Let it Hurt
7:42 in the morning,
8 seconds before it all sinks in
Put your best face on for the world
Fake another smile and just pretend
But you're just putting off the pain
Nothing's ever really gonna change
So let it hurt…Let it bleed
Let it take you right down to your knees
Let it burn to the worst degree
May not be what you want
but it's what you need
Sometimes the only way around it
Is to let love do its work
And let it hurt
Yeah, let it hurt
Excerpted lyrics from "Let it Hurt" by Rascal Flatts.
CHAPTER ONE
"THE CALL"
Same old, same old.
Another typically seed motel.
He was doing his weekly check though all the cell phones he traveled with. He didn't get many messages on this phone.
Dean stared at the phone…. HER name on the missed call.… it was dated three days ago..
Lisa….
He was thoroughly unprepared for the waves of guilt and longing that crashed through him. He pushed the button for his voice mail. Entered the password upon request.
He found himself anticipating the sound of her voice. It had been almost two and a half years. He hit play on the message.
However it was not her voice on the other end. The male voice was young… yet older than he remembered, a teenager, and the owner of the voice was scared.
'Dean, this is Ben, we need you. Please come right away' No more than five seconds.
No more than five seconds and his world had been turned upside down. Abrupt fear raced through him. He closed his voice mail and with shaking hands pressed send to call them back.
No answer, straight to voice mail and her voice. 'This is Lisa, sorry I am unable to take your call, please leave me your name and number and I will get back to you as soon as I can.'
It was not a good sign. He sprang into action. Shoving his things into his bag; grabbing the keys for the Impala from the night stand.
He dashed for the door, yanking it open and crashing into his brother, nearly bowling him over.
"Whoa, Dean!" Sam asked, grabbing Dean's shoulders to steady them both, "Where's the fire?'
"I have to go, right now." He met his brother's questioning gaze. "It's Lisa and Ben. They need me; the call was three days ago, I hope I'm not too late."
Sam noted his brother's desperation, his own reaction without a second thought. "I'm with you, Dean. Tell me what you know."
"Nothing much… the voice mail was from Ben sent on Lisa's phone. But the kid sounds terrified."
With the same sense of urgency, Sam collected his stuff and in less than ten minutes the Winchester brothers were checked out, the Impala had a full tank and they were speeding down the road to Lisa and Ben.