Title: little boy lost
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam aren't mine.
Warnings: takes place after "Bedtime Stories" but before "Red Sky At Morning";
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: third
Notes: prequel to "all will turn to silver glass"
The hunt was over, easily finished, and the night before Halloween, Dean told Sam not to wait up. After Dean drove away, Sam resumed his research—he'd find a way out of Dean's deal. He would, no matter what it cost. Dean was not going to Hell, not even for half a moment.
By one in the morning, Sam was exhausted, so he shut down his laptop and crawled into bed.
He woke at seven to an empty motel room. Dean had yet to come back.
After showering and packing, Dean still wasn't back. When Sam looked out into the parking lot, Dean's Impala, however, was there.
But Dean wasn't.
Sam called Dean's phone, and Dean didn't answer. He examined the car and surrounding area, and called Dean's phone again. And again. And again.
But finally someone did pick up. A female voice said breathlessly, "Hello?"
Annoyance swept through Sam, immediately followed by anger. If Dean had hooked up and not bothered to answer Sam before now… "You're not Dean," he said, the words bitten off and harsh.
"No," the stranger replied after a moment. "I found this cell beneath a bush."
Sam felt his heart stop. No. Dean couldn't have gotten into trouble.
Oh, hell, of course he could.