Chapter Seven
After Dean had left Sam on the side of the road, Sam tried not to think. He knew if he did, questions would come in to his mind, and that's the last thing he needed.
Sam would over think everything and he would worry. Sam always did a whole lot of worrying, especially when it came to Dean.
He loved Dean, more than himself and more than Jess, which took a lot for him to say. He knew that this dilemma, whatever happened back there in that decrepit house, was going to change a lot of things. He felt it in his gut, and Sam was rarely wrong.
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It had been four days and by that time Sam had managed to go to from Nevada to Utah. Sam had loved Utah as a kid, from all the traveling with his father he got to see many places, but he loved the atmosphere there the best. He was really sad to see it go when another case came up.
Dean had tried to call him, but Sam didn't wanna hear it anymore. He knew Dean needed space, and if he answered it would only lead to arguments. However the voice mails made it extremely hard to follow through with his resolve.
He managed to snag a motel in Utah, so after sitting down and taking of his boots, Sam opened up his phone and listened once more to the voice mails.
Voice mail one: "Sammy, I know I fucked up, I just need to hear your voice. Make sure you're okay, god i would kill myself if anything hap-. Never mind just call me bro,"
Voice mail two: "Sam, Shit just pick up okay, I've called you 20 times these past two days, I'm sorry for leaving you on the rode, I just had to get out of there. You know me Sam, just call me back... Please"
Voice mail three: "Christ, I can't believe you haven't picked up! I'm worried sick, listen you bitch, once i find you i'm going to beat you to hell and back. You better fucking believe me"
Voice mail four: Dean sniffled as though he was crying, and his voice was breaking "Sam, I'm so sorry Sam. For everything, I just need to explain it all in person, please answer me. Tell me where you are. God Sammy as soon as I left I wanted to turn back around, but i couldn't. I'm so weak, and I don't even know if you're okay. I love you Sam please answer me."
Voice mail five: I'm gonna find you Sam, you better believe I will"
Sam's hand was tight around his phone, He picked it up and threw it against a wall. "Fuck you, Dean, You did this!"
*But so did I* Sam thought. Sam rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb for a minute or two before finally deciding relax. Sam figured he might as well sleep. He felt hot from all the thoughts about Dean. He took off his shirt and belt, but left his pants on to sleep. He sat down on the bed and sighed. He put his hands together and started to pray.
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Dean spent three out of the four days Sam was gone drunk out of his mind, this kept him from thinking. He managed to keep driving, he didn't really know what direction he was heading, but subconsciously he had found himself in Utah.
He remembered Utah well, because it was Sam's favorite state and Dean had promised himself to bring Sam back there one day.
As he was driving he saw a familiar exit sign on the road so Dean quickly turned his wheel and went down the street. He drove up to the motel where his dad and Sam had stayed all those years ago.
Dean parked out front and he looked to the back seat and saw a younger Sam smiling brilliantly at the hotel
"Dad, this place is amazing!" Sam giggled
Dean looked to the passenger seat and saw a younger version of himself.
"Quite being such an excitable baby" younger Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed.
The hallucinations vanished and Dean shook his head, he remembered being really mad about being dragged to Utah. His dad didn't let him participate in that particular case and Dean couldn't stand it.
With the memory Dean took out a flask full of liquor and chugged it down. He stumbled out of the car with his duffle-bag in hand and jaggedly walked to the motel clerk.
He stared down Dean and sighed, he knew that Dean would be trouble if he wasn't too careful.
Dean walked up to the desk and a drunken idea popped in to his head *What if Sam is here*
Intoxicated beyond belief Dean could still recall a fake name Sam used often. "Is a Jerry Winek staying here?" He slurred
The clerk winced from the horrid smell of alcohol radiating from Deans mouth. "I'm not at liberty to release that information, sorry sir"
"I'll tell you what, you're at liberty to kiss my ass, I am a federal agent, and I demand you tell me if and what room Jerry Winek is staying at" Dean said struggling to pull out his fake ID. He was pretty proud of himself for pulling together that sentence in this drunken state.
The man gave looked at the ID and shook his head sighing. Honestly his shift was almost over and he couldn't take another drunk asshole. "Yes, Mr. Winek is staying with us in room 107"
Dean waltzed over to the clerk and shook his hand "That's a good boy" Dean had taken the key card that had access to all rooms while the clerk was distracted.
"Whatever"
The older Winchester snatched a couple of motel pens and stuffed it in to his bag. "I'm taking these for government monitoring"
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Dean found his way to Sams room and took a deep breath. He inserted the card in to the door and turned the knob
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