How excited was I when they came to Rockford Illinois? That's not that far from me! Anyway, this takes place right where Asylum left off. I also plan for this to be the shortest chapter. Please review, even if it's bad! Thanks.
"Dad?" Sam Winchester asked, surprised to be awoken by a call from his father, the very man they were set out to find.
"Sammy, you and Dean need to check out a paper called the White Water Daily Chronicle." Was all the voice on the other end said.
" What? Dad? Where are you? What the hell is going on?"
"White Water Daily Chronicle." He repeated, and with that the other end of the phone went silent.
"Sam was that…" Dean was wide-awake now.
"He hung up on me. I can't believe he just hung up on me. Sam muttered in complete amazement.
"You're positive it was dad? I mean, someone else could have his phone; did you even check the caller id? Maybe it wasn't his phone at all. " Dean asked, not willing to believe that his father had the ability to get in contact with them, but chose not too.
"I know what dad's voice sounds like! And yeah, look, that's dad's number." Sam handed the cell phone to Dean.
"OK, well did he say anything at all?"
"He told us to look up a paper called the White Water Daily Chronicle."
"What? That's it?" Dean couldn't even believe what he was hearing. Their father had called them leaving them with nothing more then some assignment. Even so he got out of bed and wrote down what Sam had said on some paper from the motel 8, and placed it in their father's journal.
"That's it. He told us to check out a newspaper called the White Water Daily Chronicle. " Sam said, sounding completely stunned by the mysterious call.
"Hey Sam, don't look so weirder out by this. I mean, I'm sure dad has his reasons for doing this, right? I mean, he is contacting us by cell phone. If he gave us to much information someone could tap in or something."
Sam looked at his brother doubtfully. If it were up to Sam, they would completely ignore the mysterious phone call. There was something completely wrong with what their dad was doing. Perhaps their father was possessed by an evil sprit, or being held hostage and forced to send the brothers on some wild goose chase to find him, which would inevitably lead, to their deaths. Unfortunately, Dean was probably still pissed at Sam from the night before and rightfully so. Sam decided to swallow his doubts this time and do things Dean's way, if for nothing more then penance.
Sam got up and turned on his computer. "Hey, I'll look this up, why don't you go shower or something?"
"Okay, but no looking at porn." Dean teased as he grabbed his bag and went into the bathroom. At least Sam knew Dean wasn't so pissed he couldn't joke with him. Of course, even if Dean were pissed he'd still tell jokes just to avoid the topic. Sam pushed it out of his head and began searching the Internet.
In the bathroom Dean slowly peeled off his shirt to reveal his injuries. At that moment he wished he could kick his little brothers ass. He wasn't truly upset over the fact that he shot him rock salt, or even because he tried to kill him. Dean was pretty sure that if the roles had been reversed Dean would have done the same thing to Sam, and Sam probably wouldn't have survived. Dean was upset because of how Sam acted afterwards. How could Sam pretend that those words weren't really his words? He had always yelled at Dean for not being able to deal with his emotions, but for once it was Sam who couldn't even admit to himself that he resented his big brother.
Dean stepped in the shower. He knew that both his chest and his pride would heal eventually, but at that moment he wanted to feel the pain. He cranked up the heat on the shower and let the steam fill the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later Dean was out of the shower. He walked into the bedroom to see Sam glaring at the computer like it had betrayed him. "Hey, you find anything?" Dean asked, drying his hair a little more with the inexpensive motel towel.
Sam leaned back. "Nothing. I mean, there's a White Water Wisconsin, and they do have A White Water Daily Chronicle, but I don't see anything suspicious. I checked the obituaries for the last week, and all the deaths seem to be pretty normal. Nothing mysterious. I'll keep looking though."
"Forget it, pack that thing up. Let's just head up there and see what we find."
"What? Dean are you crazy? Your injured, you need to rest. This can wait!" Sam pleaded with his brother.
"Sam, Dad just called us. He hasn't been in contact with us since we started out, besides a damn text message, and you just talked to him on the phone. He gave us a mission! I don't care how you feel about him, or me for that matter, but this has got to be something important"
Sam grimaced at Dean's last statement. "Dean I already apologized to you for what happened. I told you I didn't mean what I said. Those weren't my words!"
Dean sighed and proceeded to pack his things. "Look Sammy, I'm going to White Water Wisconsin. Are you coming with me?"
Sam sat at the computer for a second as Dean continued to pack. He stared at the screen, which was opened to the front page of the Chronicles newspaper. The front-page headline read " Renovations Make Playground Safer for Children." Underneath was the picture of a few kids playing on a jungle gym. He shook his head. "Dean, I just want you to know that this is the dumbest idea you've ever had." He began to shut down his computer.
"Great college boy. But at least I've got an idea."