Something We Fear
Chapter 1
Sam Winchester was leaning on his brothers 1967 Chevy Impala as he waited for that same brother to finish up in the bathroom at the gas station they were currently parked at. He sighed and wiped the sweat from his eyes checking his watch again.
"15 minutes. How long does it to go to the fucking bathroom?" He started his way over to the bathroom and banged on the door.
"Dean. Come on man if you're not finished yet then it's not worth the trouble." He waited a moment before banging again.
"Dean? Come on man." He grabbed hold of the doorknob and turned it. The door swiftly opened to show an empty bathroom. Sam stepped inside and looked around. Blood, he smelt it before he saw it. It covered the inside of the bathroom door and the handle.
"Son if a-" Sam pushed a hand through his long and and quickly took out his phone. Dialing his brothers number. It went straight to voicemail.
"Dean, this isn't funny. If... When you get this you better call me back." Sam closed his phone and put it back into his Jeans pocket after making sure the volume was on high. He went back to looking around the bathroom, trying to find evidence on what exactly happened. He pushed his hand through his hair again and walked outside the bathroom to walk the full perimeter of the gas station. He kept his eyes to the ground as he looked for a trace of... well, anything. As he was approaching the Impala again, he walked right into something. Stumbling back he looked but to see his brother watching him with an emotionless face.
"Dean, fuck, where the hell have you been? Are you ok?" He asked looking for any traces of blood from his person.
"Fine Sam. Let's get going." With that Dean turned towards his baby.
"Dean-" Sam ran up behind him and pulled on his shoulder to turn him around. "Dude seriously, are you ok?" Dean ripped his arm away from Sam like it burned him.
"I'm fine dammit. Stop harassing me." Dean growled as we got into the impala and slammed the door shut.
Sam took a step back from him and watched Dean carefully as his brother got into the driver's seat. Sam walked around to the other side of the car and slid in.
"Dean, sorry but I-"
"Whatever Sam. Just whatever. Take a nap or something. But whatever it is it better not involve you speaking." With those last words Dean started the Chevy up with a resounding 'Roar'. Sam licked his lips and stared at him brother as the left the gas station. Finally, he slumped further into his seat and closed his eyes deciding that he would talk to Dean later when he was hopefully in a better mood.