Hey guys! I know that I should be working on my other stories, but this idea grabbed me and just wouldn't let go! This is my first Supernatural fic so I hope you like it.
disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination
Chapter one
Inside a dingy motel room in the middle of nowhere, the Winchester brothers lie asleep in their beds. Or at least one of them does. The dark room is filled with Dean's quiet snores, the twenty-one year old finally having gotten the chance to rest after helping their father prepare for the next hunt. Sam on the other hand is wide awake, hastily shoving clothes and what few personal items he has into a duffel bag trying desperately not to wake his big brother. He wishes he didn't have to leave Dean on such short notice, or rather without any notice at all, but he knows this is the only way he can get away. Away from their dad, from hunting, from everything. So he walks to the door with his duffel in hand and offers his companion an apologetic look before turning and opening the door. He takes a few steps out into the night and turns back one last time.
"Goodbye Dean." He closes the entrance softly, immediately setting out for the bus station. He walks with a purpose with his head tucked low and his spirit Stanford bound.
Dean's POV
I groan loudly as I roll over in the stiff, uncomfortable sheets that sit on top of the lumpy mattress that I'm sleeping on and I try to figure out what woke me up. One minute I'm dreaming about a very good looking waitress I met at a diner in Tulsa a few weeks back and the next I'm wide awake. Tiredly I push myself into a sitting position and run a hand through my hair, the unruly blonde spikes parting in random ways. Slowly I open my eyes and scan the room, which looks even nastier than when we checked in the night before; I guess you really can't tell much about a place when it's pitch black outside. My eyes land on the bed next to mine and it takes me a minute to realize that it's empty. I cocky my head to the side and turn towards the bathroom door, trying to see if Sam just decided to get an early start. I shake my head in confusion when my gaze lands on the open door, revealing the unoccupied room beyond.
"Sam?" I don't hear a response and my heart jumps a little in my chest. "Sam where are you?" When again I don't get a reply I launch myself out of bed and onto my feet, instinctively heading towards the door. I fling it open and look out into the parking lot. The impala's still missing so dad hasn't gotten back yet, he'd left last night to hunt down a Raw Head that had been causing trouble in a local town. "Sam?!" My heart rate is starting to pick up and I jog out onto the asphalt, looking for any sign of my brother. "Sam this isn't funny!" I see an elderly woman about twenty feet from me and I run over, hoping she'd seen Sam. "Excuse me ma'am. Have you seen a young guy, 6'1, brown hair, brown eyes? His name's Sam?" She gives me a disgusted look and turns around, walking back the way she'd came. "Ma'am please!" She throws a glance over her shoulder.
"Come back when you're fully clothed!" I think she says something along the lines of "stupid drunk" afterwards, but I'm too busy studying my own appearance to pay much attention. I'm standing in the middle of a sleazy motel parking lot, barefoot, dressed in nothing but my boxers, with my hair standing on end. I let out a yelp and sprint back to my room, trying to ignore the many strange looks I get from other residents on the way. The second I'm back inside I grab my cell phone and dial Sam's number. My heart sinks as it rings and rings and rings until finally it goes to voicemail. I wait until I hear the beep and just about scream into the phone.
"Sam where are you?! You can't just up and leave like that! Call me back as soon as you get this or I swear I'm gonna beat your ass." I hang up and let out an exasperated sigh letting the cell drop down onto the bed as I do so. Without hesitation I head over to my duffle and pull out a black t-shirt and jeans, jerking them on in a haste. My mind is running a mile a minute as I put on my socks and shoes, thinking over every second of the last time I saw Sam.
I open the cheap wooden door that leads to our room and do an immediate scan for threats. When I find none I motion for Sam to come in, throwing my bag onto the bed closest to the entrance as I do so. My brother walks in and does the same at the other end of the room where the other full size mattress lays. I wipe a hand over my tired face and turn to him.
"I think I'm gonna turn in man." He shakes his head at me and offers me a questioning look.
"Come on Dean, you don't wanna go out and play some pool at that bar down the street? I'm sure they've got at least one hot bartender in there." I shake my head.
"Nah. I'm beat." Sam pouts.
"We actually have some time to enjoy ourselves without dad hovering over our shoulders and you're too tired? That's by far the lamest excuse I've ever heard. You know you wanna go, Dean." I let out a sigh.
"I've been stuck in a car for ten hours straight everyday for the past three days with nothing to listen to but you and dad arguing. So yes, I'm freakin' exhausted. I'm going to bed."
"But Dean.." Sam starts to protest but I cut him off.
"Sam, I swear, you try and use the puppy dog eyes and I'm gonna shoot you." He rolls his eyes and I turn my back to him, pulling off my shirt as I do so. I consider taking a shower but in the end I decide to that the twenty foot walk from my current position to the bathroom isn't worth the waste of energy. I plop face down on the bed, the mattress creaking under my weight, and close my eyes thankful for the rare chance to sleep.
My mind returns to the present as I shrug on my leather jacket and tuck my 1911 into the waistband of my jeans. I head for the door and walk back out into the parking lot, pocketing my room key as I do so. My first instinct is to check out the bar that Sam was talking about, thinking that maybe he snuck out during the night. Without the impala I'll have to walk about a mile to reach the bar, which won't be much of a problem aside from the fact I'll be silently cursing Sam the whole way for making me have to track him down.
The walk to the bar takes around ten minutes and soon I'm standing just outside the building. I open the door and am immediately assaulted by the familiar smell of beer and cigarette smoke. My eyes wander around the room until they land on a man standing behind the bar wiping it down with a rag. I make my way over to him and nod in greeting.
"What'll it be?" His voice is tired and gravelly, like a man who's been working here way too long.
"Actually." I say as I pull out a picture of my brother from my wallet. "I was wondering if you'd seen this man?" The man gives me a skeptical look and I shrug. "He's my brother. He met a girl last night and said something about coming here. He hasn't shown back up and I'm just trying to make sure he isn't passed out drunk in a ditch somewhere." The man turns to me and glances at the photo. He shakes his head.
"Haven't seen him."
"Are you sure? I mean I'm sure there's gotta be something you can tell me to help me find him." He rolls his eyes and let's out an agitated sigh.
"Look I told you I haven't seen him, so get lost." I put my hands up in surrender and exit the bar, trying to quell the urge to punch him in the mouth. The next place I decide to check is a food joint right down the street from the hotel but I come up empty there too. I try and call Sam again, but it just keeps going to voicemail. I'm starting to get a little freaked out.
"Damn it Sam! Pick up the phone." I say as I slam the device shut and run a hand down my face. I'm started to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and it takes everything I have not to call dad for help. If Sam does turn out to be taking some time for himself, I'd hate to have dad think that I flipped out and couldn't handle it. With a groan I exit the store and head down the street searching for any sign of the boy.
Four hours later I plop down on the hard motel bed and put my head in my hands. I've checked everywhere in town: gift shops, tourist attractions, some kind of magic store, even the library! And I'm still coming up empty. I dial Sam's number for seems like the hundredth time that day and am not surprised when it goes to voicemail.
"Sam it's me again. Where are you? I'm getting really worried man. Call me back." I toss the phone onto the bed beside me and fall back into the uncomfortable mattress, trying to think of any possible explanation for my brother's absence. When my mind can't think of a single scenario I shake my head in frustration. "Come on Sam. Where did you go?"
Well that's it for chapter one! I hope yall loved it. I k ow this chapter was a little slow, but I promise it picks up in the next one. Thanks for reading. Reviews are welcome and appreciated!