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" Dean, no arguments. I need you to come with me." John said in a cold voice.
" Can't we bring Sam?"
" He's no use on a hunt like this." John sighed, eyeing his son sleeping on the couch.
" But Dad, he's eleven years old. Who's going to look after him?" Dean said worriedly.
" Don't worry boy. One of my good friends have agreed to look after him." John said. Dean knew Bobby couldn't come because he was involved in the hunt, as well as pastor Jim.
" Now get some sleep before tomorrow."
" But-"
" That was an order Dean."
" Yes sir."
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" Dean please don't go! I don't like the look of this woman. She's seems mean." Sam wailed. Dean gave a weak smile.
" She's okay, Sammy. You're gonna be okay. The hunts only about three days." Dean said. He stood up to go but Sam clawed his arm and dug his fingernails into Dean's hand. Dean threw his dad a glance. His dad shrugged and carried on talking to Marci.
" Bye Sammy, see you soon." Dean whispered. Sam struggled to hide the tears welling his eyes. Dean stroked them away.
" No getting into fights while I'm away, Kay? And no flirting. I know what you're like!"
" More like what you're gonna do." Sam sniffed. Dean laughed and patted Sam on the back.
" Bye Marci! Thanks again." John waved. The door slammed and Marci turned to Sam.
" Okay, Sam. Time for breakfast." Marci said, throwing him a packet of cereal.
" Dean always makes me eggs for breakfast." Sam pouted. Marci raised her eyebrows. Sam ate the food reluctantly and flung his school bag on his back.
" Bye Sam." Marci said in a bored voice.
" Dean always takes me to school." Sam did a puppy dog face.
" Whatever."
" Dean always listens to me." Sam snapped.
" Who cares what you say? You're just a kid."
" Dean always looked out for me."
" Just shut up and go already!"
" Dean never got angry with me." Sam whispered before slamming the door behind him.
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" Dean! Please answer me when you get this message!" Sam hissed into his phone, as he was walking home from school. When he entered, Marci was laying luxuriously on the couch. He bit back tears.
" That's Deans place on the couch. He always sits there." Sam whined, like a baby. Marci rolled her eyes.
" Shut it squirt."
Sam stormed off and slammed his bedroom door. When Marci crept up to the door, he was to engrossed in his homework to notice. She swiftly bolted the door and pushed through a note.
' gone to see friends. Be back in a few days.' it read. She tip toed away and left the house, making a bang noise as she closed the door. Sam looked up from his papers. His stomach grumbled. Dean always fed him before nine o clock. He went to open the door but it wouldn't open. Sam kicked it and used every ounce of his strength to open in.
" Argh!" he shouted, banging his fists on the door. It wasn't until a few poundings later that he noticed the note.
' a few days? Without food and water?' Sam thought. Tears streamed down his face. He slumped to the floor and sobbed into his hands.
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