Title: 99 Problems Redux

Show: Supernatural-hurt/comfort-rated T

Part 1: [in the impala]

Dean turned onto the shoulder of the highway. He needed a minute to clear his head before heading back to his brother, his life, and his apocalyptic existence. He knew that once he walked through the door of their motel room, Sam would immediately attack him with questions and prying eyes. That was not what he needed to listen to at the moment, nor was he in the mood for it. The tears were streaming down his face , his eyes were left puffy and red with an empty and hopeless essence inside them. He wiped his eyes, turned his head toward the sky and would shout into the night, hoping someone somewhere would listen.

Dean: You hear that! I give up...you sons of bitches. I don't know what to do anymore. You should have left me dead because I would rather be 6 feet under than bitch boy to Michael. [Gentle sobbing]

Dean fell back against the impala suddenly very light headed. The world around him felt like it was spinning out of control. His knees gave out and he dropped to the ground. "Maybe I am just hungry." Dean thought to himself. That was not it because his empty stomach decided to revolt against him and he started dry heaving, his stomach convulsing and tensing up with every motion. His headache only worsened because of the stress being put on his tired body. The stress was too much for him to handle and he allowed himself to slowly slip into the black that was grabbing at his vision begging him to sleep and let his body and mind recover. He passed out on the road alongside the impala and knew nothing except sweet surrender to the world.

Part 2: [in the motel]

Sam has paced the already destroyed rug at least a thousand times since he saw Dean drive off into the night in the impala. Castiel and the preacher slept for at least 5 hours before they both woke up, tan rested and ready to go. The preacher thanked Sam for his help and asked to be taken home. Sam had Cas do it so he could attempt to find his brother one more time. This must have been the hundredth time he's called Dean's cell phone with no results: (This is Dean Winchester, leave a message.) This time Sam decided to leave another message: Voicemail: Hey Dean, uhh...look you stormed out of here a while ago. I'm just...I'm worried about you man. Please call me back.

Cas appeared behind Sam and Sam almost jumped out of his skin at the surprise of someone standing behind him.

Castiel: What troubles you Sam? Dean's not calling yet?

Sam: No, and he isn't answering his phone either...Cas, he's been gone 5 hours now. Where could he have gone? Bar maybe? There can't be that many in this stupid town! I'll go check out the bars.

Castiel: I'm not sure that's where he went Sam. Maybe we should just wait an hour or two more then go and try to find him.

Sam: Maybe you are right Cas...but what if he...

Castiel: Wait...My uhh...angel juice as Dean calls it is not as strong, but I could try to use it to search for him. Maybe we will get lucky.

Sam: Yes, Cas, good idea. Thank you. Let me know the moment you find him so we can go get him.

Castiel closed his eyes and it only took maybe five minutes before he knew Dean's location.

Castiel: I see him Sam...Route 118, Cicero Indiana.

Sam grabbed his coat and opened the door to leave the motel room

Castiel: Sam! Wait! There's more...the ground is wet...he's really cold, like ice. I think he's hurt...Here we'll take an express transportation.

Sam and Castiel were standing right next to the impala when they opened their eyes. Sam noticed the wet lump lying in a heap on the ground on the other side of the impala. He dropped down next to the unconscious lump in attempts to help his brother.

TBC...