Forest Pain Chapter Two
Panda13216Dean listened to the steady hum of the shower. Sam once again had jerked awake in the middle of the night. It was terrible how often he only got three hours of sleep. Right now, he was taking a shower and made Dean think he fell every time he dropped the shampoo bottle. They were preparing to go check out Callie Monet's place, but before that Sam insisted on taking a shower. This didn't bother Dean at all; it just annoyed him that that thing won't leave his baby brother alone.
The beating of the shower stopped. It took a few minutes for Sam to come out in his F.B.I suit. His hair was still flat with the weight of water but in any other case he dried off well. He didn't say anything, but his green eyes and facial expression said it for him. Do I look alright? Dean nodded his approval.
"You wanna wait until your hair's dry?" Dean asked. He was now fixed on doing his tie. It was too long now, he sighed with annoyance.
Sam shook his head; his hair wasn't doing its fluffing thing. This was probably because of the way it was sticking to his forehead as your hair does after a long workout. Dean blew at the corners of his mouth as he watched Sam flatten down his hair, not that it needed it. With silent communication they went out the door.
The pavement wasn't any better than it had been the night before. In the dim eight A.M light you could still see it was poorly done. Compared to the Impala's shine, it looked like a dirt path. Sam slipped into the Impalas shadow before entering the car. Dean followed his steps. He went in the Impala, letting his back slide down onto the seats. Dean started the engine and with no surprise Sam was asleep with his head tipped up on the seat. It was puzzling on how he fell asleep so fast, only to wake up screaming.
Callie lived hours away from where they were. Once again, confusion rushed over Dean on why she was there in the first place. Apparently there were other reported deaths in the area. Why would anyone go there for a romantic getaway? Dean again had no answer to his own question. The guitar solo rang through the speakers of the car.
"No!" Sam jumped awake. He was covered in his sweat; even if his hair had recently dried you couldn't tell.
"Sammy?" Dean asked averting his eyes from the double lines in the road. Sam was breathing as if he was drowning.
Sam didn't answer. He just let his chest lift up and down. The silence was scaring Dean, Sam seemed to be trying to recall a memory. A long lost one more than likely. His eyes seemed to go blank staring at the haze in the road.
"Sam?" Dean asked again. It was more of a sharp tone than before, more of a demand of a reply than a request.
"Dean? You alright?" Sam questioned Dean. He twisted his head so he could see Dean better. He was intently focused on Dean's neck. It was tensed up but nothing he had seen.
"Fine." Dean told Sam. It was a complete lie. Dean was so worried about Sam it almost kept him up with his brother. It didn't help he was hurt weeks ago and Sam always stayed up to take care of him.
Sam didn't hear his lie for all he could think of was sleep. He slipped down and closed his eyes. Dean didn't want him to go back to sleep. It could really end up terribly, but luckily time had flown and they were in the neighborhood to which Callie dwelled.
Dean nudged Sam. Sam woke up quickly this time and once again scanned Dean from head to toe. This time he took a little while longer to examine his stomach region before continuing his search.
They both got out of the car at the same time. Sam staggered a few times before regaining his F.B.I position. Dean met up with him on the other side of the car. Sam's green eyes were accompanied by long red veins. They'd fit in well for a Halloween costume. The house was painted a whitewash blue. The cracked windows showed a neat kitchen, and the walkway looked as if it was recently done.
They walked up the narrow path. For each step Sam had to hit the freshly cut grass. They went to the nicely painted patio. It stood out like a sore thumb against the worn down house. Sam pushed one finger on the doorbell, and as on the walkway, his finger was way too large for the button. Its ring was silent to them but the high pitched bark of a dog proved otherwise. A blond lady opened the door. She had sky blue eyes accompanied by dimples in her cheeks. A beagle was perched on her hip.
"Hello?" She asked. Her voice was sharp as a blade. When it was added with the dogs bark it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
"Hello Mrs. Monet? We're from the F.B.I," At that moment both of the boys pulled out their identification. "We'd like to speak with your daughter about her loss." Sam ended his speech. Mrs. Monet looked at the tags and invited them in.
"Callie is in her room." Mrs. Monet informed them. She gestured upstairs. "Third room on the left." She set the dog on the floor. It ran over to Sam, sniffed him, and then passed to Dean. It sniffed his ankles and started snapping. "Sorry." Mrs. Monet growled.
Sam went up the steps first. Dean had to support his weight, keeping one hand on the center of his back. The hallway was long and dark with a bright pink door making the whole thing brighter. Dean rapped the door a few times with his fingers. With no permission he opened the door.
There on a plush pink bed sat a girl who resembled her mother. Callie was on a laptop, scrolling through a Facebook page. It was covered with pictures of her and a dark haired boy. Dean guessed this person was known as Dale.
"Who are you?" She asked. Callie stretched her jean covered legs out. She wore a plain white tank top over her skin.
"F.B.I." Dean answered this time. "We'd like to ask about your boyfriend." Dean leaned against the dressing chair in front of him.
"Why do you care?" Callie turned away from the Winchesters. She stared at a picture in the corner. There was a blue Corvette in the picture, along with a boy making out with a clearly blond girl.
"We'd like to help find the missing teenager." Dean told her. Sam kind of slumped against him.
Callie sighed deeply. She shifted. Finally she rose to stand with them. Comparing them, she was about five foot four and they were huge. "Dale, his name was Dale. We'd been dating for two years now. He um had an amazing car, and he always teased about proposing to me in it. I always said not yet, I really wish I'd let him do it sooner." Callie glanced to the ceiling. She was fighting off storms in her liquid blue eyes.
"What happened that night?" Sam tried to say. He was so tired he looked nothing of a F.B.I agent, more of a haggard hobo.
"We went out to the cliff. He thought it'd be romantic, even though he knew I'm petrified of heights. He was scared of anything that made noises, ever since Nightmare On Elm Street, when he heard the crack of a stick he bolted for my Ferrari. I remember I followed him, and I could've sworn I saw something moving in the trees. I watched it closely, but it got Dale and dragged him off into the woods. It was tall, with huge nails that dug into his skin and made him bleed and shou-" Callie ended her sentence. She hiccupped loudly before continuing. "Sorry, I don't have any more to tell you." She completed her story. Her nails were worn from the biting of them.
"One last question." Dean told her. "Did it make any noise?"
She gave him a puzzled look before ending. "When I got in my car, it screamed loudly. It sounded human like, but different at the same time. You know? Now you probably think I'm some insane lunatic." She concluded. Callie curled up her legs and buried her face into them.
"Thanks." Sam finished their conversation. They bounded downstairs and out the front door. Finally ending up inside the Impala.
It was another long ride of open road and woods. There were a few gas-stations now and then, but most the time nothing for miles. Sam had stayed awake the whole time, turning up any loud base Dean had. The Impala curved into the terrible parking-lot.
Dean hoisted Sam out of the car. Sam was nearly asleep now, shoulder sockets sticking out from the way Dean carried him. Dean kicked the door of the Impala shut with his foot, and opened the front door of the Lodge without letting Sam fall. When they were inside the warm, saw dust smelling cabin, Mandy greeted them happily. They went into their room, to which Sam curled up on the bed.
"Go looking for it tomorrow Sammy?" Dean asked Sam. Sam nodded his agreement before cupping his hands under his chin.
Time Lapse of Four Hours
Sam kicked his feet as if he were running from something huge. He was soaked in sweat, so bad it was rolling down his neck and soaking the quilt. He was squinting and thrashing as hard as he could. He grunted then woke up, breathing heavily.
He searched the dark room for Dean. Everything was empty. There was nobody in the bathroom, lobby, hallway or bed. Sam felt his throat tighten. Missing, Blood, Gone, Hell, Death, Broken, Taken, Killed. Sam ran into the bedroom and looked out the window. The Impala was still there, but fight marks could easily be seen on the ground. There were speckles of blood, still fresh, trickling down the sidewalk and into the drainpipe.
Sam breathed in deeply as he looked out the window. "DEAN!"
A/N There we go! Suspense! This chapter came out sooner than expected; I got some ideas while watching an episode! I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. New one on its way either tomorrow or the day after! Thanks for reading. Don't forget Favorite, Review, and Follow! Bye! -Panda
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