I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY. I'm suffering from writers block. If anybody has any suggestions please message me. sorry it took so long to update and it may take a while yet again, also sorry this chapter is so short. please review should i continue or...?
Dean woke up, his eyes foggy, and slowly blinked as the white ceiling came into view. Dean sat up, confused, seeing the IV in his arm, he pulled it off and stood up. A nurse quickly rushed in and ushered him back in bed. "Where's my wife?" Dean asked suddenly remembering what happened "Where's Jasmine?"
"I'm sorry sir, your wife didn't make it." The nurse said sadly. Dean was hit with a wave of grief before he realized she hadn't answered his question about Jasmine. "Where's Jasmine, where is she?" Dean exclaimed worried.
"Please sir, we are doing everything we can." The nurse said urgently.
"What do you mean? Where is she?"
The nurse hesitated "S- She went missing."
"What do you mean, she went missing?" Dean exclaimed angrily. A doctor came in at that moment and sent the nurse away, telling Dean "She was in her room sleeping and when someone went to check on her she was just gone."
"Where's her room?" Dean asked determinedly
"Room 207. Why?"
Dean pushed past the doctor and went to room 207; luckily, it was still empty. Dean quickly inspected the room and saw what he most feared right by the bed, sulfur.
After Dean checked himself out of the hospital (ignoring the protesting of the doctors) he went down to the morgue to say a final goodbye to his wife. Standing in the cold room Dean looked down at her and said "I'm so sorry, I'll get her back I promise I'll get our baby girl back" he said as he walked out a single tear rolled down his cheek.
After calling Sarah's family and telling them what happened and explaining that he was going to find Jasmine Dean arranged for Sarah's body to be cremated. Two weeks later everything was taken care of and Dean packed some of the things he needed and a few personal items and closed and locked the door. Driving away Dean prayed that he would be able to return some day with Jasmine.
When Dean drove up to Bobby's he expected to see the impala off to the side completely totaled. Instead a completely different site met his eyes, the impala was standing there in perfect shape.
Dean gasped in surprise, what was going on? As Dean was getting out of the car he heard a slight noise behind him. Drawing his gun Dean spun around to face Crowley. Dean immediately dropped his gun and pulled out the demon killing knife, Dean held the knife to Crowley's neck and growled in a dangerous voices "Where is she you son of a bitch! Where is she?" he said pressing the knife against his neck.
Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender "whoa, it wasn't me, why would I take the little brat?"
Dean shoved the knife a little harder against his neck. "Yeah? And why should I believe you?"
"Because I'm the one that helped moose put your car back together."
"That was you?" dean asked in surprise taking a step back
"yep, as a peace offering and to tell you it wasn't me who nabbed your daughter"
Relaxing a little bit Dean said "Fine, but who did?"
"about that…" a third voice finally said from the left.
