Lost Then Found
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Supernatural.
Warnings: Mild to moderate swearing.
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Seventeen-year-old Dean Winchester woke with a start. He looked over at his clock, 4:30 blazed out at him. He rubbed his hands over his face, unsure why he was up. The apartment they were currently staying in was strangely quiet. His father was out on a hunt and had been for several days. That explained the absence of heavy breathing but something else was wrong. Dean silently padded across to his brothers room, pushed the door open only to be greeted by an empty bed and a piece of paper with the words 'I'm Sorry.'
"Oh fuck," The young hunter said running his fingers through his hair.
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Sam looked up into the already fading night sky. It was almost dawn. His feet were starting to hurt; he'd been walking for several hours along the same dusty highway. He stifled a yawn, and refocused his vision. It was amazing what over twenty-four hours without sleep could do to someone. He hoped to God Dean hadn't found him gone yet. He wasn't as far away as he would like and he certainly wasn't in the mood for a half hour lecture followed by pretty much being stalked for the next few months. As if he'd been cursed, Sam heard the soft purr of the Impala speeding up the highway.
Sam crouched down as low as he could, trying to avoid the thousands of headlights shinning in his direction. No such luck. The younger turned on his heels and ran away from the incoming vehicle.
"Fuck! Sam wait!" The elder jumped out of his car and ran after his younger sibling. He grabbed his brother around his waist, pinning him against his chest. "Easy Sammy," he grunted out trying to restrain his thrashing brother. Fuck Sammy, when did you get so bloody strong?
Sam fought against his brother's hold, but he always got tired of fighting. He felt an unfamiliar stinging sensation from behind his eyes. Slowly two tears fought their way out, followed by sobs that racked his body. The younger stopped fighting against his brother then fell back into his arms.
"Shhh Sammy, it's okay, it's okay."
He let Sam turn into his chest and cry onto his shirt. The elder let his hand fall onto his baby brothers back, and rubbed it gently, up and down, up and down. Dean waited until the tears had slowed before pulling away from the embrace. He placed his hand underneath his brother's chin and lifted it gently. Using his thumb he swept away all the tears gracing his brother's cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Sam managed to croak out.
"It's okay," Dean said, wrapping his arms around him again, trying to offer as much comfort as possible.
The elder let Sam cry into him for a few more minutes before he gently lifted him up and carried him towards the car. He grabbed a blanket from the trunk, tucked it around Sammy and jostled him into the passenger seat.
The ride back felt longer to Sam than the hours of walking he spent earlier. Just great, freaking wonderful. The younger closed his eyes and lent his head against the window. I'll be lucky if I get more that two frigging seconds alone in the next six months. Why the fuck am I so stupid? Did I really think I could lose Dean for more than a couple of hours?
The older hunter turned and looked at his sibling for what had to be the hundredth time. He looked as if he was starting to doze, all huddled up in the corner. He sighed slightly as he turned 'round the last bend before their apartment.
"Mother Fucker," Dean moaned, eyeing his father's truck parked in the driveway. He walked around the car to the passenger seat, only to find his brother was now in a deep sleep. Sighing again he lifted Sam out and got as far as three steps before –
"- Dean what the…?"
Dean let his gaze meet his fathers. "In the morning Dad," he said nodding towards Sammy.
John nodded, slightly confused and turned to follow his sons through the front door.
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