Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I am not making any money from this.
I'm not really expecting a lot of response to this. It's not great, hopefully it's not horrible. I mostly wrote it for me, but I would like to know what you think!
Also I have no beta, so any and all mistakes are mine.
Brrrrring.
"Mmmmaaammmm."
Brrrrring.
"You gonna get that?"
Brrrrring.
"Fuck. Answer your goddamn phone."
Brrrii- A hand shot from it's hiding place beneath the pillow and grabbed the irritating object.
"What the f-"
"I think you'll find out soon enough not to keep me waiting." The voice was low, gravelly, menacing.
Dean laughed into the phone before he pushed the end button.
His head returned to its precious spot under the pillow, his hand resting on the knife that lay mere inches away.
"Sam you got some weirdo freaks you like to call friends." His voice was muffled from the fabric. He waited for the appropriate huff or typical comeback from his little big brother, but none came. He decided to taunt further.
"Well what do I expect right? I mean they are your friends."
Something did break the silence, but it wasn't Sam. It was his phone.
Dean's head shot out from underneath the pillow and stared at the cell. The chirp had indicated a text message. Had Sam been in contact with any of his Stanford buddies lately? He hadn't mentioned it.
His eyes shot to the other bed occupying the room. The rather messy, but very empty, bed. His mouth remained open for a second before he called out his brother's name, his eyes taking in all the details. The door was still closed and locked, the bathroom door was also closed, but had so far been no sign of activity inside.
His eyes traveled back to the phone, its screen illuminating the darkness in the room. Slowly, he picked it up and squinted at the bright light.
One new message.
Dean pushed the read button and barely managed to hold onto it. On the screen read the words:
I have Sam.