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Dean and John had finished up with the man hours later, leaving him barely recognizable. They had left him in the forest, broken and bloody, and didn't give a shit. They hurt Sammy, so they had to return the favor. As the walked out of the forest, "Adam's" blood all over their clothes, they headed off to the Impala, anxious to get back to Sam. Dean had wanted to finish up quick, but was caught in the moment, making every move slow and painful. Afterward however, he was more than ready to get to Sam.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized they could have handled the situation better. They had left Sam while he was asleep, not even leaving him a note for when he woke up. Dean could see how that could scare the shit out of Sammy, but felt justification in getting revenge on the man that had initially put Sam in the condition he was in now.
He thought about Adam, scrutinizing him. The man's hair had been blonde (note: important detail!), of course, before they had their hands on him. Now it was a mixture of his blonde with lots of red.
Dean sighed in content as he got into the passenger seat of the Impala, which had been parked in front of the school. He had had his revenge, and now it was time to check on Sammy. John was now in the car, revving the engine, thereafter pulling out of the parking lot, heading toward their motel room.
They drove in peace, neither wanting to break the silence and speak what was on their mind. As they both looked at the clock, they realized they had been gone much longer than they had expected, too engulfed with Adam's beating.
Dean's heart began to ache for his brother. He had been so messed up, not one inch of him going untarnished. Bruises everywhere, scratching all along his face and chest, and probably several cracked, if not bruised, ribs. Dean heaved a sigh. He should have known that school was no good. The students were shitty, and the teachers were right there with them. The teachers had done absolutely fucking nothing. They evidently left Sam on the floor, and, if he had not called Dean, would probably have died. Dean felt bile rise in his throat, and had to concentrate to bring himself off the subject. Luckily, Sam had called Dean, saving him from certain termination.
Dean was finally aware that they had arrived in front of the motel room minutes ago. John was sitting there, silent, allowing Dean to finish mulling over everything. Dean blushed, cursing himself for being so out of it.
"Time to go." Dean opened up the passenger door. He got out of the Impala, closed the door behind him, and headed toward their room, which was unfortunately on the third story, making the trip even longer to get to Sammy. Nevertheless, he continued up the steps, ever step taking him one step closer to his baby brother. As he moved relentlessly he could see in his peripheral vision his father following him, obviously in the same hurry he was in.
Dean, along with his dad, arrived at the door minutes later and, to their total dismay, saw the door was already ajar. Fear crept into Dean as he ran into the room, the open door allowing him the right of entry he so desperately needed.
He stood in horror as he looked around the shabby room. The covers lying on the bed were crumbled together, as if thrown off the body lying underneath which, in this case, was Sammy. His Sammy.
He moved around the room hastily, anger coming off him in waves. John was looking the room over, searching for any hint of a clue.
"Sammy!" Dean said rather loudly. He nearly ran into the bathroom. There was blood splattered over the wall above the toilet, as was the small window, which had been left open.
"Dad, come here!" he screamed as he stood up on the toilet seat. John appeared at the door mere seconds later.
"What'd you find?" he asked hurriedly. The inquiry had been given no response, yet, none was needed.
"What the…Is that Sam's blood?!"
Dean, six-foot-two, was barely tall enough to look outside the small window. When he did, however, he gasped loudly, his heart breaking.
"What?!...Dean, what the hell did you see?!" Dean jumped off the toilet seat, answering his father as he ran out of the motel room, John on his heels.
"Sam's blood was all over the grass out in the back of the motel. There were broken beer bottles littered all over the grass."
Dean listened as his father cursed unbecomingly, barely holding in his own need for the use of explicative. Either his brother randomly decided to jump out a window or, the more logical reason was that he had been doing so as a means of escape.
They raced to the back of the motel room, peering at the blood all over the grass. Looking more closely, they saw a trail of blood leading into a nearby woodland area.
Here we come Sammy.
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Sam continued his attempt at running for as long as his body would allow. He ran purely on adrenaline as his brain raced to find a solution. He contemplated all the possible outcomes of the current situation, not one of them ending well.
All he could do was distance himself and Adam as much as possible and, right now, the only way to do that was to continue running. That, however, would last mere minutes. He needed a long-term plan, one that allowed him to keep all his limbs.
Sam dragged on, not sure where Adam was at the moment. He remembered seeing him around the corner, walking over to him, his body broken. He had found the initiative to get his aching body off the ground, running into a nearby forest.
He had not stopped ever since then, not once looking back. Now, however, he felt the urge to glance behind him. He needed an idea of where he was. All he had been doing was running blindly, going through each and every route, hoping to lose Adam.
Making his decision, he glimpsed behind him and, seeing nobody, allowing himself to slow down to a halt. His legs felt like jell-o. He fell to his knees, no longer having the ability to move. He felt like a cripple as he rested his head on the grass floor, immobilized for life, completely powerless over his own body. He tried to get up, but his body obviously had other plans. It was unresponsive.
Sam felt like crying when heard footsteps in the distance, slowly creeping toward him. They stopped, then sped back up, ever step leading closer to his immobile form.
Oh god, he was going to die. A single tear dropped without warning down his face as he contemplated his death. This wasn't how he wanted it to end. Not like this. No less, by a human.
The footsteps stopped when they reached him. He strained to see, squinting his eyes toward the figure kneeling in front of him. The man was holding a shiny object in his hand, but Sam was too gone to differentiate what it was, as if he had departed from his own body.
His already hazy vision was beginning to dim. His eyesight was steadily getting worse, his vision swirling around, the colors all mingling together to form one big blob. His mind had finally begun shutting down, until he was left unconscious.
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