Sam (Chapter 2/?)

Title: Sam (Chapter 2)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall
Category: Thriller, mystery
Summary: Dean goes on a hunt in a haunted house and is not prepared for what's waiting for him.
Disclaimer: This is just a fanfic of Supernatural.
Notes: Self beta-ed. Please let me know if you find any error that's really distracting. Enjoy!!

Sam wakes up at 7am in the morning. Something is not right, he thinks. It is way too quiet.

He looks over to the other bed and sees no one there. Then he looks around the motel room, also no one.

Crossing his eyebrows he gets up and checks on Dean's stuff. Dean's gun is not there and… he looks out at the window. Impala's gone too.

"Shit."

Sam picks up the phone and dials.

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John Winchester comes back that afternoon, from Minnesota. He received his son's call in the morning and came straight back.

"Are you sure that he went to that house?"

"I'm pretty sure. That's the only lead we got. He took the salt rounds with him. That must be it."

"Damn it why can't he wait?"

Sam huffs sarcastically. "How about you? Why can't you wait? What's in Minnesota?"

John looks at his fourteen year old son with a masked face. "We should go."

Sam walks ahead of him and jumps onto the truck.

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"This place looks haunted even under the sun." Sam says.

"Let's go."

They find that the house is even bigger than it looks from outside. John insists that they don't split up because if Dean disappeared here, then something strong may be around. They have to watch each other's back.

They walk around the abandoned house. Most of the rooms are empty. Some have old furniture. It's probably the reputation of the house that has been keeping people from stealing everything inside.

The house has some windows, but they are all dusty, so the rooms look foggy even with the sun shining in.

They walk through corridor after corridor. The place is so big that someone can easily get lost in dark, but there's no sound of movement in the house.

Then they find a door that looks like it leads to a big hall. John holds the door knob and turns…

There's a big chair at the back of the hall, facing them.

Other than that there's nothing special.

"Dean!" John calls loudly. Hoping that his son will hear him if he is somewhere in the big house.

Sam walks into the hall and towards the chair. He wants to take a better look.

That is when the vision hits him.

A grown man, tall and muscular, is walking towards someone in the dark.

"Dean." Sam hears himself call.

The tall man takes hold of Dean's gun and starts to embrace him.

Sam sees the drop of a knife. Dean's knife.

"Dean!"

"Sam!" John holds his son's arms and shakes him.

Sam looks up and sees his father's worried face.

"What happened? Why did you suddenly hold your head like you're in pain?"

"I… The…" Sam continues to look at his father's face.

No. This is John Winchester. They are the Winchesters. They are hunters. He cannot know his secret. Not this one.

"I had a headache. It must be the air here. Can you smell it? It's trapped in here for too long."

John nods and let go of Sam. "Let's check out the second floor."

He walks out of the hall ahead of Sam.

Sam's hands are sweating. Dean, is he ok?

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The guy actually looks alright, looks human. No, he actually looks way way more than alright.

Dean wants to bang his head on the wall for that strange thought.

"Ok, can't breathe." He struggled a little in the man's arms.

"Sorry." The man let go of him, but stays so close he's breathing on Dean.

"So, ah… what's about the waiting for so long?"

"I… was lost too. Like you. I haven't seen anyone around for hours, so I'm glad to see someone."

"And you know who I am?"

"You're one of the guys that have been asking around town about the recent incidents right? The people disappearing thing? I heard about you guys from the town."

"And you decide to pay a visit to this place anyway?"

"I was curious. I'm a traveler." The guy smiles lightly. Even in the dark Dean can see his dimples.

"And your name…"

"Sam. My name is Sam."

"Oh."

Dean doesn't ask any further.

"I've been here longer than you I think. I've figured out a few places, but this place is like a freaking maze."

"We still have to try. I don't want to be here the whole night. Sam will kill me if he finds out I left him alone to sleep and come to here."

The tall guy looks at him quietly.

"My brother's name is also Sam." Dean shrugs.

"I know."

Then they looked at each other for a while. There's something about this guy's eyes that Dean cannot wrap his mind around. They look too old, too tired, know too much for his age.

Dean begins to feel uncomfortable.

"Ok are we going or not?"

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"You freaking sure you know where you're going?" Dean yells. It feels like they're just looping in the same place over and over. How long has it been since he came here? It's still dark outside from looking out the windows.

"I remember this corner! There's a table and a vase!" Dean points to the vase to prove his point.

"I know, but we walked in the exact opposite direction as last time."

"Fuck. I know something's wrong with this house, just didn't know it's a never ending maze." Dean is beginning to feel tired actually. "This must be how people disappeared. They're idiots like you that come to see this house and can't get out."

"Hey, you're one of us." Sam says in an amused tone.

"I came to save you guys!" Dean yells again, not wanting to be called an idiot.

"Maybe they're like you too. Come to save others." Sam says. His voice light and quiet suddenly.

"Well, not you! You're just a curious cat."

"People say I'm more like dog."

"Bitch"

"Je…" And then Sam stops.

Dean looks at him suspiciously. "What're you trying to say?"

"Just like a kid. I want to say you argue just like a kid."

"I'm not a kid!" That comment definitely distracted Dean from whatever the guy was trying to say.

"Let's just check out the other side." Sam leads them to another direction.

That's when the vision comes to him.

A boy and a man with guns. The boy has long hair and even longer legs. The man looks worried but tries to hide.

"Fuck. He's here already."

"Hey, are you ok?" Dean shakes the guy a little on the arm. Sam is holding his head like he's in pain.

"No…"

"Hey, it's ok. It's just a headache right?" Despite being shorter and lighter built than this man, Dean tries to hold him and put his head on his chest.

The man goes still almost right then. He's still holding his head, but he's not moaning in pain any longer. He just let Dean hold him.

"Why?" He asks, sounding very unsure.

"My… ah… kid brother Sam. He has nightmares very often. Whenever it happens he'll hold his head like you just did. And I… will go to his bed and hold him. And… he'll quiet down and be back to sleep."

The first thing Dean heard next was a sniffing sound. Then the guy pushed himself off Dean gently.

"Thanks. Let's try that way this time."

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"Sam! What is it? Headache again?" John walks over to his son in a fast pace.

"He's here."

"Who?"

"Dean. He's here. I… I know it. He's here somewhere."

"What do you mean by you know it? You saw something?" John puts his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"I… it's the footprints. There're footprints on the dust. Now I remember it. They match Dean's shoes." Sam hopes he sounds convincing.

"Shit. Where is it?"

"I forgot where exactly, but they're his. I think he's here." And someone, or something, is with him.

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