Free Narrative Essays: Lawerence, Kansas

Lawerence, Kansas.
Sam stood in front of an older ordinary building with an old wooden door. There wasn’t an address, just a symbol that signified he was in the right place. Most hunters would be honored to be summoned by the Men of Letters. Sam felt annoyed. He didn’t trust the men of letters and preferred not to have any direct dealings with them. Not able to prove anything, Sam suspected that certain scholars deliberately withheld facts from hunters. He had a feeling that they were trying to control the hunt and test the hunter by leaving out facts that could potentially get that person killed. He knew it was rare to be summoned to meet with the scholars, and it was probably an honor, but he felt a pit in his stomach.
Knocking on the door, Sam waited in trepidation.
“Sam Cambell,” Henry Winchester said as he opened the door.
“Come in,” Henry said.
“Thank you.”
“Henry Winchester,” Henry said holding out his hand to Sam.
Sam shook Henry’s hand.
Another reason why Sam didn’t trust the Men of Letters they used spells. Henry should be an old man, but he looked to be about twenty-eight years old. It was witchcraft in Sam’s mind.
“Follow me.”
Sam followed Henry.
They went up several flights of stairs leading to a large office with a larger picture framed window.
Cuthbert Sinclair sat behind a mahogany wood desk and watched as Henry lead Sam Cambell into the office.
“Sam. Cuthbert Sinclair.” Henry introduced the two men.
“Sam, good to meet you, finally,” Sinclair said as he stood up to shake Sam’s hand.
Sam nodded and asked;
“Why am I here?”
“Ah, a man who goes right to the point. I like that.” Sinclair said giving Sam a toothy grin.
Gesturing towards the chairs that were in front of the desk, Sinclair sat down in a large brown leather chair and waited or the other two alpha’s to join him.
“Sam, we’ve been watching you since your grandfather put you into the hunters camp when you were a child. We were not surprised to see you graduate from Stanford at the top of your class. We think you may just be one of the best hunters we have, if not the best.” Sinclair said.
“Since we are constantly having to up our game to continue winning against the supernatural we’re looking to add the best of the best to the Men of Letter’s ranks.” Henry continued.
“Sam you stand out.” Sinclair declared.
“We’d like to offer you a chance to join the Men of Letters,” Henry said excitedly.
“Well, first you have to complete a couple of small tasks. It’s part of the initiation.” Sinclair added.
Sam watched both alpha’s as they tried to convey their message. He wasn’t falling for their shtick. He knew that the Men of Letters didn’t just open their doors to anyone. It was his understanding that Men of Letters were legacies. Usually passed down from blood to blood.
“Why not John, he’s your son,” Sam said looking directly at Henry.
“John choose a different path.”
“Dean then?”
Both alphas laughed.
“Um, omega’s are not allowed to be scholars.” Culbert sneered.
That comment irritated Sam’s alpha but he let it go.
“I appreciate the offer…”
“Sam, don’t decide now take some time to think it over. This opportunity isn’t one you want to take lightly.” Henry said.
Sam stood up and the other alphas followed.
“Thank you for considering me, and I’ll…” Sam looked over at Henry. “I’ll consider this very generous offer.”
Henry led Sam out of the office and out of the building.
“Sam I know I don’t have to say this, but this stays between us.”
“Sure.”
Sam left Lawerence, Kansas.
Not knowing where to go or what to think after his meeting with the Men of Letters he found himself headed in the direction of the Road House. Ellen Harvelle owned the Road House in Nebraska, and she ran it with her daughter Jo. Not all cases came through the D.H.H. sometimes there were people who didn’t want the government involved in their horror story. For example, if your daughter made an ouija board and became possessed. The government came down hard on those families. So Ellen would find these cases and hunters would take care of them. No pay was exchanged, but another evil son of a bitch was taken out. Sam decided to stop by the Road House and see what Ellen had going
on.
Sam opened the door to the Road House, his eyes adjusting to the dark, which was quite the contrast to the bright sunshine outside. The smell of alpha, sweat, blood and beer infiltrated Sam’s sensitive nose. The room was typically quiet, which was normal when another person entered the bar. Alphas sizing Sam up as he entered, deciding if he was friend or foe.
Walking up to the bar Jo rambled over grabbing a glass and filling it up with any beer on tab.
“Hey Sam, you eating today?” Jo asked.
Jo was a beta and a slight one at that. However, she had claws, and her tongue could cut a man to the quick. Most alphas walked around Jo. The only person he saw tangle with her was Dean. Of course, Dean was as feisty as she was and it didn’t get past Sam that Jo had it bad for Dean.
“Grill chicken sandwich. Thanks, Jo.”
Jo slides the beer over to Sam and walked into the kitchen. Sam looked down the bar and saw Walt and Roy at the end.
“So what brings you back to our neck of the woods?” Jo asked.
Sam looked away from the other hunters to Jo.
“Just passing through.”
“You just missed John Winchester.”
“Was Dean with him?” Sam couldn’t stop his mouth before the question was out.
Jo reached under the bar and grabbing a rag and started cleaning the bar top.
“He was complaining about Dean.”
Jo flipped her blond hair behind her shoulder. She had a small pout going on, and Sam’s alpha stopped seeing her as an annoying kid and more of a competitor.
“Hell Jo, we all complain about Dean. What’s different about this time?”
“Apparently he quit hunting. John’s pissed.”
“It’s for the best,” Sam replied.
“That’s such bullshit, you’ve never respected him. You know that he’s a good hunter, better than most.”
“He’s a pussy. His own father calls him that. Nothing more than an omega pussy.” Walt chimed in.
“Shut up, asshole.” Jo shot back.
Sam stared at Walt until he back down and looked away.
“Jo, omegas are naturally nurturing, it’s extremely difficult for them to…”
“Bullshit.” Jo cut Sam off.
“You don’t get him at all.” Jo continued.
“You think that you and Dean could be something. Sorry to be the one to explain alpha-omega dynamics to you. Dean needs an alpha and a strong one at that. You could never give him what he needs.”
“A fucking knot. It all boils down to that with you alphas.”
“A bond. Omegas crave it. Alphas do better in alpha-beta relationships. It’s biology. Dean will never be satisfied with you.”
“Fifteen ninety-five and don’t fuck me on the tip.” Jo turned and walked away from Sam.
Sam finished his sandwich and decided that maybe he should take a trip to South Dakota. He had a book of Bobby’s that he should return anyway.
Dean was replacing a brake line on an older Tahoe when he heard the shop door open. The footsteps and the scent let him know Sam Campbell had just walked in.
‘Shit’ he thought to himself. Then felt instant betrayal that Bobby called Sam behind his back.
“Dean?” Sam called out.
“Is that you Sammy?”
“Sam.”
“Yeah, right. Bobby went to town about an hour ago.” Dean said from under the car.
“I have this book of his I wanted to return…Do you think you could come out from under the car for a moment?”
Dean pushed his creeper out from under the car. Motor oil and grease masked Dean’s scent and he was thankful for that at the moment. He cleared the truck and sat up.
Irritated Dean asked “What?”
Sam sighed.
“I’m returning Bobby’s book.”
“Ok, yeah, let's go to the house,” Dean said as he stood up.
Dean walked past Sam heading for the door that led out of the garage.
Sam followed Dean.
His sensitive nose picked up on Dean’s scent under the smell of motor oil and grease. Dean’s scent was different, but Sam couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Once outside something triggered Sam’s alpha. His teeth began to elongate he had a strong urge to pull Dean behind him to protect him. Sam was scanning the area as they walked to the house but all he could see was junk cars.
Dean stopped at the kitchen door, turned to look at Sam. He saw that Sam was alpha-ing out. Without a second though Dean pulled back and hit Sam with a right hook. It was hard enough to knock Sam back a step. Sam quickly rebound and grabbed Dean by the scruff of his neck slamming him hard against the back door cracking the glass.
“Are you out of your god-damn mind? Antagonizing an alpha is a very bad idea.” Sam growled in Dean’s ear.
Instinct had Dean freeze in Sam’s grip.
“Please,” Dean said breathily.
Sam slowly released Dean.
“What is wrong with you?” Sam had never seen Dean submit to anyone before.
Dean looked down, not answering Sam.
Sam asked again lacing his question with alpha authority.
“What’s wrong with you? Why did you quit hunting.”
Dean slowly raised his head to look Sam in the eye. It took all his strength not answer, Sam.
Sam grabbed Dean again pulling him close and tilted his head and buried his nose into Dean’s neck scenting him. Suddenly Sam pushed Dean away from him.
“Were you going to tell me?” Sam quietly asked.
Afraid to look Sam in the eye, Dean whispered “No.”