Sam was taken three months ago and hasnt been seen since that night
November 5th - 11:32pm
'Sam I want you stay here tonight'.
'Why'. John stopped packing his guns and turned to his 13 year old son. Sam's eyes were heavy and bag ridden, his body was slumped and lethargic and he was yawning every two minutes but trying to hide it by keeping his mouth closed. Unsuccessfully.
'You were up half the night drawing your vision, your wiped out, get some sleep; you can go on the next hunt'.
'But dad... this hunt was from my vision... cant I come just to' Sam's sentence was cut off by a huge yawn that was definitely not helping prove his case.
'You're a reliability if you tired Sam you know that'.
Sam hung his head low at the word 'reliability.
John walked over and crouched down in front of his son. He put one hand on Sam's knee and he grasped his son's chin with his other hand and lifted his head to give them eye contact. John could see the tension radiating off of his son.
'What's up buddy' John whispered while stroking his thumb against Sam's cheek.
Sam shrugged.
John sighed. 'Come on Sammie talk to me'.
This time Sam sighed. 'This hunt was my vision; I can't help but think that I'm supposed to be there ya know... like it's my responsibility... I just feel ...sort of... useless'.
John stared unblinkingly at his son surprised at what his boy was thinking, so he cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice low and even. 'Sam these visions wipe you out and that's okay... your visions and feelings have saved so many lives ...you are not useless and just because you're the one having the visions doesn't mean it's all on you; you've got me, Dean, Bobby, Mac, and Jim. And Caleb's psychic, granted he doesn't have as many visions as you but... is he useless?'
'No' Sam whispered.
'There ya go then...were all in this with you'.
Sam yawned again then looked up and smiled sleepily at his father. 'Thanks dad'.
'Get some sleep okay... we'll only be gone for a few hours'.
Sam nodded and yawned again.
'Come on son... bed'. John hooked an arm around Sam's shoulders and led his son to the back bedroom of the motel,
Sam pulled back the covers kicked of his shoes and crawled inside his bed.
John frowned and sat on the edge of the bed 'you're not gonna change into your pyjamas?'
'No...It's too cold in here'
John got up and walked through to his bedroom and pulled a throw blanket from his bed then walked back to his son and tucked the blanket around his boy. 'Yer sorry Sammie ...this motel's a dump'
'Its okay dad' Sam tried to reassure his father because he knew his dad tried but money was really difficult to come by in their line of work.
John smiled and reached out and stroked his son's hair. Sam smiled contently but after a minute his smile slowly faded.
'Dad... do you ever wish... that I was ... normal'. Sam kept his eyes averted from his father.
John frowned and cocked his head. 'Normal... What do you mean Sam?'
Sam looked away from his dad and mumbled 'Do you ever wish that...that I wasn't psychic; I mean no visions, no weird feelings, no attracting ghosts and creatures'
John sighed 'Awww Sammie how long have you been thinking this?'
Sam shrugged 'A while'
John held one of Sammie's hands and squeezed 'I wished you'd come to me, because Sam, I wouldn't change a thing about you, because your my son and I will take you psychic visions and all'. John smiled 'hell I'd keep you if you sprouted ears and started eating a dangerous amount of cheese'.
Sam laughed.
'I don't want you to dwell on this Sam...Okay...because your abilities are a gift, I don't know from where or who but they are a gift, you've saved lives and I am proud of you and I know your mother would be to'.
Sam's smile faded, he looked up at his dad and whispered 'I wish I knew her'
John gave his son a sad smile and nodded 'Yer me too... now get some sleep okay'
'Okay...Night dad'
'Good night Sam'. John kissed the top of his sons head and stroked his hair until Sam's breathing evened out and he was fast asleep. John leant down and kissed his child's forehead.
'How's he doing'? Dean's concerned voice made John turn to face his nineteen year old son leaning against the door frame. John smiled, his eldest was not the little boy he remembered him to be, this man in front of him with his strong sharp features and Protective and brave nature made him so proud.
John stood and walked to the door and took one last look at his sleeping child before quietly closing the door behind him. Dean continued to stare at his father his face a mix between worry and frustration.
John smiled at his son's protective nature of Sam. 'He's okay...he just...Dean, he asked me if I ever wished he was normal, no visions no psychic intuition...did you know he was thinking like this?'
Dean's eyes widened. 'What no... Why would he... I don't care that he's psychic...it doesn't mean anything, it doesn't make him different '.
'I know that and you know that but Sam' John sighed. 'I don't know he just... Sam's just...'
'Sensitive'
'Yer sensitive... he feels things more strongly than we do because of his gifts...all we can do is be there for him and make sure these feeling don't manifest and build'
Dean's brow further scrunched together 'Should we leave him tonight dad, cos I can stay I don't mind'
John placed his hand on his sons shoulder and squeezed. 'He'll be fine Dean... this hunts important, especially to Sam he was the one that had to...see that couple being mauled in his vision, we need to get out there and stop this thing.'
Dean sighed. 'Yer I guess you're right, it's an easy hunt, won't take long... uuumm everything else is in the car and I've double checked all the salt lines and devils traps'.
'Good'. John pated his son once more on the shoulder, he picked up his bag as Dean grabbed his. John looked over his shoulder at Dean was looking anxious and uneasy about leaving Sam.
John sighed and tried to reassure his son. 'He'll be fine Dean, let's go were meeting Mac and Bobby in 15'.
Dean nodded and left the motel room, John took one last look around then closed and locked the motel room from the outside, shoving the motel key into his right pocket.
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3:46PM
The hunt was easy. Well until the werewolf or Mr. Proctor to his friends decided to go down swinging, taking a chunk out of Bobby's leg and leaving Dean, John and Mac with some nasty scratches. Everyone was dirty, cold and tired so John decided that it would be best if everyone went back to their motel room to get patched up and try to get a couple of hours of sleep. So Dean and John piled into the impala while Mac and Bobby followed in Bobby's truck.
After 20 minutes the impala rumbled to a halt outside of the Winchesters motel room. John turned to his son and gave him a smile and a pat on the shoulder. 'Good work tonight Dean...really good'.
Dean blushed and nodded not one for acknowledging praise and opened his door and got out, he couldn't wait to check on Sammie, he had this heavy feeling in his gut that something was wrong but that was probably his big brother senses in overdrive because Sam wasn't with him on the hunt. Dean turned and walked to the trunk of the car and got out one of the weapon bags.
John pulled out the motel key and was about to slot it in the lock when he noticed... the door was unlocked and not just unlocked...but open. John instinctively pulled out his gun from his waist band and motioned for everyone's attention. Dean dropped his bag and all 3 hunters immediately followed suit and pulled out their hand guns as John pushed the door open wider and entered the motel room.
Dean's heart was beating wildly in his chest and all that was going through his mind was 'please god let Sammie be okay'. Dean followed his father and stepped into the room, what he saw made him freeze. The motel room was trashed, all of the kitchen cupboards were open, the coffee table and kitchen table over turned, wooden chairs were broken, Newspaper clippings and mythology that was once pinned to the far wall laid haphazardly on the floor and the Winchesters belongings had been thrown and discarded throughout the room.
John, desperate to check on his youngest child, walked deeper and deeper into the motel room followed closely by Dean until he stood in front of his child's room. John was sweating profusely, his hands were shaking and his breathing was quick and raspy, he was supposed to be a professional but when it included his boys all reasoning and calm went out of the window. John charged into the room, his gun held high but what he saw had him running for the bathroom and emptying his stomach.
Sam's bed was empty, the sheets were ruffled and torn and written in blood on the wall was:
YOU SHOULDNT HAVE LEFT YOUR SON ALONE!
Dean continued to stare wide eyed at the message. After a minute he dropped to his knees and looked under the bed, hoping, praying that Sam was simply hiding. But no. Sam wasn't there. He ran over to the closet and yanked it open. But no. Sam wasn't there. Sam wasn't anywhere he looked. Dean started to hyperventilate his breathing sharp and painful. 'Ow my god ... ow my god... Sam... Sammie... Sammie where are you!' Dean started to scream and yell for his brother hoping that Sam would answer back.
John staggered out of the bedroom and grabbed hold of his son, Dean pulled and tried to push his father away but John held strong and enveloped his son in a hug. Dean slowly stopped pushing against his father and returned the hug, burying his face in his father's chest as he silently wept for his brother.
Mac and Bobby stood in the doorway watching the oldest Winchesters. They had checked every nook and cranny in the motel room but they couldn't find Sam. They both felt their hearts breaking; they loved that boy like he was their own. When it was revealed that Sam was psychic and that supernatural creatures would always be drawn to him, Mac and Bobby along with Jim and Caleb promised to always protect Sam no matter what.
Mac cleared his throat and said 'John, the devils traps have been broken and there's salt and holy water all over the floor, Sam put up a fight but... John... Sam was taken by demons...I'm so sorry John'.
'We are going to find him Dean... we're going to get Sammie back...I promise'. John's voice was cracking with emotion as he held onto his son. John continued to whisper reassurances in his son's ear as he held him close.
To Be Continued...