AN: Just a little something I cooked up. It's finished so updates will be fast!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Supernatural or the characters.
Sam walks out of the bathroom, a towel wraps around his waist. He walks over to his bag and grabs his clothes, stilling and lifting his head, looking around the motel room. His instincts are telling him something is off, and with Dean grabbing dinner and everything with the Leviathans, Sam is prone to trust his instincts more so. Not seeing anything, Sam quickly gets dressed and moves over to the table and sits down in front of his computer, making sure he's facing the door. He opens the browser and begins typing, a quick scuff behind him causing him to halt in his typing. Sam swiftly grabs for his gun and moves to turn around only to have someone slam his head into the corner of the table. Sam's vision spots and becomes fuzzy, his hand grabbing the table to keep him upright as he battles against unconsciousness. Someone hits the side of his face from behind and Sam crumbles to the floor, unconsciousness claiming him.
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Dean struggles to unlock the motel door, a bag of food in his teeth and a cup holder with two drinks in one hand while the other attempts to insert the key in the door. He grumbles as he fails the first couple times, cursing Sam for not helping him. He finally gets the door unlocked and shoves it open, walking inside and shutting the door behind him. Dean walks over to the table and sets the cup container down, shoving the room key in his pocket. He grabs the bag of food from his mouth and sets it on the table. Dean's eyes catch the overturned chair on the other side of the table and he freezes. His eyes dart around the room, not seeing anything else amiss.
"Sam?" Dean calls for his brother, pulling out his gun and searching the room and bathroom, coming up empty-handed. Exiting the bathroom, Dean replaces his gun and pulls out his phone, calling his brother. Dean's eyes shoot over to the table where the music begins playing and he walks over, moving the pile of papers and seeing Sam's phone.
"Dammit," Dean grumbles, hanging up the phone and putting it back in his pocket. He bends over and picks up the chair, setting it upright. He freezes once again as his eyes catch a red mark on the corner of the table. Dean squats down and studies it, dabbing at it with a finger.
"Son of a bitch," Dean curses, realizing it's blood, and most likely Sam's blood. Dean stands up and moves towards teh door, the food forgotten. He walks outside and his gaze roams the parking lot and the motel sidewalk.
"Sammy?!" Dean shouts, the panic rising in him and his eyes wide. Dean runs a hand through his hair, resting it on top of his head for a second before dropping it to his side. It takes him a minute to realize his phone is ringing and he pulls it out of his pocket, looking at the Caller ID but not recognizing the number.
"Hello?" Dean asks into the phone, his eyes wandering around him.
"Dean…I bet you're wondering where your baby brother is," a male voice says over the phone. Dean's look darkens as he glares across the parking lot, his body instantly tensing.
"Who is this? Where's Sam?" Dean growls into the phone, his eyes scanning the parking lot again.
"Think real hard Dean," the voice says mockingly in return. Dean sneers, but begins wracking his brain for who the voice belongs to.
"Walt…" Dean growls, his eyes narrowing as he puts the voice with a name, his hand clenching his phone. There's a snort on the other end of the line and Dean scowls. "You're getting bold. Letting me figure it out."
"It's kind of hard to seek revenge when you're on America's Most Wanted and that's not including the Leviathans," Walt replies, a smile in his voice as he instigates the elder Winchester.
"If you touch my brother…" Dean begins in a low, threatening voice but Walt cuts him off.
"We'll be doing much more than that Dean," Walt says seriously, his voice darkening.
"I won't make the same mistake twice Walt. You better hope I don't find you cause when I do I'll kill you!" Dean shouts into his phone, his voice dangerous and his body reverberating in anger, his brow pinching together. He notices a couple staring at him wide-eyed a few cars down and he scowls at them. "What?!"
The couple frantically shake their heads and quickly climb into their car. Dean turns around and goes back into his motel room. He hears Walt chuckling over the phone which only serves in angering Dean more so.
"Don't worry Dean, we'll leave enough of the body for you to burn him," Walks says and Dean's stomach drops but it fuels his fire more as well. Before Dean can say anything in return, the line goes dead with a click. Dean clutches the phone and forces himself to set the phone down on the table instead of throwing it across the room. It does nothing to settle his anger and Dean turns around and slams his fist into the wall, creating a hole. "Dammit Sammy!"
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"When Dean finds you, you'll regret this," Sam warns, glaring at Walt and Roy. Roy's eyes widen but Walt just smirks and chuckles.
"We'll be long gone by the time he does," Walt replies, his smirk growing. "He'll be so preoccupied by your dead body he won't be worried about us."
"And after?" Sam asks, keeping Walt and Roy talking as he tries to loosen his ropes.
"After what? He gets over it?" Walt asks with raised eyebrows, his eyes locked on Sam's. "Come on Sam. You know as well as everyone else. For Dean Winchester, when it involves you, there is no after."
With that Walt and Roy leave the room, Walt glancing at Sam with a sneer before shutting the door behind him. Sam's heart crashes to his stomach. Walt is right; Dean would never get over this. With this thought spurring him on, Sam tries to break free of his bonds with renewed vigor.
AN: Please review and let me know what y'all think. Thanks for reading!