Missing?

I don't own anything much in life – but I do have a very nice dog!

Chapter 1

The driving rain splattered against the windscreen of the Impala and the wipers barely cleared it away before another squall almost blinded him. Dean gritted his teeth and prayed that they find a motel sometime soon because he swore he was about to crash the fucking car. Beside him Sam dozed fitfully, twitching occasionally as both thunder and lightening split open the sky. It was like something out of Armageddon and Dean half expected to turn a corner and come face to hooves with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Dean sighed, it had been a month now since his dad had died and they had still not come to any sort of terms with it. They had hunted the clown, the zombie chick, the vampires, all of these episodes seemed to flit across Dean's brain like a bad horror movie but they didn't seem to stay there, to form any sort of memory. It was a joke really, he could think back, clearly to incidents before the crash, before the demon, before his dad yet he could barely remember the last few days, sometimes even the last few hours and he knew he couldn't stand this mental torture much longer. He glanced at his brother, still snuggled, awkwardly, into the corner of the passenger seat, his right hand in a cast. God damn Sam for breaking his hand during what was, after all, a fairly routine hunt, now they were stuck in this godforsaken area of the country, unable to move on until Sam had gone back to the hospital to have his fucking cast removed. Dean contemplated putting another loud tape into the player and blasting Sam out with his music, but that would be too cruel, Dean had to admit that he missed the banter he and his brother had begun to share before the crash, now the only thing they seemed to do with one another is bitch and fight, he had lost one member of his too small family, if he wasn't careful, he was going to lose another.

A sharp fork of lightening lit up the road in front of him and he snapped to attention, keeping his hands and the car as steady as he could. Beneath him the road was sticky and slick with oily rain and he could feel the tyres skidding, the breaks begin to squeak and slide. The car swerved suddenly and Sam's head knocked against the glass of the window, his hazel eyes opening, dazed and confused

"Dean – what?"

"Just a storm Sam" Dean flicked him a glance "Go back to sleep dude – we'll be there in a moment" Sam seemed to accept this and closed his eyes again, his wide mouth opening in a giant yawn, Dean felt a smile touch his lips and he concentrated on the road again, just in time to feel the car shudder and jerk and, with a horrible clang, come to a dead halt in the centre of, what looked to be, a road bridge.

"Fuck" Dean slammed his foot on the accelerator and turned the key, but to no avail, the Impala had stopped and he was going to have to get out into the rain and see just what had caused it to do so.

The rain was cold and unmerciless, the thunder deafening. Dean leant over the hood of the car and flicked it up, peering in to see just what was happening with his baby. Hell, he'd worked for hours on repairing and restoring her, she couldn't let him down now. Water trickled down his face and into his eyes and he cursed, wiping away at it in anger. He heard the passenger door open and saw Sam climbing out, stretching his long limbs and yawning again

"We've stopped"

"Thank you Mr Obvious" Dean snarked with more ire than he intended "I noticed"

"Sorry Dude" Sam shuddered "Never did like storms"

"Then get back into the damn car Sam and let me do my job"

"Sure Dean" Sam moved back towards the door of the car and had his fingers on the handle when, with a huge crash, a fork of lightening split open the sky and flashed down, right into the spot where Sam was standing. Dean screamed his brother's name and leapt up, running round to the passenger side of the Impala, his heart pounding.

There was nothing, no prone body, no smoking spot, no evidence at all that there had ever been a human being there at all, as Dean stood, mouth open, staring wildly, it was now painfully obvious, Sam was gone…………………