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I'm hoping the plot thickens here – so stick with me!
Chapter 2
"Dean" Sam choked out, his throat rough and raspy, beneath him the road seemed suspiciously dry and there was a bright light behind his eyes "Dean are you there man?"
"Hey" the voice was soft, feminine and definitely not Dean "Are you alright?"
Sam risked opening his eyes and winced as sunlight momentarily blinded him, he breathed in and out for a moment and mentally felt his body for any injuries, his head hurt and his arm, inside its cast, throbbed and itched, but apart from that he seemed to be in one piece, he opened his eyes again and saw that there was a young girl leaning over him, her blue eyes deep with concern
"Are you alright?" her voice was more insistent now "Have you been knocked down? Where you attacked?"
"No..No I…" his last conscious memory was of getting out of the Impala and asking Dean why the car had stopped, what had happened after that? And why was he lying flat on his back on a road bridge? And, more importantly, where the fuck was Dean? "My brother, where's my brother?"
"Your brother?" the blue eyes clouded with confusion "There's no one here but you, I was driving this way and I found you, flat out in the middle of the road..I thought maybe you had been attacked" she touched his head gently, moving the hair back "You don't seem to have any head wounds or other injuries – are you sure you are ok?"
"I think so" Sam sat up, gingerly, leaning on his good hand "My brother was with me – tallish, late twenties, leather jacket, driving a 67 Impala" he could see the look of pity in the girls eyes and he felt his skin redden "You didn't see him?"
"No – look maybe he went for help – roads pretty deserted and there's not a phone around for miles"
Sam shook his head "He wouldn't have left me alone" he said with some conviction, although even as he spoke, doubts began to form in his mind. Dean had not been himself recently, he had been physically hurt and emotionally wrung out over their dad's death, in fact their very last conversation had been about Dean's conviction that their dad had somehow died so Dean could live. Sam shuddered, he could still see his brother's face as he sat on the hood of the Impala and asked Sam what he could possibly say to make that right, Sam had, to his everlasting shame, nothing to say and Dean had been silent and moody ever since. Sam missed the closeness between them and he knew Dean did too, maybe his brother had had some sort of emotional breakdown and taken off, leaving Sam's sorry ass.
"Look – I think you should maybe get checked out" the girl was speaking again "I could drive you to the nearest hospital"
"No – no hospital" Sam shook his head, shit he'd had enough of those to last a lifetime "I need to find my brother"
"Let me take you into town then" the girl smiled a little, her round face lighting up "Your brother might have gone there" she held out her hand "I'm Katherine, but most people call me Kate"
"Sam – Sam Winchester" he took her hand "I'll take you up on that ride Kate – I really need to find my brother"
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As he sat in the passenger seat of Kate's car, Sam realised that all he had to his name were the clothes he was wearing. His cell, his spare clothes, all his ID's and weapons were in the Impala and he didn't even have any money. He glanced over at Kate, she was a chubby girl, maybe 19 or 20 with soft blonde hair and a plain but kind face. She was dressed in faded denims and a plain tee shirt and, to Sam; she looked like a typical student. She caught him looking at her and smiled
"I don't always let strange men get in my car" she said "But I guess I can trust you"
"Sure" Sam returned her smile "Is it far to town?"
"Nah – only a few miles" she concentrated on the road for a moment and Sam stared out of the window, his mind wandering. Something didn't seem quite right, the road looked different from last night, there seemed to be less houses, more fields, granted he had slept for some of the journey, but the route didn't seem at all familiar to him and he felt a prickle of unease. As they arrived on the town's outskirts, the prickle was fast to becoming a full blown panic. Sam was sure they had been here the night before to the hospital to have his hand seen to, but he didn't recognise any of it, the houses seemed smaller, older fashioned and there were fewer stores. He wondered, for a moment, if they had come to a different town and he turned to Kate, trying to keep his voice even
"How far are we from the hospital?"
"Hospital – are you feeling sick?"
"No – I'm fine – just trying to get my bearings"
"Well – the nearest hospital is St Mary's and that's about 30 miles in the opposite direction" Kate smiled, seeming to sense his unease "Are you ok Sam?"
"There isn't a hospital here? In this town?"
"No – I know there are plans to build one – but that is a long way down the line" she pulled the car onto the side of the road and killed the engine "Sam – you look awful pale – I can take you to a doctor here if you feel ill" Sam shook his head, confusion and fear beginning to grip him, he didn't know where he was and worse, he didn't know where Dean was either, he bit his lip hard, what the fuck was he going to do?
