Waterfall

Author: 7sTar

Author's notes: Fic Challenge By klutzy-kay. I set the site of this story in Waterfall, Columbia River Gorge and Toketee Falls. They both locate in Oregon, USA and very beautiful. I've never gone there but their sights answer for my requests of this story so don't blame me if I give them bad names.

Summary: John called his sons for help. The boys will begin a waterfall adventure to help his father and find out the truth of a series of mysteries. What will they conquer? Natural and Supernatural.

Spoiler: Set after "Asylum", sequel to "Some Night Someday" but it doesn't matter if you don't read it.

Category: Angst/Supernatural

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam, Dean and other characters you recognize. I write this just for fun. Please don't sue me.

Chap 1 The Call

The phone rang, breaking the silence of the motel room. The sound was coming from Dean's cell phone. His phone was never powered off. It's like the hot-wire telephone of the emergency services.

Though he's awake Sam neither moved his arms to reach the cell phone nor roused his brother, sitting straight up in bed he waited for Dean to be woken up by the sound and for himself to sober up from his deep wild thoughts.

Dean couldn't pretend any more to still sleep like a log for the call sounded so clamant. Wondering why Sam didn't pick up the phone he reached out his hand to flip open his cell phone, on which displayed it was 4:15 am. With a surprising shouting of "Dad?", Dean rapidly got up from the bed, took a glance at his brother who was throwing his legs out of the bed and asked, "What's up?" Even in the dark Sam could see the anxiety in his brother's face.

Dean didn't respond him until he hung up the phone with "Ok, we'll start off right now." Before Dean cleared his throat to tell Sam what had happened, the younger Winchester boy read the situation from his brother's behavior, "Dad's in trouble?"

"He needs our help." Dean cut the words short and started to put on his clothes, "We'd better set out now."

"Where is he? What's the matter?" Sam couldn't help yelling. They were always treating him like this. Just an order then wanna him obey it. Why didn't his father and brother tell him everything clearly and detailed? He was no longer a chubby kid avoiding his family's business. He was totally involved in his family business as well as the mission to look for his father. And he was as eager as his brother to get to the bottom of all the mystery of his family, why did they always treat him this way?

"Hey, easy, tiger!" Dean peeked at his brother, who was still standing at where he was ten minutes ago looked like managing not to get angry. "Dad's at Columbia River Gorge, Oregon. He needs us."

"I just wanna know what's happened to him?" Sam shrugged, "I know he needs us . He hardly contacted us."

"I don't know either," Dean began to pack his package, "He said as soon as we could."

"All right," Sam spread his arms out to his jacket and jeans, "Seems we'd give us 15 hours for the journey."

"Before that, give us ten minutes to wash our faces."

25 minutes later the Winchester boys were on the highway to Oregon. The sky of the early morning in November was pink with the first glimmer of the dawn. Dean gazed through the window at the black deserted road which disappeared rapidly under their wheels. "Sammy? We get something to eat at next gas station, ok?" With no response, Dean slightly tilted his head to the side of the passenger's seat then curved his lips with a caring frown at the sight of a sleeping Sammy, who leant against the door with the map twisted in his hands. Turned off the music of Metallica, the handsome driver blinked heavily to prevent him from yawning and accelerated his black Impala.

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The moon was still bright in the dark sky. And it was somewhat cold here. Here, where there was nothing but the air and the water and the darkness to fill the space between. And him, John Winchester. Placed his cell phone back to his pocket, the old guy gazed at the surface of the pool for a while. Sometimes the pool was indistinguishable as the air was heavy with dampness and it felt silent though the impetuous waterfall fell into the black pool.

John considered he should go back to the motel for a short rest, or at least waited for his sons to come. Two day had passed he found nothing in this pool. But it did disappear here. He traced it from Lawrence down here, then lost its trail. And those bodies bit by unknown creatures, he trusted his perception and experience. No matter what was happening here it's not one-man job, he needed help, the best choice was his children, Sam and Dean.

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"Wanna some sandwich?" Dean asked, the two slices of whole wheat toasts in his hand were poised over a pool of ketchup and tuna salad in between.

That's what Sam heard and saw when he jerked up from his another long sleep. Then he noticed the sky outside was pink again with the last glimmer of the sunset. Sam was not entirely sure why Dean had waited twelve hours and eleven hundred miles before deciding to wake him up, but he nodded anyway. He was starving although he was wishing for tea that wasn't iced and fish that came in a shape other than sticks.

" Dude, get your energy? I wanna you drive for the last three hours." Dean parked his car on the roadside, gazed at his brother, who was wolfing down his food.

"Gee, you should rouse me at the lunch time."

"Come on, boy, one, you're lack of sleep rather than meal," Dean shrugged, picked another Metallica album to replace the one in the tape player, "And two, even the music failed to wake you up."

"What?" Sam could not help smirking with mouthful Dean - style sandwich, "I'm still developing and I need nutrient food."

"Make I believe one can develop well without good sleep."

"You're peeking me?" The smile on Sam's face slowly faded. He didn't want his brother paid much attention to this problem.

"Nope," Dean denied, "I saw you sitting on the bed but didn't answer the call."

"We'll find daddy this time, right?" All of a sudden, Sam changed the subject, stared at his brother, his eyes and voice full of uncertainty.

"Right," Dean had no idea why his brother became so doubtful about it. He figured the reason was that his little brother felt nervous to face their father so he, as an elder brother, had better give the younger Winchester faith. Eyed Sam it's time to exchange the seat, Dean said with his trademark smirk, "You can have a nutrient breakfast tomorrow, with da-a-ad."