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Dean swaggered down the street, a confident smile on his face. He expected Sam to be safely snuggled in bed, the salt lines intact and the lights turned off.
He would get back and undress and climb into the bed next to Sam and whisper a 'goodnight Sammy,' even though he was already fast asleep. Then in the morning Dean would tell Sam about the great night he had had with Bella. That was what Dean expectedwould happen, but when Dean neared the door, he saw the lights still on.
Dean stepped in and instead of a silent rundown motel room, he got an armful of sobbing snotty Sam.
"Sam! What's the matter?" Dean said in an alarmed tone. Sam buried his head in Dean's leather jacket and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist.
"Sam!" Dean said harshly, pulling Sam back and taking a look at him for any blood or cuts.
"D-Dean. You came back!" Sam whimpered. Dean frowned.
"Of course I came back! What the hell is going on Sam?"
Sam trembled and stepped back. He swept his phone of the ground and looked at his feet, a tear dropping to the floor.
"Sammy? Can you tell me what's up?" Dean said gently.
"I-I got these text messages. Dean, I don't know who they're from." Sam said, his voice hitching in the middle of his sentence. Dean rested his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Let me see the texts Sam." Dean said in a low voice. Sam handed the phone over gingerly. Sam watched as Dean scrolled through the messages, his features hardening and the hand on Sam's shoulder squeezing tight.
"It's probably nothing, okay Sammy? But to be sure, we'll phone the number." Dean said. Sam could see that Dean was lying his pants off. Dean was scared and Sam knew it. This was no prank, this was real. Sam tensed up just thinking about it. Dean put a hand on Sam's neck and pulled him into a hug.
"Relax Sammy. You have nothing to worry about. I'm here, and nothing's gonna happen to you."
Dave crouched outside the window, watching as the boy he had been tracking for days huddled inside himself, looking around every so often. He didn't know that every time he looked around he was nearlymaking eye contact with the human being outside that wanted to torture him the next day. Dave snapped a quick picture through the window.
"Hmm. This might be my best one yet." Dave murmured to himself, a smile creeping onto his face.
Suddenly the door opened and Dave quickly lay flat underneath the window until the person had slammed the door. He watched as Sam embraced someone, guessing that it was the older brother. Dave watched the interaction for a few minutes before he heard a ring on his phone. He jumped and frantically ran away to take the call.
He looked back at the motel in the distance and saw the little boy staring intently at the older one, who's eyes looked angry and a little scary. Far away from the house, Dave looked at the callerID and read 'Sam Winchester.'
Dave stared at it for a moment then pressed answer.
TBC! Tell me what you think! Next chapter will be longer!