Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Supernatural :(
"Sammie! I think we might have a new case!" I called walking back into our motel room, holding coffee and candy bars.
"Sammie," I said, after I didn't hear a response.
He was still asleep, so I checked in the bathroom, he wasn't there either…
"Sam." I said loudly, hoping for a response. The lamp on the bedside table suddenly flicked. Shit…
"Sam!" I yelled, suddenly the lamp shattered, and I smelled a strong odor, like… sulfur… Son of a bitch…
I walked outside, begging for him to just be outside for some reason, "Sammie!" I shouted. No response.
I walked back into the motel to get our bags and a beer, and as I walked past the table I almost didn't notice a note on the table.
I strolled over, and picked up the note, trying to read the cursive handwriting.
I have your brother,
Dean Winchester,
7:24pm, December 24, 2009
Your brother dies
And you will, too
Son of a bitch… Who was it? There is no name anywhere here…
I took out my cell phone to call Bobby, to figure out if he knew what the hell was going on.
I dialed his number, expecting an answer, but all I got was an answering machine.
"Bobby," I said, "This is Dean, I need you to call me as soon as you get this message." I hung up the phone, and put it back in my pocket.
I had to find Sam. There was no way in hell I was going to let him get slaughtered by some demon.
I had to find some way to find him before December 24; I had three days to find him….
I walked out to the Impala and took out my phone. There had to be someone else I could call. Ellen? Maybe…
I dialed the number, hoping for an answer, just leaning against my car and gazing up at the sky.
"Hello?" I heard the familiar voice of Jo Harvelle.
"Hey, Jo, Is your mom around?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah, one sec."
"Alright." I said, waiting quite impatiently for her to hand Ellen the phone.
"Dean Winchester. How you doing? I haven't talked to you in over a year.
"Hey, Ellen, how you been? Not good. Sam's gone."