Chapter 7
Everyone thought that Sam was taken by someone like Lucifer or Crowley. But they were wrong. Sam was not kidnapped, or dead.
He was lost.
But he was not alone. He had heard strange russeling in the bushes, and a voice that said follow me. He did turn around once, but fell to the dirt when he did, for right behind the bushes was a black eyed women with long curly brown hair. She had on a blue striped sweater with blue jeans and sneakers. She didn't come for him, no. She stood there, or it stood there, watching him with its soulless eyes. He backed up slowly on his palms and stood back up. Sam stared at her, trying not to look into her eyes. Sammy couldn't stay there anymore. He whirled around and ran. He ran and ran and ran. He felt like he had been running for an hour. He finally stopped in his tracks and fell to the ground. He was breathing heavy, holding his tiny hand on his chest, feeling it go up and down. He lay back and looked up at the sky. The only reason Sam was here right now was because he ran away from his brother and the angel. He had gotten into a fight with Dean and he got mad and went to his room. He decided to end this, all this fighting and yelling at each other. It had been going on ever since their father had died. Dean got depressed, and soon after that, he got angry and yelled at Sam for no reason sometimes. But then they found Cas, and Dean's life went sideways. He became better when they found Cas next to their door. The gradually brought him in, and soon after that, they called him their brother. Dean still yelled at his younger brother sometimes, but this time, it was a serious fight. He ran away, jumped out the window, and sprinted for the woods. But when he was jumping out the window Castiel came in to talk to him about Dean, and Cas saw Sam's hair going out the window. He didn't yell though, he just sprinted to the window and hopped out after Sam, running as fast as his legs would take him. He could see him, just a few feet ahead of him. He didn't know how far they had run or which way the house was, but he had a faint idea. Castiel finally caught up with him, but Sam must have heard Cas behind him and made a sharp turn to the left while Cas attempted to jump for him. But when Sam veered, Castiel missed, and face planted into onto some rocks and twigs. Cas quickly looked up and looked back and forth, but there was no sign of the pipsqueak. ( Sam was younger then Cas at that time so he was a lot smaller.) He knew he went to the right, but there were so many ways he could've gone that it was impossible to know which one it was. He looked all around, at the tall trees and the tiny creatures and the shrubberies. He tried to remember which way he had come from, but his mind went blank, fo all he could think about was poor Sammy. Castiel knew that Sam would never find his way back in time, and neither would he, for he was as lost as his younger brother was.
Castiel suddenly got scared. Fear was pumping through his veins. He hit the ground with a THUNK and looked down at the dirt floor beneath his body. He new the legend of what happens to fallen angels if they get scared, lonely, and nervous. They would slowly and painfully become one of them. Castiel would become a Weeping Angel any day now, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
