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Nightmares

"Come on Dean. Where are you?" Sam said to no one. He dialled Dean's number again but just like the other times it just went to voice mail. He put down his phone in his pocket and walked out. He couldn't stay inside anymore. Dean had been missing for a week and all Sam had been doing was sitting in the motel room making calls. The first day e had only been calling Dean. The second day he was calling everyone he knew. The third day he had only been sitting by the phone waiting for someone to call. The fourth day he had been calling to hospitals. The fifth day he was calling around to other hunters again. The sixth day he had called different pubs. No one nowhere new where Dean had been, where or was going to be. No one had seen him. Today it was the seventh day he was missing and Sam just had to find Dean.

It had started to get dark outside and Sam knew that he had to get back to the motel again. Suddenly he heard his phone ring. He took it up and without looking who it was he pressed answer and said: "Dean?" The person that had called him said: "It's Bobby." Sam got a little disappointed and said: "Oh. Hi Bobby. Anything new about Dean?"

"No. I haven't heard anything But I have tried to trace his phone."

"Yeah. And?"

"He is in an old abandoned factory only 10 miles from your motel."

"That's grate." Without another word he just hung up and started to run back to the motel. Why had he left the car there?

Sam knew he really should drive slower. It had been raining and the road was slippery and an accident was the last thing Sam wanted right now. But he just had to get there as fast as he could. He had to get there before Dean left for some other place. If Dean even was there. He could just have left his phone there days ago and then went somewhere else. But if Dean was there he could be hurt, dead or just hiding. If Dean was even there alive Sam was going to kill him for just leaving. But Sam knew that would be wrong. He himself had left his family for Stanford. He hadn't spoken to them until the day Dean came and got him. He regretted he never had spoken to them but he just couldn't. If he had talked to them he would never have gotten that normal life he had craved for so long. But that wasn't the only reason he never spoke to them. It was the same reason why Dean hadn't told him where he was going. He just wanted to be alone and forget. Forget about everything that had with their lives to do. But it was hard to forget everything they had went through the years. Whatever they did they could never forget.

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