I'm already gone

Chapter 7

Dean Winchester sighed, he was surfing the internet for another supernatural case; be it Casper the unfriendly ghost, or the undead, it didn't matter as long as Dean got to kill something evil. He hoped he would find one soon, cause he was about to go nuts. He hated having nothing to do. As he was scrolling down a web page, an article caught his eye. A man had been found dead in his Palo Alto apartment and it looked like he had been killed by a wild dog.

Kind of a strange place to be killed by one of those Dean thought most wild dogs don't know how to use a door. Could be something for us to look into, a werewolf maybe. He just needed a good look at the body and he would know for sure. The fact that it was also in Palo Alto caught his attention too. Good time to check on Sammy.

"Hey, dad, think I found us a job" Dean hollered through the restroom door; where his dad was taking a shower.

"What is it?" John asked as he started to climb out of the shower but slipped on some water. He managed to grab a hold the shower curtain and kept himself on his feet. He scowled he had always accused his boys of being clumsy, well looks like he was the person they got it from.

Hearing the racket coming from the bathroom, Dean struggled not to laugh it sounded like the shower had got the best of the almighty John Winchester.

"Possible werewolf" Dean explained as John came out of the restroom and came to stand over his shoulder. "And it's not far from Stanford."

John frowned he didn't know if having a case so close to Sam was a very good idea. Noticing Johns look, Dean rolled his eyes; the same stupid conflict was going to keep John away.

"You know you want to check on him" Dean said "it won't kill you to take this one case. It's not like we're asking to stay with him."

"I'm not the one who's worried about him" John said "I don't think it's a very good idea"

"Come on" Dean complained "you want to make sure he's safe just as much as I do."

"If we take it will you drop the whole Sam subject for a while?" John asked, not very happily, his eldest son was driving him nuts. Dean nodded, he had to know that Sam was doing okay, and hopefully the feeling he had in his stomach would go away. It was going to give him an ulcer if it doesn't disappear soon. That wouldn't be fun for Dean or John.

"Guess we can take it then, kill two birds with one stone, you can check on Sam and kill a werewolf or whatever the critter turns out to be." John walked over to his side of the room and started packing his clothes. He still felt very bitter towards his youngest, and he knew that seeing him wasn't very likely to change those feelings. He hoped Dean didn't expect him to just forgive Sam on the spot; it was going to take a good long time before he would be able to.

"Get your crap together" John ordered "I want to be on the road in fifteen minutes."

Dean rolled his eyes, as he powered off the laptop. He hated using the thing, Sam was much better at it; but since he wasn't here. John improvised and made Dean do the majority of the research after shoving the laptop into its bag. Dean went about collecting his various forms of clothing that always ended up scattered every where around the room.

"You know" John said casually as he watched Dean begin to pack. "It wouldn't hurt you to be a little bit neater" Dean snorted as he finished shoving his clothes into his duffel.

"I would die of a heart attack first. I'm not the neat freak." Dean lifted the bag to his shoulder and headed out of the room.

"How you ever manage to keep a lady in our room during a case beats me. I'm surprised you don't scare her off."

"I can keep a lady because I'm a real man" Dean snorted "Sammy on the other hand wouldn't be able too." John rolled his eyes as Dean went down a whole list of why Sam couldn't keep a woman. This was just like Dean to talk too much when he was nervous. John couldn't really blame him; it would be the first time in a little over a year since they had last seen Sam.

"Don't know why you're worrying so much" John said after having turned in the key and climbing back into the classic car.

"I'm not worried" Dean lied through his teeth, though he knew his father could see right through him. His dad was like a human lie detector so it had never done any good to lie to him in the first place.

"You're lying" John stated as he pulled out onto the highway. Dean huffed out a breath and turned to watch out the window. They drove in silence for what seemed like forever but was probably only a few minutes.

"I doubt Sam is mad at you" John said as if reading Dean's mind. "Knowing him he's going grey headed with worry over you not calling him."

Dean turned to look at John and for a moment John could see the real fear in Dean's eyes. But then the green eyes turned back to guarded.

"I quit calling him knowing that he depended on my calls to help him" Dean said quietly "why would he not be angry about that."

"Because you're Dean" John answered "and to him you can do no wrong."

"It might have been like that a long time ago" Dean said "but I highly doubt that he thinks of me like that anymore." John reached over and placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. He hated that as a father he couldn't really offer any reassurances. Dean sighed, and reached out and flipped on the radio. Bob Dylan's voice singing Knocking on Heaven's door filled the car.

"Do you think the werewolf was going after Sam?" Dean asked the thought had occurred to him but he hoped he was wrong.

"Even if it did, Sam knew how to take care of it. It wouldn't be the first werewolf." John replied "why do you ask."

"I'm just wondering if that feeling in my stomach has anything to do with the werewolf and Sam. Cause what are the odds of there being a supernatural creature in Stanford that wasn't after Sammy."

"I don't know, but this is the reason I didn't want Sammy to leave in the first place." John muttered darkly. Dean frowned and didn't reply his father was starting to get in one of his moods. And it would be best to just leave him alone. He laid his head against the seat and closed his eyes.

"Wake me when we get there."

The day turned to night then turned to morning over and over again, until Dean and John had finally arrived in Palo Alto. The first thing John done was find a hotel room, that was near the crime scene. Once he had them checked in he shook Dean awake.

"Grab your stuff and get inside" he muttered gruffly. Dean didn't say anything just climbed out of the car and stretched his sore limbs.

"Finally we're here; I didn't think we would ever get here." Dean walked over to the back of the car. Reaching into the trunk, Dean grabbed his bag and just happened to glance up when he saw a person who suspiciously looked just like his little brother, with a good looking blond on his arm, into the room right next to his and John's room. He was just as tall as Sam had been when he had left and he had the same length hair as Sam did.

AN

Please read and review and let me know what you think. And was the song Knocking on Heavens' door a bit of foreshadowing?