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Dean looked at his cell phone again as another text message alert sounded.
I'm fine I'll be back soon
Sam had been gone for much longer then he should have been and Dean was really started to get worried. Every time Dean called Sam, Sam wouldn't answer the call but a few moments later he'd get a text telling him Sam was okay. Which had been fine at first, but now Dean was wondering if the reason Sam wasn't answering his phone was because he had been taken by someone and that person didn't want him to know that Sam was missing and so they were texting him to keep him in the dark.
If Sam would answer his phone or if he wasn't hours later then he was supposed to be, then Dean wouldn't be worried about him. He decided that he had had it, if Sam didn't call him back he was going to go look for him. He dialed Sam's number and waited as it rung again and again and again until it went to voicemail. Dean took a deep breath trying to remain calm, telling himself he was probably overreacting, however as soon as the tone sounded after Sam's personal message Dean snapped.
"Sam call me back or come back to the motel in the next five minutes or I'm going to to go hunt your ass down and you do not want that!" Dean yelled then cut off the call. Like the last couple times after a few moments he got another text message. He was about to storm out the door to look for his stupid younger brother when he opened it.
I'll be home in ten minutes
Dean huffed, Sam better and he better have a good excuse for worrying him, Dean settled back onto his bed waiting to ream into his brother when he got back. Ten minutes later the door opened and Sam came in, his gaze centered on the ugly green and pink carpet that their motel room had.
"What took you so long?" Dean asked getting up from his bed and crossing the small distance between the two of them in seconds. Sams' hair hid his eyes and face from view, which was one of the reason he wasn't fond of Sam's long hair. "Sam!" he yelled but Sam gaze was still on the carpet. Dean started to get worried again, this wasn't like Sam unless something was really wrong.
Then Sam's hand went to his mouth and he seemed to be talking but Dean couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Sam I can't understand you if you have your hand in front of your mouth." Dean said slightly annoyed but more worried. Sam's hand didn't budge, if anything it wrapped itself more firmly around his mouth. Dean frowned not sure what was going on. Dean tried to pry Sam's hand away from his mouth, but Sam's hand didn't not seem to want to move. Dean didn't understand what was going on and that only made his pull harder on Sam's hand only to have Sam clasp the other one over his mouth as well.
"Sam unless you tell me what's wrong I can't help you." Sam looked up for the first time and shook his head his eyes panicked. Dean shook his head as well.
"Sam, I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on." Sam seemed to consider that for a moment before shaking his head again. Dean sighed, okay it looked like he was going to have play dirty. He hadn't done this in awhile but if something was wrong with Sam then he needed Sam to tell him and if that meant this, then this he would do. With that in mind he started tickling Sam's ticklish stomach. Sam's eyes widened with shock and his hand left his mouth to stop Dean from tickling him, which was when he heard what Sam was trying to keep Dean from hearing.
"So tell me what you want what you really really want. I'll tell you what I want what I really really want." Dean frowned, the words not immediately registering and taking a few moments more to place them. He registered them the same time Sam said panicked and considerably embarrassed.
"Dean I can't stop, I can't singing Spice Girls songs." Dean did what any good big brother would do he laughed his ass off.
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