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Chapter 2

7 days later…

Stanford University

SAM'S POV

Sam woke up at 06:15 AM and got ready to go to college. Since he lived under the same roof with Jess it was really difficult to get out of bed and be almost all day out of his "home", could say.

He took off all his clothes and got under the shower thinking about his family. He'd dreamt again with the last discution that he had with his father before he decided to go to college, but this time John was punching him till he was almost dead, and then his father and brother left him alone in the motel room that they were after their last hunt together.

He missed his family, specially his brother. He was the one that had been with him always. He even taught him how to talk with girls when he was 14 years old. He still was his everything, even if he hated him, he'd always be his hero.

He saw Dean last year when he was getting out of a class staring at him, and before he could get closer to his brother, the Impala and Dean behind the Wheel were gone. Since then he didn't see him again.

- Hey! I'm coming in, ok? - asked Jess opening the door of the small bathroom interrupting his thoughts.

- Sure - he said placing a towel around his waist before he get out of the shower - do you have classes? I thought that you had a free day today.

- Yeah, i have a free day - she said while picking her toothbrush - my friends invited me to the cinema in few hours, and at night we will have a girls dinner night.

- Go on. Have fun for me. I have to go to classes today with Mr. Collins again - said Sam resigned - he hates me.

- Don't say that. He just couldn't understand that he made a mistake and you corrected him in front of all his class - she said with a big smile.

- I wish i could avoid those clases. But whatever - said Sam - i will get changed, brush my teeth and get out of here. I don't have time to have breaskfast today.

Sam got out of the apartament and headed to campus walking slowly. He was tired, but his instincts were intact. He saw a man standing in a corner looking at him in a very odd way. He walked faster and got inside the class looking back one more time, just to find him still there, with his eyes on him.

That made him feel umcomfortable him, but he didn't want to react so much, because it was probably nothing to worry about, so he tried to forget what he saw.

Hours later, he got out of his three classes of the day with a big exhale of air and a headche that still persisted. During the classes, his head started hurting in a second, and a moment he never lived appeared in his mind.

Scene

John and Dean shot a guy right in his chest. The man fell backwards with pain and closed his eyes as the blood started flowing freely through his body and then to the floor.

- It's done - said Dean exhausted while the sweat in his forehead was being cleaned by his dirty jacket - And i'm so damn done too.

- I know you are son - said John thoughtful - but we still have to find Steve. He was one of the killers that was working with them.

- We'll find him dad - said Dean - but for now we can rest for few hours, right?

- You're right - said John - let's get into the car and find a motel to close our eyes.

Both Winchesters placed their duffels and guns in the trunk of the car and they drove away with the the early sun light that was appearing through the trees and the far mountains.

(End)

But as soon as the scene appared in front of his eyes it was gone again. His friends asked him if he was ok, and as a ritual since he was a Little kid he answered with a fake "I'm fine".

Looking at his wristwatch, saw that it was 17:48 PM, and he wouldn't find Jess in the appartement until late night. He didn't want to be alone in there, but at the same time he understood that both were Young, and even if he was not the kind of guy that went to parties or liked to hang out with friends too much, Jess deserved to have fun.

He finally got to open the door of his appartament, and touching the wall he found the light button. He was a very organized man, so he noticed that the things were not in the order that Jess or him left them. Something or someone was or had been inside his home.

- Zach?! - he said outloud calling his friend's name - you made this joke once. It's not funny anymore.

He didn't hear any laugh in response, and he began to get worried.

Sam went to the kitchen and grabbed a silver knife that he carried with him the moment he left his family, and started inspecting every single room of the Little appartament.

When he saw that he was alone, and also didn't feel any cold spots or flickering lights, he took his cellphone out of his pocket and tried to call Jess.

But after trying three times and going right to her voice mail, decided to leave a message. Sam pretended to sound fine, but maybe Jess would notice that something was wrong with Sam's voice. She always knew almost everything he felt, and he never knew how she did it.

- Hey Jess - said Sam - call me as soon as you hear this, ok? I miss you so m…

Sam was interrupted when a handkerchief covered his mouth and nose. He knew that he'd been right when he suspected that somebody was inside with him.

He tried to stop breathing while he was fighting against the strenght of the person behind him. Seconds passed and he was forced to take a breath, and then another one.

The last thing he saw was the man that he remembered watching him in the morning, before the darkness took him.

JOHN AND DEAN POV

7 days before…

Arkansas, Springdale

John and Dean were in the motel until the next day's afternoon. Both slept and ate junk food as always since John started hunting by himself, and then, his sons joined him when they were older.

They looked for a case, but after searching for almost two hours they gave up. They decided to hit the road to get away from the Little room, and also to have some fresh air.

- Where are we going? - asked Dean looking at the road ahead - we have no case, nothing to do.

- We're going to Sioux Falls to visit Bobby Singer - answered John - you remember him, right?

- Yeah - said Dean smiling - he used to take care of Sammy and i when we were Little.

Suddenly the silence filled the car. If they could write rules, one of them would be that it was prohibited to talk about Sam. At least for John.

Dean missed his brother, but he couldn't talk about him with the only person he had, his father.

Even if Sammy left them, both Winchesters loved him, and they specially still worried about him. John sometimes had said his younger son's name in his dreams, and Dean never told him anything about it.

- We are going there and maybe we can help him with a case or something - said John with ice cold voice.

- Yes sir - said Dean frustrated again - but when are we going to talk about him, dad?

- About who? - asked John avoiding the theme.

- About Sam, dad. He left three years ago, and you still don't want to talk about him - said Dean angry - don't you think that is time to call him or think about that he suffers too being forced to never see us again?!

- Sam is not a part of this family anymore Dean - said John not looking at him - he decided to leave. And he has to live with the consecuences of his own acts.

- He tried to call us few years ago, and all that you did was tell him to forget about us ! - screamed Dean - even when you were feeling guilty as hell for what you did to him!

- You don't know me if you think that - said John hiding his surprise when his son said what he'd been feeling for the last years, and didn't tell anybody, not even Dean - i know what i feel, and i know that i don't regret any of it. I'm sure that i did the right thing. He left you! You've been for the kid since you were just four years old, and Sam left you without looking back! That's not what family does!

- It was because he had no choice! You told him to go! - said Dean trying to make his father understand what he didn't want to see

- I don't want to talk about this anymore - said John angry - we are not too far away from Bobby's house now.

Dean turned on the music , and AC/DC covered all the words tht were not being said by the two of them.

4 days before…

Indiana, Cambridge City.

Since the fight, John and Dean were angry at each other for few days. They avoided looking at the other if they could do it, but when it was time to hunt they acted like they had to . As any other job, they couldn't mix their personal problems with it.

John woke up first at 08:25 AM and went to buy some coffee for him and his son. They'd been from motel to motel, but no case appeared to work with. Not even Bobby had one for himself.

Personally, he hated to be in a motel and bars, but he specially thought that the worst thing that they've done, and they were still doing was the fake credit cards to pay their life on the road. He hated all of that.

But being honest with himself, it was the only way to kill the son of a bitch that murdered his wife, and also the ones that were killing innocent people out there.

John opened the door of the motel, and saw that his son's bed was empty. Worried, he called his name, and heard punches coming from the bathroom that indicated that his son was safe.

Twenty mintes later, both mens were sitting in the cheap and unsteady table of the place. While John was finishing his almost cold coffee, Dean was looking for a case in his laptop.

- Finally! - screamed the younger hunter excited - we've got a case!

- Tell me about it - said John with a smile, watching his son smile for a simple thing like that - werewolfes, witches, shapeshifters?

- Not really - said Dean concentrated on the screen - in Cripple Creeck, Colorado. People are dessappearing in a misterious way, and the bodies are being found mutilated in the middle of nowhere.

- Sounds like a decent job for us- said John getting up from the table - let's pack our things and go, before other hunters can take the case from us.

- Yes! - said Dean closing the laptop and getting up in a second - let's go!