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Chapter 7

Sam woke up on his rock solid motel bed, groaned, rolled over, pulled a pillow over his head, attempted to get back to sleep and eventually gave up. There was no way he was getting back to sleep, he was wide awake and did not possess Dean's ability to sleep through anything or fall asleep instantly…

And talking of Dean…

Sam forced himself to sit up with a yawn, rubbed his neck – cursing the crappy motel pillows and looked over to the twin bed beside his own.

But Dean was not back yet, or at least, his bed hadn't been slept in since house keeping had come the previous morning.

Crap, we were meant to be moving out of this motel today. I am so gonna kick Dean's ass!

Sam went and had a shower, ate a breakfast comprising of two bowls of fruit salad and an apple – enjoying the fact that he could eat something healthy without being called a health freak or a sissy in front of Dean, and backed up both of their possessions.

And then he plonked himself on his bed, he had until twelve to get out of the place and it was only half nine, so he grabbed his laptop and decided to enjoy some alone time. If Dean was allowed fun with a girl, he deserved some fun too.

But after another hour Sam was beginning to wonder what was going on. Dean never never usually returned late from nights out with random girls, he usually slipped away in the middle of the night, no doubt leaving the girl wondering what she had done wrong, or he was back before breakfast having stated that he had an important meeting as a CEO, or was due in an important court case or doing something important in whatever profession he had made up the night before.

Something didn't seem right about Dean not being back yet.

Sam grabbed his phone out of his duffle and called Dean, grimacing when it rang ten times without being picked up.

He hung up and tried again a minute later.

"Hello, this is the Dean hotline, if I'm not out, chances are I'm frisking women, so don't call again for a while!" Sam laughed a little, god he loved his brother.

After another three attempts Sam waited a while before trying again, but to no avail, so he rang Dean's other phone. He knew Dean couldn't talk to him, but if he at least picked up or realised that Sam was trying to contact him he would text back and let Sam know he was ok.

"Hello, this is Dean's other phone…leave a message."

Right, phone number three it is.

"Hi, this is my other, other phone, you know what to do."

Phone four…

"Sam, only you know this number…piss off man, just cos I'm with a hot chick doesn't mean you can cock block me…but seriously, you know what to do if it's important."

Phone five…

"The number you have called, is switched off."

"SHIT!"

That was it, something was wrong.

Sam quit pacing around the room, threw open the door and pounded on the door next to his room with all his might.

"Bobby!"

"BOBBY!"

The door opened to reveal a highly pissed off Bobby.

"What, what? Jesus, what's your problem? I was in the middle off…"

"Bobby, it's Dean, he isn't back yet."

"And? Didn't he go off with some girl?"

"Yeah, but…"

"He's probably enjoying some hot morning sex, relax. This is your brother we're talking about, you know more about his sex life than I do, and he isn't exactly Mr. Innocent. Relax; I'm sure your brother is fine."

"I can't relax. Something's wrong. He'd have called me if he knew he was going to be late back, and he isn't answering his phones. Any of them. This isn't like him."

"Sam, chill out!"

"NO, I will not chill out, I just have this feeling, there is something really wrong here Bobby, and we need to find him. Now!"

"Fine, we'll go back to the library and see if we can find anything."

"There won't be anything there, demons cover their tracks."

"Look, it's the only lead we've got."

"Ok, ok. Let's go." Sam hurried out the motel room, ignoring Bobby's mutter of idjit.

When they finally pulled up at the library in Dean's Impala – yet another warning sign considering Dean would never willingly leave his baby behind –Sam leapt out of the car and immediately sprung on the first person he saw. The pregnant lady looked more than alarmed when he gesticulated wildly and asked whether she had seen a man in a leather jacket and ripped jeans. When the woman said no, Sam sprinted away to a business man, leaving Bobby to apologize to the poor woman who had been scared out of her wits.

"I'm so sorry about that, his brother has gone missing and he was in a serious accident recently."

"Oh, right, I hope that you find him." The woman turned and walked away, shuffling as quickly as she could and wondering what the hell had become of the world.

"BOBBY!"

"YEAH?" Bobby ran as fast as he could after Sam, who was at the reception desk of the library, having just spoken to a rather flustered looking librarian who was desperately pleading with him to be quiet in the 'silent zone.'

"He's not here Bobby, he's gone." And with that, Sam seemed to deflate, burying his head in his hands and using what little resilience he had left to hold back a sob of fear and frustration.

"Ok, ok." Bobby, who was highly aware of the fact that they were being stared at by a bunch of angry students, young mums and four year olds, carefully wrapped an arm around Sam, gave an apologetic nod to everyone in the vicinity and led Sam outside.

Sam allowed himself to be led, leaning heavily against a wall with tears streaming down his face.

"Come on son, don't cry." Bobby spoke gruffly, pulling Sam into his arms and grasping him tightly as the younger hunter sank heavily against him. After a couple of claps to the back, Bobby pulled away and ruffled Sam's hair affectionately.

"Chin up, we'll find him."

"But what if we find him too late?"

"We'll cross that bridge if we come to it."

Bobby swore when Sam fell to the floor, thinking that the boy had collapsed or something, and then he saw it.

Dean's leather jacket was crumpled in a heap on the floor and Sam had dropped to pick it up and cradle it in his arms.

"Oh God…Bobby, there's blood." Sam buried his head in the material and breathed in Dean's familiar scent, aftershave and car fumes. But he couldn't blur out the underlying scent of copper.

"Balls."

"I don't know what to do Bobby. I-I can't…I don't understand, I thought we exorcized them all. I don't get how…"

"Right back at ya."

"What do we do?"

"Relax Sammy, we'll treat it like any other hunt, hunt the demon down."

"This isn't just any old hunt; this is my brother we're talking about. Oh god, this is all my fault, I should have stopped him from going with that bitch! None of this should have happened, if I had just listened to him the night we got rid of that sword, he said there were too many of them for us to fight and I ignored him! I am meant to be taking care at him, he's already hurt, his hands and back…he's already in so much pain…his eye Bobby! He can only half see, how is he meant to defend himself if he doesn't have any weapons, can't see properly and can barely use his hands?!"

"It was not your fault, don't worry, we'll find him. This is Dean we're talking about, he'll pull through. He's a tough lad, he'll stick it out.

"How…"

"I don't know, but first things first, let's call Ash, ask if there's been any recent demon activity showing up on his alarms.

"Ok." Sam tossed his phone to Bobby before punching the wall with all his might, hissing and clutching it to his stomach in pain.

"Better?"

"No, not really."

"Come on ya idjit, lets go find your brother."

Bobby dialled the Roadhouse and waited, sighing relief when a familiar voice answered the phone.

"Oh Ellen, thank God."

"Howdy Bobby, didn't think you went for all the God stuff?"

"I'm making an exception, we need all the help we can get at the moment, and some divine intervention would be much appreciated right now."

"Bobby, what's wrong?"

"It's Dean, he's missing."

"C'mon, Dean's a big boy, he'll be fine."

"Ellen, he's half blind, his hands are broken and his back was torn to shreds a while back. He's not fine."

"Shit, looks like I missed the newsletter! What happened? Half blind?"

"One of his eyes was ripped out."

"Shit, how?"

"Demons. Look, can I talk to Ash?"

"Sure hon, keep me informed."

"Course."

"Bobby, Ellen said…"

"Yeah, can you check for any spikes of demon mojo on that contraption of yours?"

"Sure thing. Give me seven minutes, 30 seconds and a pint of beer next time your down here."

"Thanks Ash."

Bobby hung up the phone. All he could do now was wait.

And then the phone rang.

"Hey, there was a peak about at a library near your current location, and another about one hundred miles away in the middle of nowhere. Some field by the looks of things. That mean anything to you?"

"Hmmm, maybe."

"There were quite a few in the area recently, it could just be coincidence."

"I believe in a lot of things and coincidence aint one of them, we're gonna check it out. Thanks Ash."

"Anytime."

Ash sat back on the pool table, grabbed his beer, took a swig and ran a hand through his mullet. He was sure Dean would turn up soon, he always did.

..…SN…The Collapse…SN…The Collapse… SN…The Collapse…SN…..

Dean was roughly woken from his stupor by a harsh kick to the ribs which sent him crashing to the floor.

"Morning sweetheart, for a moment I thought you were gonna sleep all through the fun stuff."

Dean scrambled to his feet, only to be pinned to the wall by some invisible force.

"I want that sword Dean, think, is it really worth your life to hide it, or should you just do what's best for everyone and give it to me? I get my sword, you get to die fast and your little brother gets to live his life in peace. He can have a normal life, a nice cottage with a wooden fence, a lawn, a rose trellis, and a wife…maybe even kids. He could have a normal job; finish his training as a lawyer. That's what you want, isn't it? For your little brother to be happy."

Dean snarled at the demon, earning himself a small laugh and a deep slash across his cheek.

"Don't try my patience Dean. I'm getting bored of this. Where is the sword?"

"SPEAK!"

Dean shook his head frantically, raising a hand to his throat when he felt the demon mojo loosen its grip.

"What, you can't speak? Is that it?" The demon grinned down at Dean and gently cupped his face, thumbing his cheek and caressing his jaw before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Dean struggled as hard as he could to bite her lip, but couldn't move his teeth right. It looked as if she had expected that tactic.

"You poor little thing, I did a better job on you than I thought." With a snap of her fingers a notepad appeared, and a biro.

"But no matter, write down where it is. Now."

Dean shook his head and snarled at the demon, which earnt himself yet another hard kick to his ribs and two to his back, causing agony to shoot through him as some of the deepest cuts ripped wide open again.

"Aghhhhhhn" Dean let out a low wheeze of pain, more of an exhale of breath than an actual sound.

Dean took the pad and pen and with a shaking hand managed to write down something which he knew he would regret.

But it was his only choice.

He resigned himself to the worst when he ripped out the slip of paper and handed it to the demon.

'Go to hell, Bitch.'

TBC

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