Hey guys! This is the awaited sequel to Normal for a Little While. I hope this is up to expectations. Enjoy.
Sam leaned back in his chair, a hand running down his face in a poor attempt at clearing the grit from his eyes. Exhaustion clung to his features like a thick cloud. It had been 2 weeks since Charlie's death and Dean's mass murdering spree. Two weeks and still no sign of his brother. And no sign of how to cure the Mark.
He sighed and rubbed his fingers firmly against his temples. The lack of sleep and food was catching up to him. Normally, Dean would be here to bitch about him not taking care of himself. But now, Dean hated him and has gone off the deep end. Not that he could blame him for hating him. He did get Charlie killed after all.
Sam leaned forward in his chair again, intent on keeping up with the research about the Mark, and the whereabouts of Dean. He needed to find anything that would help. There couldn't be any other option. He wasn't gonna lose his brother, especially not to the Mark. Dean had survived forty years in hell under Alastair's control, there was no way he was letting this take his brother now. Not while he was still breathing.
Sam's eyes crossed until the pages before him blurred. He rubbed them, to no avail. He jerked to his feet, throwing the book against the wall across from him. His chest heaved with the desperate breaths he dragging in. Tears pooled in his eyes and he blinked to clear them away. He couldn't break down. Not now. He still had to find Dean and cure him. Later, he can crash.
He dropped his hands onto the table, leaning against it with his eyes closed. He took a deep breath, and then another, until he calmed down enough to think somewhat clearly. He needed to find someway of tracking Dean down. Cas's grace was worthless, the tracker Sam put on the Impala was offline and Crowley wasn't gonna help him at all. He was keeping an eye on some of Dean's credit cards, but he couldn't remember all the names on them.
Sam's eyes darted to the side in the direction of Dean's room. Could Dean have left it there? Was it too much to hope for?
When Sam reached Dean's room door he paused for a moment, not wanting to see what his brother had put so lovingly in place. His breath hitched and he was sure he felt his heart crack. He couldn't do it. It hurt too much.
Sam steeled himself, standing up straighter. He had to do this, there was no other option. With that thought in place he slowly opened the door.
The room was a disaster. He'd known, logically, that the Styne's had demolished the place. But seeing it was like it actually became real. He'd cleaned up the rest of the bunker when he'd arrived, but he'd left his brother's room alone. Now, being confronted with it...it hurt more than ever.
He quietly searched the room for what he was looking for. He had no idea if Dean had taken it with him, but it was worth a shot. After a few minutes of searching, he actually found it.
Dean's phone.
Sam scrolled through the contacts, looking for a specific one. He continued scrolling until he reached the f's.
He placed the call, and almost nervously waited for the person on the other end to pick up. He ran a hand through his hair, about to hang up when a bright voice on the other end picked up.
"Hey, um, it's Sam. I need your help. It's Dean."