This is a pretty short intro to the rest of the story, it does get longer.
The ringing of the phone woke Bobby from his deep sleep. It wan incessant. Obviously the person calling would not take the machine for an answer. They just hung up and called back over and over again. Looking at the clock and seeing it read three in the morning, he knew it could only be one of two people. Or more like the two people that created one entity. And when he looked at the caller ID, he knew he was right.
"Sam? That you?" It wasn't really a question, since he already knew who the caller was.
"Bobby, Dean's gone." Sam sounded dazed and confused.
"What do you mean, he's gone, Sam? Is he missing 'gone', pissed off and left 'gone', or dead 'gone'?"
"He's just gone. He's not here anymore. The car's here, his stuff's here, but he's gone."
"Are you sure he didn't just wander off to the nearest bar somewhere?" Bobby knew that was a stupid question, but he still had to ask. Lately, Dean never went anywhere without Sam.
"No. He's just gone."
"Sam, why do you keep saying he's just gone?" Bobby was starting to get a little frustrated with the twenty questions game.
"I got up to go to the bathroom. His bed was empty. Then, I saw something weird on his pillow. I pulled back the blanket, and that's when I saw it."
"What Sam? You saw WHAT?"
"His ring, Bobby. His ring was in the bed. So was his necklace. And his boxers were there, right where his body should have been."
"I'm not getting it, Sam." Bobby was starting to think something was wrong with Sam. He sounded like he couldn't piece his thoughts together enough to spit them out as one. "That doesn't mean he's gone."
"Bobby, do you remember when Dean broke his wrist back in high school, and they had to put those pins in it?"
"Yeah. What's that got to do with any of this?" Bobby was now starting to worry.
"Their in the bed too, next to his ring. And the fillings that were in his teeth, their laying on his pillow. He's just gone."
"Where are you Sam?"
"Kansas City."
"Don't touch anything. I'll be right there."
Bobby drove at damn near the speed of light, chewing up miles as he chewed on his nails. He had no idea what the hell was going on. And if he had no clue, then he knew Sam had no clue either. The ring and necklace were one thing, but the pins and fillings, that was a new one on him. Who, or what, could take Dean, leaving such personal things behind? Bobby had a few thoughts, but no answers. And he wasn't really sure where to even start looking.
It didn't take long for him to pull up to the address Sam had given him. Yet another shit hole motel in the bottomless pit of nowhere. And it didn't take Sam long to open the door and beckon him in.
And when he came in, his eyes fell on the same sight Sam's had. And he knew they were in some weird sort of trouble.