Chapter 2: We Have to Find Him

Dean drove into the only free parking spot left. "Man this place is gotten packed since this morning," He said to himself as he looked around. Every single parking spot had a car placed within it. Dean stepped out of the car, and walked to the front of the motel. He made his way up the stairs, and grabbed the keys to the motel room from his pocket. Dean walked down the hall, counting the numbers to their room. 134, 135, 136… "Room 137." He said aloud. Dean stuck his keys in, and opened the door. "Sammy?" He asked to the empty room. There was no answer. Dean's eyes shot in all directions. He shut the door quietly behind him. "Sam…?" He took a couple steps forward, and looked in the bathroom, hoping that Sam might be there. "Sam!" He yelled this time. The motel room was silent. Dean walked over to the nightstand and found a note. Hey Dean. I'm going out for a drink by the bar a couple miles down the street, I'll be back later. Dean shook his head. "Sam." His eyes guided his sight towards the clock. "12:31 AM. And he's still gone?" Dean grabbed his cell phone and dialed Sam's number. It rang a couple of times. "Hey, you've reached Sam. Leave a message." Dean pressed the end button, and tried once again. "Hey, you've reached Sam. Lea-" Dean shut his phone. "Damn it Sam. Now I have to go get you." Dean walked to the door. Probably too drunk to even think.

Dean drove down the road. The rain droplets splattered against his windshield. "Stupid rain. Get outta my way!" He moved his head from side to side, trying to see the road through the window. The windshield wipers swiped back and forth quickly. He soon found himself in the parking lot at the bar. Dean sighed, looking out the window. "I don't wanna go out there." He made a face, and rolled his eyes. Dean stepped out of the Impala, and ran to the entrance of the bar. Once he got in, he brushed his hair of any excess water. He rushed over to the tender. "Have you seen my brother anywhere around here?" The lady looked at him. She was dark-skinned, and cleaning a beer mug. "Now how would I know who what your brother looked like?" She asked, leaning onto the counter. "Well, he's tall, has brown kind of shaggy-ish hair, and he was here probably a couple hours ago." The lady gave him a puzzled look, then turned her head. Dean waited for a response. The lady blinked a couple of times, then nodded her head once. "Yeah, he was here. He ordered a couple beers, but after that he just stumbled out of the bar." She shrugged. "Did you see where he went?" Dean asked. "Nope." She shook her head. Dean hit the counter surface with his fist. "Damn." He muttered. "Hey boy! Don't be breaking other peoples' property." Dean turned his head, his eyes meeting with hers. "Sorry ma'am." Dean's fist loosened, and his hand slid off the counter. He walked to the entrance of the bar. "Hey." He felt a hand touch his shoulder. Dean turned around and saw a woman. She had light brown hair, deep green eyes, and was just below Dean's nose. "I think I've seen that guy that you were talking about." She said. Dean looked at her face, admiring her features. "Where did you see him go?" He asked. "Here, let's go outside."

Dean and the woman were just outside under the wooden cover. "You said this man was tall, and had brown longish hair right?" She looked at Dean. "Yes. He's my brother." Dean said, in a serious yet worried tone. "Well, I saw him walk out here, so I decided to follow him. Then, he walked towards a car, and a man stepped out and brought him into his car. After that they drove off." Dean stared into the parking lot. "Which way did they go?" He looked up and down the street. "They went left." Dean looked back at her. "Thanks. And, by the way, I'm Dean." Dean held out his hand. She smile, and shook his hand. "I'm Cassandra. Do you mind if I come with you? You might want some help finding your brother." Dean looked around. "Well uh, I don't want you to get hurt or anything. That guy could be dangerous." Cassandra's brows rose. "I've been through dangerous things. And plus, with the both of us, it might be easier to take him down." Dean stared at her, and blinked. "Um, okay. If you want." Dean headed to the Impala, and Cassandra followed after. Dean opened the door, to let her in. She smiled softly, appreciated by his kind gesture, and stepped into the passenger seat. Dean went to the other side of the Impala, and took the driver's seat. Not long after that, they headed down the road.

"So, you've lived in this town all your life?" The rain let up by now, and was only sprinkling on the windows. "Yep. Small town here in Newark." Cassandra said, shrugging. "I've grown up here all my life." Dean nodded as he was focusing on the road. "How old are you?" He asked. "I'm 22. I'm going to be 23 in a couple months here." She said with excitement. "I see. 23 is a good age. My brother's 23…" Dean's voice quieted. "Oh, so you and your brother travel?"
"We're on a road trip. We uh, drive around, exploring the many cities in the US."
"I wish I had a sibling to do that kind of stuff with. I'm an only child."
"Only child. Well, siblings can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially when they decide to get drunk and don't come home later." Cassandra laughed.
"I'm sorry. I'm sure we'll find him soon."
"Yeah. We will…" You better be okay Sammy…