diclaimor: I want the job of going around making sure everyone puts these things in...
A/N: Oh my God!! Are you guys fricken serious!? I got thirty (one e-mailed!) reviews for the first chapter! I barely expected to get ten or so; I thought this story was crud. Haha... you guys suck-- there is no way I'll be able to live up to your expectations now. Alright, alright. So it is currently... uhh-- four fifteen in the morning. I promised people that this chapter would be posted 'today', and I consider anything before I go to sleep as today so... this is posted today. I tried to make this chapter dramatic so I could get even half as many reviews as I did the first chapter. So I'm not going to say much more... enjoy!
Right after Dean left Sam knew that something was wrong. The wind blew fiercely and the thunder and lightening was close. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach and the young Winchester considered calling his brother back, but at the last moment thought otherwise.
"He'd just laugh at me," Sam mumbled to himself, heading to the bathroom, "Ever since I was little--"
Even though Sam was the only one in the room, he didn't admit out loud his childhood fear of storms. It was one that he hated, and yet faced more times during the year than he'd like to. This time was no different as the wind blew against the window, shaking the glass paneling, and causing a high pitch whistling sound come from the loose door at the far end of the room. Sam had no more heard Dean's car leave the parking lot than he decided against taking a shower; the last thing he needed was to be in the middle of it and have the lights go off.
Instead the younger brother settled for tossing his clothes onto the bag and settling onto the bed to watch some tv. He'd take a shower when Dean came back.
"There better be something good on," Sam spoke as he grabbed the remote and clicked on the tv that was situated against the wall across from the beds.
"Severe weather is being reported in the area of Tramposo at this hour which has recently been updated to a tornado watch as numerous funnel clouds have been spotted in the area…"
"Oh no," Sam got up from the bed and went to the window.
His heart started pounding as Sam saw the almost completely black sky, and increasingly powerful wind. His mind raced as to what he should do; he remembered one time when he was eight years old there was a tornado nearby, and Dean had made Sam get underground. Now, however, there was no underground for the younger brother to go, and instead settled for the bathroom. There was no windows in the small bathroom and so, Sam hoped, there would be less wind.
"Blanket," Sam spoke to himself as he heard the distant siren sound.
His hands shaking more than he thought they should, Sam grabbed his blanket and two pillows from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Windows started to smash around him as he worked his way across the room; glass flying everywhere from the wind which created havoc in seconds in the small room.
"Damn it!" Sam cried out in pain; as a piece of debris smashed him in the side of the shoulder painfully.
The sound was deafening and Sam barely made it to the bathroom door as more smashes could be heard in the distance. With a heave, Sam slammed the door shut to the bathroom, and was met with brief solitude from the storm. Knowing he didn't have much time, Sam pulled back the old plastic curtain for the tub, and got in; placing the pillows down. The younger Winchester laid down, and threw the blanket over himself; shutting his eyes tightly in a vain hope that this was all a dream.
It took seconds for everything to happen. Sam knew it was a hopeless act to try and hide in the bathroom, but at least he got what he'd been praying for. Just a few seconds longer; a few seconds to hope and pray that his brother would make it. That Dean had heard the siren and was able to get to safety. That his big brother would make it where he didn't.
Sam wasn't sure what happened first after that; whether it was the roof collapsing in over the bathroom, or the image of a comforting bright light. All before his world went black…
If Sam could be sure of one thing, it was that he wasn't in the hotel bathroom anymore. The light stung through his closed lids, and he heard people talking all around him. Preferring not enter reality too quickly Sam keep his eyes closed and tried to assess what was happening. The first thing he noticed was the noise; so many people talking. He listened to this for a few seconds before giving in and opened his eyes.
"Ohh--" Sam moved his hand to his eyes to shied them from the bright light.
Slowly then Sam sat up and looked around to see where he was. Dozens of people were walking down the street ignoring Sam completely, and Sam noticed that not only was he not in the hotel anymore, but neither was he in Tramposo. The sidewalk which he currently sat on was one that he didn't recognize from their initial tour of the town, and as Sam stood to his feet he noticed, as well, that nothing else in the area was familiar.
"Hey--" Sam put out his arm to stop someone, but they just pushed by, "Hey, can you tell me where I am…"
Again, the bustling crowd continued to ignore him as if he wasn't there.
"Dean…" Sam whispered the name as memories suddenly returned to him, "Dean!"
Frantically Sam swing his head around looking for any sign of his brother. His heart pounded as person after person walked past him; none of them his brother.
"Dean!" Sam cried out, his chest heaving in and out, "Dean, answer me!"
No reply came.
Sam was just about to yell out again in an attempt to get anyone's attention when he saw something come towards him. A dark hooded demon appeared from within the crowd; eyes glowing red from within its hidden face.
Sam took a step back, "What are you?"
"Sam Winchester," the voice was crackling and sounded old.
"No," Sam shook his head, "You stay away from me."
"Come," a large, cloaked arm stuck out reviling a long sharp blade.
"No!" Sam cried out, "Get away!"
Panic was quickly taking over in the younger Winchester's body, and for once in his life the option of flight was taking over fight. Without Dean around nothing seemed possible, and the only thing that Sam could think about was finding him. And he wouldn't let some demon stop him. Knowing he had no weapons on him, Sam turned on his heel and darted off through the crowd. If he'd stopped to look back for only a moment, he'd have noticed that the demon didn't make a move to follow.
Instead, the hooded figure stood in the middle of the busy sidewalk, a smile creeping in the darkness of his face as he spoke quietly, "Foolish Sam… very foolish."
…§…
"Sammy," Dean panted hard as he pulled at the rubble; only to have more fall in its place, "Sammy, don't worry, I'm coming."
"Hey Buddy, take a break," a hand was placed on his shoulder and he looked over to see a tall skinny man standing there, "Go get checked out-- you won't be any help if you pass out."
"I'm fine," Dean stated harshly, pulling his arm away from the man, "I have to help Sam."
"But--"
"No!" Dean interrupted, "You don't understand. He's my brother. I-I promised I'd always be there for him. I have to find him."
"Look at yourself man!" the guy spoke more harshly now and grabbed Dean's hands, "Do you think your brother would want to see you doing this to yourself?"
Dean looked down at his hands, and saw the blood drip off of them. He hadn't even realized the cuts and slices that the debris from the hotel was causing; he felt no pain in himself-- just the pain that he knew Sam was feeling.
"Sorry--" Dean whispered out the words… though not sure to who.
"Go," the man spoke more calmly now and pointed towards a paramedic in the far end of the parking lot.
Dean nodded and turned back towards the once was hotel and whispered, "Don't worry Sammy… I'll be back. I promise. I won't leave you."
Reluctantly Dean walked away; feeling a tightness in his stomach, and the stinging in his hands. He made a mental note to grab the gloves from the Impala before going back. The whole area was in mayhem as people lay injured throughout the wood and glass strewn parking lot. Dean had heard vaguely that the hotel had been hit nearly right on, but he refused to believe it. With every turn of his head he hoped to see Sam laying on the ground. But he never did, and soon he found himself standing in front of a man in a white uniform.
"Hi," the man spoke gently, "My name is Joey; I'm a paramedic. What's your name?"
"Dean," Dean stated bluntly, "Listen, have you heard anything about a guy named Sam. He's a little taller than me with longer dark hair."
"No, I'm sorry," Joey shook his head, "But I notice that you have quite the bump on your head. Mind if I fix that?"
Dean allowed the man to patch up both his head and hands; all the while the kind man attempted to make any sort of conversation. Dean refused, and just wanted to get back to trying to find his brother.
"I want you to go and see a doctor as soon as you can," Joey spoke us as he finished, "That head looks like it may give you problems."
"Sure," Dean complied; knowing full out he didn't plan on seeing any doctor any time soon.
Without looking back, Dean headed to the Impala to look for some gloves. The man before was right; he would be no help to Sam if he was hurt. Part way to the car, however, a sudden pain hit his stomach, causing Dean to crouch over.
"Damn Sam," Dean cussed quietly, tears stinging at his eyes, "You better be ok. Because I swear to God if you're--"
Dean couldn't bring himself to say the word 'dead'. If he said it aloud, that would mean that the idea was out in the open; verbally expressed. And Dean couldn't do that right now; not after everything that had happened to the Winchester's. Sam was right in the words that he so long ago spoke; they were just starting to be brothers again. But then something always happens; not all fairy tales have a happy ending. But Dean was bound and determined to make sure his Sammy's ending wasn't going to be because of some damn tornado.
Sam wasn't dead. Dean wouldn't let him be.
"Gloves," Dean regained himself as he opened up the trunk of the Impala with his keys.
The back was dented in badly, and it took a firm smack with his bandaged hand, but he got it opened. Inside were the things that were so familiar to Dean, and yet now seemed like lost items in a world where everything was wrong. In the mess of things Dean found a pair of work gloves that the hunter had in there more or less for emergencies with the car rather than for anything supernatural.
"I promised I'd always be there for you Sammy, and I will," Dean slammed down the trunk, and took two steps away.
It was in these two steps that Dean's world came crashing down around him. The distant sound of thunder entered his ears and mixed with the talking from people around him as pain bolted through his stomach, leaving him breathless as Dean dropped the gloves down to the ground. Blood covered most of Dean's clothing, if not from his head than from his hands. He'd thought nothing of the stain on the front of his shirt.
Until now.
"Oh God," Dean gasped; his heart pounding, and his eyes wide in fear as he lifted the ripped shirt up from his abdomen.
Sticking out of his blood covered stomach was a piece of metal nearly two inches long…
to be continued...
A/N: Whoa... see what happens when I write at four in the morning! I totally wasn't going to make the chapter end like that. Haha... it just came out. Have I mentioned how much I appreciate your reviews? I do! And what better way to show it then by staying up until past four in the morning to give you more chapters? Alright, I need sleep... haha-- review please!
