The feelings of warmth and softness were the first things that Sam was aware of. He was lying on a bed that wasn't too soft and yet familiar like an old friend. It reminded him of the motel beds he used throughout his childhood moving from hunt to hunt with his family. It was a surprisingly comfortable feeling.
Opening his eyes, Sam stared out into the darkness of the room. There was something tickling at the back of his mind. Something that he should be aware of and yet in the cocoon of comfort and warmth he really didn't care at the moment. The hazel eyed man closed his eyes once more hoping to fall asleep again. It was really nice and quiet; Dean wasn't being an ass and moving around making noise.
"Dean!"
Sam jolted up into a sitting position only to yell out in pain. His body was sore and aching but he paid it no mind as he looked over towards Dean's bed to see if he was there. Yet, as he looked over the tall hunter saw that the bed didn't even looked slept in. Getting up, slowly as to not jarred his injuries, he looked around the room with wide eyes.
"Dean?"
The room was neat and clean, all of their notes on the case were stacked in neat piles on the table. The weapons, that Dean was carrying the previous night, were laid out perfectly on the table. Hell, even his weapons were cleaned and reloaded.
"Dean? Are you in there?" He asked faintly as he walked towards the only other room in the cabin.
He stumbled into the bathroom in dwindled hopes of maybe finding his brother in there, only to find it empty.
"Dean?"
Sam was about to leave the room where something moved in the corner of his eye, he jerked his head towards it. He mouth dropped a bit as he looked into the reflection of the mirror. He was only wearing a pair of black boxers and it was noticeable that he had been freshly washed and changed. His wounds tended to as evidenced by the bandages on his injuries. The bruise on his neck and face stood out strongly in the bright lights. Looking in the background of the reflection he saw that his cloths from the night before had been washed, fixed and hung on coat hangers to dry.
"What the hell?"
Leaving the bathroom in confusion, Sam walked over towards his brother's bed, he stared at it for a moment seeing that there wasn't anything too odd about it , besides the fact that it seemed like that it wasn't used at all, he moved on to the dresser where their clothing were. Looking through the drawls, he found all of his clothing to just like the ones in the bathroom, fixed, washed, and folded nicely. But when he went through Dean's drawls, all of his cloths were missing. They were just gone.
Fear raced through his veins, as he ran towards the window in hopes of seeing the Impala; that it wasn't taken as well leaving him nothing of his brother except memories and weapons that he used lovingly. Luckily, the car was parked out in front of the cabin, wash and in perfect condition.
Moving away from the window, Sam looked around the room, turning over everything he could trying to find any clues to help him understand what had happened and why are things the way they are. After searching everything and everywhere he could, Sam sat on his bed defeated and heartbroken. Oddly enough during his search, he completely missed the night stand next to his bed. Look on top of the night stand there was a rather happy looking card; it was white and had a big bright yellow smiley face on it. A feeling of dredged began to grow as he looked at the ominous yet cheerful looking thing. He wasn't sure on how such a thing escaped his notice but he picked up the card and opened it; that feeling of dredged he had grew as he read the note inside.
"Thanks so much for the gift! You even had
it wrapped up for us. Hope you enjoy
your apple pie life! – XOXO
Sincerely,
Your Savior"
To Be Continued...
-End of EO1-
Primogenius Rodzice - E02 - Sweet Dreams (Once Available Links will be provided)
