For all of you in the United States, I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving. For the rest of you, may you still have a joyful day and remember what you are thankful for. I'm thankful for all of you, my readers. Your encouragement has kept me writing and enjoying it. As always, I'm thankful for Trumansshell for quickly correcting this and getting it back to me. I know this is another cliff hanger but I promise next chapter they will have Sammy back.
John and Bobby showed up at the designated place to find an empty Impala. They called but got no answer. Dean had too many voices going through his head to hear it. While Bobby looked inside, John checked the GPS and found that Dean wasn't far away. He let Bobby know he was headed towards the coordinates. He was worried that something got to Dean, because he knew to answer his phone. That and the fact that he wasn't with the Impala and didn't let him know where he was going in the first place. The closer he got the more nervous he became, not knowing what he was going to find. He already had one son missing and he couldn't handle it if Dean was hurt too. He walked towards the signal. He actually heard Dean's sobs before he saw him and what he saw broke his heart.
Dean was on his knees sobbing. John could hear him cry, "Sammy, please forgive me I'm so sorry I can't believe I lost the most important person in my life. I'm such a fuck up of a brother. I should have known. I should have seen the signs. I'm sorry Sammy. I'm so sorry." He sobbed on and on. He rose up and yelled to the sky," Sammy, where are you? I need you! Where are you?"
John, tears running down his face, knelt down next to his son and gathered the teen into his arms and held him tight. "Daddy's here, calm down Dean, I got you. We'll find him son. It won't be much longer and we'll have our Sammy back." John continued to talk soothingly to Dean holding him and rubbing his back. Chick flick moment or not they both needed this.
Bobby walked up on the scene and was relieved to see Dean was okay. But his heart broke for his "family". He hated to see them go through this. He couldn't wait until John put a bullet in the yellow eyed bastard and his kids, since they hurt his nephew too. Bobby nodded at John and turned to go back to the restaurant. He didn't want to embarrass Dean and figured they needed time alone. He decided to gas up both vehicles and get a booth and some coffee while he waited for John to get Dean calmed back down enough to walk back to the restaurant.
"Dean, this isn't your fault. Sammy fooled us all and he ran away. Azazel is the one stopping Sam from coming back to us."
"No, MY fault, I lost him." Dean emphasized through his sniffles.
"No Dean, you only did one thing wrong and that was not calling me right away. You have already been punished and forgiven for that. The rest is on Sam."
"You think its Sammy's fault Azazel has him?" Dean accused.
"God no Dean, no I didn't mean that. I meant that it was on him that he ran away. It's on him that we were going through hell. But now that Azazel has him, we are all being punished for Sam's mistake. We're hurting emotionally while that bastard is hurting my baby physically." John got all choked up and held on to Dean with everything he had. They remained that way for a few minutes when John broke the silence.
"Hey Kiddo, I know this is hard as hell! But Azazel said he would let Sam call us soon. So let's hope that he is near Flagstaff and we can get him right away." John declared. "Dean, I need you to be prepared! Sammy might look like shit. I know for a fact that yellow eyes has been taking things out on Sammy's ass. Sam may be hurt and will definitely need our love and support before we tear him a new one."
"I just want him back dad. I don't care about anything else right now." Dean explained. "I don't even care that we've been through hell. I don't even give a shit if anyone finds out that I'm sitting here in a field in Albuquerque, New Mexico hugging my daddy like a freaking girl crying my eyes out, if I get Sammy back. I just want him back daddy!" His tears started again. "I'm supposed to take care of him and I don't even know where the fuck he is. How am I supposed to deal with that? It has been almost 2 week and I just don't know what to do."
"It's almost over Dean; we'll get him back soon." John encouraged. I promise you that it will be a very long time before he runs away again. Before you jump down my throat, he's being put through hell right now and he's going to be very clingy for quite some time. I haven't decided if I'm going to punish him for running away yet or not, but if I do, it won't be for quite a while. I think he is being punished enough right now but you know Sammy and his guilt. It may come down to me punishing him for him to get rid of that feeling."
"Yes sir, I know how he can get but we're going to make sure he's okay first right?"
"Of course kiddo, I'm not going to collect him and tear his ass up. It has been torn up enough. I just want to hold him and make sure he is okay. I'm taking some time off too. We are going to stay with Bobby if he'll have us and get Sammy better. The four of us need to spend some quality family time together. It's been too long. I'm sorry Dean."
This shocked Dean. What was his dad sorry for? Was it for not having quality time or for Sam being gone? He didn't know. But usually John Winchester rarely ever said he was sorry. It was generally 'because I'm the dad and I make the rules,' or Dean's favorite 'because I SAID so and that's all you need to know.' Speaking of need to know Dean needed to know.
"Sorry for what dad?" He asked.
"I'm sorry for everything, for having to live your life like this. I'm sorry you know about the supernatural. I'm sorry I'm an asshole dead set on getting revenge against the thing that has your brother. I'm sorry I'm a horrible father that leaves you in charge of your little brother and expects you to help me raise him. I'm sorry for putting other things as a priority over you and Sammy." Dad bellowed, "I'm sorry I couldn't save your mother, but mostly I'm a sorry Son of a Bitch who is tough as hell on you and your brother."
"Dad, no you're not. The Supernatural shit exists and you can't control that. The only thing you can do is to try to teach us to protect ourselves. You have to be hard and strict with us so we'll survive this shit. If we don't obey you right away we could die. That is why you 'make' sure we don't repeat the same mistake twice. We might not survive the next time. Yeah sometimes you aren't my favorite person! I hate the nights when Sammy or I are sleeping on our stomachs and it just plain hurts to move, but deep down I know you beat my ass out of love and protection."
"Thank you Dean, I really needed to hear that. So, if I punish Sam in let's say in 2 or 3 weeks are you going to have a problem with that?"
"Hell yes, but I won't try to stop you. You are a good dad, strict as hell but a still a good dad. Sam and I both know what to expect when we go against you or disobey you. Sam knows he was wrong."
"Okay kid, I'm too old to sit here like this too much longer and your Uncle Bobby is probably starving. How about you help your old dad up and let go back to the diner to eat?" John asked
"Sure thing OLD man!" Dean joked as he helped John up and quickly tried to dodge the swat he knew was headed his direction.
John caught him with a playful swat. "You have to be a little quicker to dodge my swats boy!" Then he pulled him in for a quick hug and said, "We'll get him back soon Dean, just hang in there."
"Thanks Dad." Dean said as he returned the hug and they walked to the diner and Bobby.
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Sam is horsing around with Dean and laughing. Sam had gotten into a little trouble and Dean handed him his ass. Sam was all mad and pouty and Dean came in and was trying to make it up to him so he was tickling Sam. Sam was laughing then…
Sam jumps as his alarm goes off. He rolls over and jumps again, this time all the way out of the bed. The pain is still so intense that tears are forming in his eyes. He pushes them away because if his dad sees them then he is in for a hard morning and possible licks from the paddle for being a baby. Realizing that he'd been dreaming really depressed Sam. His stupid brother Danny did take his alarm because only one went off. This upset him even more. What the fuck did he do to make Danny hate him so? Danny had to have heard Sam getting the shit beat out of him last night and he also had to see him standing bare assed in the damn corner for 5 fucking hours and yet he still takes his alarm trying to get Dad to go round three with the belt. Why? Sam just didn't get it. What had he done? The thought that Danny found his misery amusing almost hurt Sammy more than the belt had. This thought brought a few tears out.
Sam tried to push all of these thoughts out of his mind. He didn't fully succeed as he let some tears fall with the shower water. He gathered himself together and finished his shower. He only had 30 minutes to shower and change before he had to be seated at the table. He had every intension of doing so. He got out of the shower and lightly toweling off his burning backside and gently sliding into his sweats. There was no way he was going to wear anything else. He got everything he needed from his room and headed down to the table.
As Sam was sitting down he realized that he hadn't see Danny yet. There was only 10 minutes left. He should just sit down and say fuck it let Danny get his ass burned before school, but he couldn't do it. How the fuck was he even part of this messed up family. Here Danny didn't get him up, had him beat up, lied about him not wanting a ride and stealing his alarm now he's going to try stop him from getting a whipping. He knows Danny would let him get his ass beat but he wasn't Danny. He was Samuel Joseph Winchester no that was a wish, he was Samuel Joseph Winchell and he was better than them. Sad to say but he was!
Sam ran to Danny's room and knocked on the door. He opened the door and hollered at his brother. He looked around and didn't see him. He checked the bathroom and still no Danny. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't be late two days in a row. He wasn't even going to be able to sit because of the belt to his backside twice yesterday. He gave up and went to the table. Where was his dad? He didn't see him either. He wasn't sure what to do, so he just sat at the table. He heard his dad in the kitchen. It was now time to be in your seat and there was still no Danny. Nothing he could do about it. He hated to hear his brother get a whipping but he was where he was supposed to be and that is all that counted.
"Sammy?" Danny whispered.
"Where have you been? I went looking for you but couldn't find you."
"Has dad been in yet?" Danny questioned.
"No, hurry!" Sam suggested.
Danny hurried and took his seat moments before their dad burst through the door. He was carrying pancakes and sausage. Danny got up and helped their dad and Sam grabbed the syrup. They all got back to the table and sat down prepared to eat. They fixed their plates and started eating. There was the traditional small talk and other bull that was their typical morning shit. Sam and Danny had finished their food.
"Dad, May I be excused to go to school?" Sammy asked.
"Yeah, me too dad." Danny asked finishing his last bite of food.
"I have one question for you boys and I expect an answer." Dad said standing up to unbuckle his belt.
Sam swallowed the lump in his throat. He couldn't take another whipping and he really didn't want to see Danny take one either. What was this about? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He couldn't even sit comfortably right now. How would he ever get through school with another whipping before he left? He didn't think it was going to be an extremely hard spanking because they had already eaten, but still anything on his sore ass would seem like a serious whipping. It was just a 'don't fuck with my rules' thing. Oh shit, dad's talking.
"Which one of you was late this morning and how late?"
Sam and Danny just stared each other down. Sam hoping that Danny would man up and admit it, but he didn't say anything. What a fucking hypocrite dad was. He was fucking late bringing the food and now one of us is getting our ass warmed because we were a little late too. He so wanted out of this family!
"Dad," Danny said.
Sam lets out a visible breath thinking 'Thank God Danny is going to tell the truth for once.'
"I was late dad, by one minute. I'm sorry." Danny stood preparing to drop his pants and take his licks.
"So you were the one that was late?"
"Yes sir, I had an upset stomach."
'What a fucking liar! I checked the bathroom. He wasn't there, I checked.' Sam was thinking. Something didn't seem right. Once a confession was given, an ass whipping commenced and dad hasn't moved. Danny hadn't continued to pop the button of his jeans. What was going on? He all of a sudden felt his dad's eyes on the back of his neck. Sam gasped and looked up into the eyes of a very irate father wondering what the hell he did and why he had the feeling it was his ass that was once again going to get roasted.
"Samuel," {oh shit full name} "am I to assume that you were at the table on time." {Shit what did I do?}
"Yes sir," Sam stammered.
"Then am I also to assume that you were the one to tell Danny to hurry because I had not made it to the table yet?" {Fuck,Fuck,Fuck! Danny screws up and is late and I look out for him to save him and I'm still the one to get my ass roasted. Shit}
"Yes sir," Sam whispered, tears already starting their way down his cheeks in well worn tracks from yesterday.
"Okay boys, both of you up and in position." Dad said taking position behind Danny.
We both comply by baring our backsides and leaning over our chairs. Dad Puts an arm on Danny's back and raises his belt and lets the first lick fall. Danny lets out a little yelp as it does. Dad gives him 3 more and then quits. Danny has tears falling and is sniffling but this was a very mild spanking.
"I was late this morning too. If you would have told me you weren't feeling well and you were a minute late this could have been avoided. Danny was dismissed to wash his face and told to get to the bus stop as he wouldn't be driving today. Dad turned and focused his attention to me.
"Samuel, I'm very disappointed in you! Have you not been in this position enough since I got home that you have to rush to get back in to it? If you want my attention ask for it just not like this. How could you possibly think it was okay to try and deceive me into thinking both of you boys were seated on time? I will not tolerate that kind of lies!"
As dad says the last line he raises his hand and lets the first lick fall. He isn't holding anything back. He is using full force and Sam's knees almost buckle at the onslaught of pain. Dad is pounding on his ass viciously with a vengeance. Sam can't see straight. The tears are flooding his eyes. He is gripping on to the chair for all it is worth. He is sobbing uncontrollably and can't catch his breath. Sam has lost count at 10 because he couldn't think of anything besides the pain he was feeling. He hoped the chair would stay upright as he pushed all of his weight into it as he rose to his tiptoes to avoid some of the force of the blows. He wasn't even sure when dad had stopped. He just felt pain, white hot searing pain. How the hell was he going to get to school let alone sit through it?
"It's all done Samuel. I forgive you but I'm sorry to inform you that your behavior this morning has brought back your bedtime spanking, starting tonight. I told you if you behaved you would only get one hard lick at bedtime, but your behavior this morning shows me I was too easy on you. Go get washed up and meet Danny at the bus!
"Daddy, how can I go to school? I won't be able to sit at all. Please, let me stay home, please."
"You want me to reward your deceit? No, get your ass ready for school boy, NOW!"
"Yes sir," Sam cries slowly moving as each step is excruciating.
It hurts to walk. It's almost unbearable. Tears and snot were running down his face. The thought of riding the bus was killing him. But no matter what, he was going to have puffy bloodshot eyes, a red nose and not be able to sit. He was already in sweatpants because of his encounter with his dad last night. He splashed his face with cold water trying to reduce the swelling but he was still crying so he didn't think it was going to do much good. He found some visine and hoped it might help with the cover up. Sam saw Danny as he was headed back to get his backpack and run to the bus stop.
"You okay?" Sam asked his big brother all the while thinking his big brother should be asking him that question.
"Yeah, it wasn't too bad." Danny glanced at his watch and shook his head. "Steve is picking me up today. Not even going to try to sit on the bus." Danny headed towards the stairs and turned back to Sam and asked, "Oh, by the way, how are you?"
Sam could have said he was happy because now his ass and his underwear match they are both red striped and Danny wouldn't have paid attention so he just said "fine" and left it at that.
"Good, glad dad went easy on us!" Danny called over his shoulder as he ran down the stairs. He hollered goodbye to dad and ran out the door.
Sam stood there awestruck. 'Easy on US?' Sam thought, 'yeah right Danny easy on your ass maybe but mine is on fucking fire. It hurts to move, hell it even hurts to breathe deeply and you're happy he went easy on "US." What a fucking asshole.' Sam tried to push his anger down. He had to try to forget Danny's words because they hurt. The tears that he had almost managed to stop had started again. He was going to miss his bus and then there would be hell to pay. He quickly washed his face and put more eye drops in. He cringed when he heard his dad yell up the stairs to him.
"Samuel Joseph Winchell, get your ass in gear boy. I swear if you miss your bus, my belt is going to let you know that it was an unacceptable thing to do, every hour on the hour from now until I let you go to bed tonight! Have I made myself clear boy?"
"Yes sir", Sam cried as ran towards the stairs to go down and grab his back pack and go. {shit shit shit} Dad was standing at the bottom of the stairs, belt in hand. {Come on Sam just get it over with and get to the bus.} He started his walk of doom down the stairs. {Fuck, but better a few licks out the door than miss the bus.} He stepped slowly off the bottom step and walked to stand next to his dad, facing his dad's left and slightly bent over his ass ready for the belt that was already high in the air to fall. Dad didn't disappoint. He swung the belt with such force that it rocked Sam forward and he had to force him self to stay in position and not to fall face first into the floor. The second and third licks were just as hard. So much for washing his face to get rid of the evidence, the tears were rolling nonstop down his face.
"Don't just stand there, go get on you damn bus. I have better things to do than stay here and beat your ass every hour." Dad yelled.
"Yes sir, thank you, sorry." Sam choked out.
"Sam," he looked towards his dad, "I'd better get a call from the school saying that you are there. I will be checking the caller ID."
"Yes sir, understood."
Sam ran to the hallway to get his backpack and headed out the door towards the bus. He wiped his face and did some deep breathing to try and stop the tears. It didn't help much. He was going to be embarrassed but there was nothing he could do about it. He so wished his mom was still alive. Things were so much better then. Dad didn't drink. Danny and he might have gotten a spanking but never a whipping. Danny was also a wonderful big brother. He played games with Sam. They had fun when they spent time together. But now Danny didn't even pay any attention to him. Sam was a little lost in though as he rounded the corner towards the bus.
"Dean, this isn't the way to school." Slater stated.
"Yeah I know," Dean replied, "I just have a bad feeling and think that we needed to check on Sam."
Slater reached over and lightly slugged Dean's arm. Dean looked at his little brother and flashed a gleaming smile down towards him. "Thank you Dean." Slate proclaimed. "You're the greatest brother ever!"
"Yeah kid I know you're one of the lucky ones!" Dean said as he winked his sparkling green eyes at him. The love he had for his little brother shown in them.
Dean parked about where they dropped Sam off the previous night to try and see if they could spot Sam. They watched as Danny ran out and got in Steve's car and headed out. 'That's so not good.' Dean was thinking. He was really worried about Sam now but not wanting to alert his little brother. He was nervous. What if Sam didn't come out? What would he do? He couldn't go in after him, could he? They were only there temporarily. They would be leaving soon and then what would happen to the kid? Dad would never let them take him with him. Sam was too young. Dean feared if left here, Sam would die.
"Oh God Dean, there he is. He doesn't look good, he crying and can hardly walk. What the fuck did that bastard do to him?"
Slater was about to jump out of the car and run to Sam, but Dean stopped him. "Wait Slate, we need to let him come to us."
Salter looked at Dean like he had grown an extra head and started to pull up on the door handle. Dean grabbed Slate's arm pulled it until Slate looked him square in the eyes and Dean yelled "No!"
"Dean let me go! Look at him." He was struggling to break free. "Damn it Dean."
"Slater Allen Winchester!" Dean yelled. He knew it was ingrained into his little brother to stop and pay attention or get his ass swatted. When Slater finally stopped and turned to look into Dean's eyes, he noticed that they both had tears in their eyes. Dean loosened his grip on his brother's arm and said, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes sir," Slater looked ashamed but never broke eye contact with his big brother and he let a few tears fall.
Dean pulled Slate over towards him. He wiped away his tears and tried to explain his reasons to him. "Look kiddo, if we don't wait until Sam gets out of sight of his house and his dad sees us pick him up, he might hurt Sam more. We can't take that chance okay?"
"Okay Dean, sorry," Slate leaned into his brother's embrace…..
Sam tried to hurry, but it hurt so much. He rounded the corner and saw the bus. He tried to run to catch it but tripped and hit the ground. He just stayed where he landed and the tears flowed freely now. He had to go back home and face his dad and his dad's threat of hourly whippings. He didn't see the Impala or hear the car doors open. He felt someone touch his arm and try to help him up. He flinched.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please Dad, I tried. I'll walk please daddy, please, don't use your belt again!" Sam pled and broke down crying.
Dean crouched down and wrapped his arms around Sam. He put his mouth near Sam's ear and quietly spoke. "Sammy, its Dean, calm down a little bit for me. Come on Sam, someone might see you and that's going to cause nothing but trouble."
Sam tried to silence his sobbing and took deep breaths. He looked up into Dean's eyes and thanked him without words. Dean acknowledged the thanks and he helped Sam up to his feet. He supported the majority of Sam's weight and led him to the Impala. Slater collected Sam's back pack. They got to the car. Slater shut the front door and climbed into the back seat. Dean helped Sam get in after slate and settle with his head in slates lap, his backside hanging over the edge. Sam felt like a complete idiot but was thankful for his friends. Otherwise he would be walking back into his house and a hell of an angry dad. Sam noticed that they weren't headed towards the school and he panicked.
"Dddeeaannn," Sam struggled to get out. "SSScchhhoooolll, ppllease."
"You want to go to school?" Salter asked.
"Yyyeess HHavvee tooo!" Sam responded as he closed his eyes and rested. Slater just sat there and rubbed Sam's back trying to calm his friend down.
"We're just stopping for gas Sammy. There's nothing to be worried about. We'll get you to school don't worry." Dean wished he could take Sammy to the apartment they rented but, it's obvious he couldn't.
Dean got the gas. He went in to pay for it and came back out with a care kit for Sam. He pulled over to the side of the building and grabbed the drink out of the bag. He got out and went to the trunk and found their first aid kit. He came back and leaned over the seat.
"Here Sammy, sit up and take this." Dean insisted.
"What is it?" Sam said, having calmed down enough to answer.
"Something for the pain, it's mild. It won't make you pass out or anything like that. It will just take the sting out of it and make it easier to sit. Please, just take it." Dean pled.
Sam took the pill and didn't fight when Dean helped him to get out of the Impala. He was ushered towards the restroom. He wasn't sure why but he followed just the same. Once in there Dean handed him a bottle of sunburn cream with aloe. Sam looked from the bottle to Dean with a strange expression on his face and asked, "What is this for?"
"Okay, I know this sounds strange but it helps trust me. Your ass is on fire and this helps with the burn. I know you have to sit all day and you can't let anyone find out or there will be hell to pay. Put this on your butt and let's go before you and Slater are late." Dean said a little too forcefully and it sounded like an order.
"Yes sir," Sam whimpered automatically. Anyone yelling at him when he was in this state got that response.
"Sammy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that you should be home in bed sleeping and recovering. I'm just angry that this is all I can do to help you."
"It's okay Dean, thanks. You and Slater have done more than anybody ever has." Sammy revealed.
Unfortunately for Sam this was a one room bathroom. He was facing away from them as he lowered his sweats to apply the aloe. He was embarrassed when he heard Slate gasp and looked to see that his ass was aimed right at the mirror and they could both see his purple swelled backside. Sam just continued to apply the cream as if nothing happened. They had to get to school and call his dad. Dean had grabbed Slate and hugged him close, Sam had noticed the tears in his eyes. Sam felt horrible. Here they are helping him and he makes them feel bad.
"I'm sorry." Sam said wishing the floor would just eat him up.
Dean gave Slate a quick hug then released him. He walked over to Sam. He raised Sam's chin so they were looking into each others eyes. "Don't you dare apologize! This was done to you. You had no control over it and there is nothing to be sorry about. I'm sorry that you are going through this. Not only did you have to feel the sting of the belt that did this, but now the humiliation of your friends seeing you like this. You have nothing to be sorry for. Understand?"
"Yes sir and thanks." Sam said feeling reassured.
"Oh and Sammy, stop calling me sir."
"Yes sir, I'll stop calling you sir, sir. I'll do it right away sir." He was trying to lighten the mood. It was kind of an embarrassing situation. They all smiled. Dean once again resumed his position hugging his little brother. Sam looked at them both and longed for the time when Danny would have been so protective of him.
Sam righted his sweats and looked at his friends and said. "Thank you both really! I would be at my house having one of the hourly sessions with my dad's belt if you hadn't helped me up. I do feel a lot better than I did. I wish I could just skip today but I have to call my dad from the school's phone. The caller ID must show it's the school. We really should go."
"Your dad is such an asshole. He was going to whip you hourly if you missed the bus?"
"Yes," Sam said quietly. "You know my dad and Danny didn't always used to be like this" He whispered, "Dad used to take time to take us to the park and have family day. Danny used to watch me and play games with me. He used to be so protective of me. Then my mom died. They didn't know how to deal with it. Dad started drinking and got mean. Danny took the brunt of his anger for a long time. If Dad was going to punish me, Danny took the whipping. Then as I got older Dad made sure I got what I deserved. Danny felt so bad the first time that he stood up to my dad. Dad hurt him so bad he never stood in his way again. They may be jerks and assholes but I still love them because I can remember the way they used to be and I still have hope." Sammy smiled. "Every now and then I see the old Dad and Danny come threw and I remember."
Slater felt like a total asshole. His best friend is hurting and in pain and he insults him and hurts his feelings. "I'm sorry Sammy." Slater murmured.
"No worries Slate, let's just go." Sam stated and headed towards the door. "You're right though, my dad is an asshole."
Then the three of them got into the Impala and headed to the school. Slater insisted that Sam sit up front as it was easier to get in and out. Dean was right the pill and the aloe made sitting bearable. Dean gave Sam another pill and told him to hide it and take it at lunch time in the restroom stall where nobody could see. He told him he would give him another one after school. Sam thanked him as Slater and he got out of the car and walked towards the school.
SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNS PNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN Dad and Dean were laughing as they walked in the diner. Bobby looked up and smiled at them. It was the first time he had seen them smile since they found out Sam was missing. He really was hoping this would be over soon so that his "family" could heal. He really hated to see them hurting so badly. It killed him to think of Sammy all alone and hurting. He didn't know what to expect when they finally got him back, would he still be Sammy or not? What was the damn demon doing to the baby of their family? It was taking its toll on all of them. Bobby tried to erase the worry from his face with the smile but John could see right through it. Dean headed to the bathroom and John went to sit down.
"So, how are you holding up Singer?" John asked out of courtesy because he already knew the answer.
"Just the same as you and Dean are, Winchester, shitty as hell!" was Bobby's response.
"Let's pray that it is all over soon and we can get my boy back where he belongs. Bobby, I need to ask you something." John said.
"You don't have to ask Johnny, of course you and the boys are welcome to come and stay at my place. You can stay as long as it takes to get Sammy better and deal with all the emotional shit."
"Thanks Bobby," John told him
"Don't mention it. Family ain't just blood you know."
"Yeah I know Bobby, thanks!"
Dean came back and they ordered and ate. They had a few more hours of driving before they got to Flagstaff and a hotel for the night. They hoped to hear from Sammy soon and wished he would be close to where they were going. They were headed back towards their vehicles when Dean freaked out.
"Dad, the Impala's gone. What the hell, I parked her over there." He started panicking.
"Dean, calm down, she is over there on the other side of your dad's truck." Bobby told him.
"What the hell Bobby why did you move my fucking car." Dean yelled.
John wasted no time in grabbing Dean by the arm. He marched him over between the truck and the Impala and gave him 4 attention getting swats.
"Dean, you know better than that you apologize right now!" John growled.
"Sorry Uncle Bobby," Dean proclaimed, "I just panicked when I didn't see her and thought I'd lost her too." Dean stared at the rocky ground by his feet.
"I understand Dean, just watch your tone." Bobby declared.
John felt like an asshole for swatting the kid but Dean knew better than to speak to an adult that way, especially Bobby. He hated it but he was the dad and he had to enforce the rules even if he didn't like it, he did the right thing.
"Sorry dad, I panicked." Dean said looking down.
"Look at me Dean," John ordered waiting for his head to pop up. "I know we're all stressed out right now. But, that is not an excuse for you to be disrespectful. Haven't we already had this conversation more than once?"
"Yes sir we have." Dean responded.
"Well then you know where this conversation should end don't you."
"Yes sir, over your knee."
"That's right it should but since this is a stressful time and if Bobby agrees, I'm going to give you another chance." John said looking towards Bobby for an okay. Bobby nodded. "You'd better take advantage of this chance and shape up. Because if we have this conversation again, it WILL end with you ass up feeling my belt are we clear?"
"Yes sir," Dean said with certainty.
Trying to change the subject, Bobby broke in and informed them both that he filled both vehicles up with gas so they were ready to hit the road and head to Flagstaff. John turned towards Bobby and nodded. Bobby tried hard to stifle a laugh and John turned back towards Dean in time to see him with his hands folded in prayer mouthing thank you, thank you looking at Bobby.
"Alright smart ass, knock it off." John laughed. The three of them broke into laughter. "Dean?"
"Yes sir?"
"Don't drive too fast. Meet us at the Motel 6 off of Butler Ave. Understand?"
"Yes sir, I got it."
"Oh, and Dean, if you get there before us and you decide to leave the Impala again, Bobby or I had better get a phone call because if I get there and I find you are gone again, the hairbrush is going to get a work out do you understand what I'm telling you son?"
"Yes sir I understand."
"John, I need a coffee for the road, how about you?"
"Yeah sounds great actually."
Dean got in the Impala and headed out as John and Bobby got a coffee for the road. Dean knew that they were giving him a little privacy by not following him directly. This gave Dean a little leeway when it came to his speed. They all wanted this to be over soon. Dean missed Sammy something awful and he was sure that his little brother missed and needed him too.
John and Bobby headed out. Bobby convinced John to let him drive a bit so John could rest. He could tell that this was taking its toll on his friend. Bobby wasn't surprised to look over and see John sleeping after only 10 minutes into the trip. Bobby just turned the music up a little to keep any noises from waking up John.
The only thing that Bobby and Dean were interested in was getting to Flagstaff. If Azazel kept his word, they should be hearing from Sammy tomorrow. But they all knew better than to trust a demon. They just hoped and prayed that the evil creature really needed Sammy for something so he wouldn't really hurt Sammy and would let him go. Once they had him back they could protect him from any evil plans but they couldn't help him at all if they couldn't get him back. They all silently prayed and headed to Flagstaff, Arizona.
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Sam and Slater got to the school and headed towards the office. Sam prayed it wouldn't be too hard to get them to call his dad. He didn't have to fake the fact that he had a headache and wanted to take some Tylenol to get them to let him get permission from his dad. His dad answered on the first ring demanding to know what took so long for him to call.
"I'm sorry sir. I had to wait for Nurse Anderson to give me permission to call. I have a head ache and need your permission for her to give me a Tylenol."
"You mean more like an ass ache don't you son."
This embarrassed Sam he prayed that nobody heard that but never the less he replied with a 'yes sir' even though he did feel bad.
"I guess if you must make it look authentic take one. It might help you to sit without anyone noticing your sore ass. Remember straight home you're still grounded until I say and you have some corner time to do. I have an idea of a chore that you and Danny need to do also."
"Yes sir."
"Now, let me talk to the Nurse."
Slater was waiting outside of the nurse's office for Sam. They had most every class together, this included first period. Sam really dreaded trying to sit in his seat but didn't want to draw attention to him self. Slater created a little distraction so Sam could sit without stares if he squirmed or flinched. It worked. The low hiss wasn't heard over Slates laughs.
They continued like that all day. Sam was able to reapply the aloe and take the pill without notice. He could tell when the pill wore off. The pain became almost unmanageable again. Thank goodness for first lunch and standing up until the pill kicked again. He steadily felt worse and worse. He was achy all over and just felt off. Sam didn't want to go to the next two classes. These were the only ones without Slate.
Sam walked into the classroom and could swear all eyes were on him. His head was throbbing just about as much as his ass. He looked around and when it seemed nobody was looking, he eased down into the chair. He flinched and tried to stop the small hiss but couldn't. He just laid his head down and wished to be invisible.
"AWWW, looks like wittle bitty Sammy got a spanky from hims dada." Jacob Kettle teased.
The boys around Sam all laughed and Sam turned bright red but didn't lift his head off the desk. He was fighting back the tears. Jasmine, Jake's twin sister, walked up to him and punched his in the mouth. Sam looked but couldn't manage more than a smile.
"Don't you ever talk about Sam like that again Jake. If I tell Daddy it will be you that's finding it hard to sit tomorrow." Jazz said then turned to Sam, "Don't worry about them Sam, EVERY one of them still gets spankings too. Sam, are you okay?"
She walked over to Sam and raised her hand to feel his forehead. She was shocked when he flinched. She slowly walked to his side and started rubbing his back.
"What did he do to you Sammy? Oh my Sam, you're burning up." She exclaimed and turned to her brother. "Jake, give me your jacket."
Jake was already in hot water with his sister so he gave her his coat. She wrapped it around Sam's shoulders and continued to rub his back. The teacher came in and ordered every one to their seats. Jazzie stayed where she was, talking quietly to Sam.
"Miss Kettle, do you have a problem with my order to find your seat?"
"No sir."
"Then may I suggest you comply to my wishes and find your seat!"
"Yes sir, but.."
"But nothing, GO NOW! Or do I have to call your dad?"
"No sir that won't be necessary, sorry Sam."
"Samuel, sit up and stop playing around."
Sam really did try to sit up. The room was spinning and he felt sick to his stomach. Jasmine noticed that Sam was going to be sick and ran for the trash can. She managed to make it in time for Sam to hurl. He really felt like shit. The more he tried to sit up, the more he hurled. His dad was going to kill him. {shit shit damn it all to hell} It wasn't enough that he couldn't sit still or comfortably now they would call his dad and he would have to go home and spend the day alone with him.
Sam suddenly turned white as a ghost. Everyone thought it was because of being ill but it really was because he was afraid on the hourly whippings promised by his dad. He prayed it was just for missing the bus and not just for being home during school hours. He was sure that Nurse Anderson would call for his dad to come pick him up. Sam calmed down some and a few minutes later he felt someone helping him up. He turned to see Slater grabbing his arm and throwing it over his shoulder. At least that is what Sam thinks is happening.
"What's going on Slate?"
"Just shut up and don't ask any questions okay? Gosh, you are burning up, that wasn't a side effect of the pill."
Slater handed Sam over to Dean. "You got him now! Take care of him. Don't lose him again Dean! Do you hear me?"
Why would Slater be telling Dean not to lose him? Sam is confused and can't wrap his head around anything. Is he is class? What the hell is happening? What Dean said next puzzled him more.
"Yeah, I hear you, you bastard. I will kill you one day of that you can be sure! Nobody does this to my baby brother!"
"Brother, wait what?"
"It's okay Sammy I've got you now. Do you trust me Sammy?"
"With my life Dean." Sam wasn't sure why he said that. Why would he trust Slater's brother with his life?
Sam wanted to say something when Dean led him out the door towards the parking lot. He should have spoken up and complained but he didn't have the strength to. He was weak and just wanted to sleep. He vaguely remembers getting into the Impala but that was all.
Sam jerked awake and was scared because he didn't know where he was. He tried to focus on his surroundings but couldn't get his eyes to focus. He tried shaking his head but that didn't help any. He suddenly felt hands pushing him back down on the mattress. He was in bed somewhere. But where and who was that?
"Sam it's me Dean. You need to calm down buddy. I'm here I've got you now."
"Dad, My dad."
"Dad is on the way Sammy, just calm down for me please."
"No Dean, my dad is going to whip my ass, please take me home before I get it any worse. Where is Slater? How did you get me out of school?"
"Sam it's me Dean. Come on little brother it's the fever talking. Who's Slater? What do you mean school? I found you Dad and Uncle Bobby are on the way."
"Dean? I'm confused. Where's Slate?"
"Sammy listen, I don't know who Slater is."
"What Dean, Slater is your little brother, my best friend. Call Danny to come get me. Maybe he won't be such an asshole if he already knows Dad's going to whip my ass."
"Sammy, it must be the fever talking. I only have one little brother and that is you. Who is Danny?"
"Danny's my big brother. What's going on Dean?"
"I'm not sure. Who am I Sam?"
"Dean Winchester. Your brother is named Slater and your Dad is John."
"Who are you?"
"This is stupid. I'm Sam Winchell. My big brother is Danny and my Dad is Don."
"Oh baby brother what did they do to you?" Dean let some tears fall. "Sammy. Your name is Samuel Joseph Winchester and I'm your big brother Dean. Dad and Uncle Bobby are right behind me by about an hour. You ran away, do you remember?"
"Where are we?"
"We are in Rufus' cabin in the mountains in Flagstaff Arizona."
"Dean? You're really my brother?"
"Yes, come on Sammy remember."
Sam threw his arms around Dean's neck and grabbed hold and sobbed. "I dreamed of having you for a brother not Danny. He was a jerk and got me whipped. I don't understand."
The laughter caused Sammy to let go of what he thought was Dean. It turned out to be his dad, Don. He felt like he was going to vomit again.
"So my little boy wishes that I wasn't his daddy and Danny wasn't his brother. Well little boy, fever or not, by the time I get done with you're ass you really are going to wish that!" His dad bent over and whispered in Sam's ear, "I have one thing I want you to remember, STAY PUT! Don't run away again!"
Sam was confused. When did he run away? Sam didn't stop the tears from falling. In fact he was sobbing before his dad got his belt off. He was confused. Where was he? How did he get here? What did dad just say? He felt the sting of the belt across the front of his thigh before he understood what his dad had said. His blanket was thrown off and he was flipped over. His sweats and shorts were roughly dragged off of him. He ended up bare assed on his stomach. His dad wasted no time in applying the belt to the bare bottom in front of him.
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"Hey dad, what's up?" Dean asked answering his phone.
"Hey we're having trouble with the truck; it overheated about 2 hours away from Albuquerque. It's the Thermostat."
"Okay sir, how long is it going to take to get fixed?"
"About 2 ½ hours according to the mechanic. Do you have enough money to get us adjoining rooms?"
"Yes sir, I got that covered."
"Okay, now for the rules! One, don't get there extra fast because we aren't right behind you. Two, Go straight to the Motel 6 off of Butler. Three, …"
"Dad hold on, someone is calling me." Dean looked at his phone is shock, nobody ever calls him. "Dad its Sammy, what the hell. Dad what do I do?"
"Pull over right now Dean. That's an order. Don't you answer that phone until you let me know you've pulled over."
"Yes sir," Dean quickly pulled over.
Bobby looked over at John wondering what the hell was going on. He shrugged trying to get an explanation. He was shocked when John whispered. "Sammy's calling Dean."
"Okay dad, I'm on the side of the interstate."
"Okay Dean, answer and then call me as soon as you hang up to let me know what's going on."
"Yes sir,"
Dean quickly answered the phone. "Sammy, where in the hell are you? Are you okay?"
"Slow down there Dean."
"You bastard where is Sam?"
"Patience Dean, my baby boy is still safe."
"You listen here you asshole, he's not yours." Dean barked into the phone.
"Big mistake little boy, show me some respect." Azazel declared and he hung up the phone.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled smashing the steering wheel. Now the dilemma, should he call back or wait for the call. What if he didn't call back? What was he supposed to tell his dad? Shit, him and his damn temper; he needed to control it for Sammy. Dean was relieved when the phone rang again and it was Sammy's number.
"Hello," Dean said cautiously.
"Temper tantrum over now Dean?"
Dean truly hated this but didn't want to risk not finding out about Sammy so he said, "Yes sir, is Sammy okay?" {I'm going to gank you and send your sorry ass back to hell you bastard.}
"Much better Dean, Sammy is sick and ruining my fun. I was going to keep him until tomorrow but it seems that he needs you and Daddy."
"What is he okay? How sick? Why didn't you call my Dad instead of me?" {He fucking better be okay.}
"Yes, he's okay. He's running a fever and a bit delirious. And because your daddy upset me last time I talked to him. Now do you want to know where your brother is?"
"Yes, please tell me. I need him." {You son of a bitch!}
"Dean, this was meant as a lesson to all of you. You need to keep a better eye on my Sammy. I'm allowing him to stay with you to keep him safe and he isn't safe if he isn't there now is he?"
"No sir. May I talk to him please?" {He isn't safe because you are a fucking demon! He isn't yours to allow anything you bastard.}
"Awww, you want to see if he's alive. How about I let you hear him instead?"
"No, please it's okay. Don't hurt him please don't hurt him." Dean begged but it was too late. Dean heard the distinct sound of a belt hitting bare skin and his little brother's yelp.
"Please stop it." Dean cried. {Son of a bitch! Sammy I'm sorry!}
"So, have you learned your lesson Dean? Are you going to keep a better eye on OUR little Sammy?" Another yelp heard in the background.
"Yes sir, I promise please stop! I'm begging you please Stop!" {I'm going to trap you inside that body and torture you, you mother fucker. You think what you're doing to Sam hurts; just you wait and see what I do to your ass and your kids' asses too.}
"Okay, now would you like to know where to find him?"
"Yes Please!" {I'm so sorry Sammy. I'm coming as fast as I can.}
"Call your daddy and Singer and tell them to ask Rufus where his place is in Arizona."
"Just tell me now you son of a bitch."
Dean couldn't help it. Sammy is sick and alone with fucking demons. He quickly regrets not controlling his temper when he hears Sammy's cries of pain from the belt.
"I'm sorry, please stop. I'm just worried. I didn't mean to be disrespectful. Stop please."
"Much better. That's the last of it. Call daddy and keep Sammy with you from now on! Don't lose him again or both you and Sammy will fell the sting of my belt! Understand?"
"Yes sir!"
Dean heard the phone hang up. He tried to stop the shaking hands and the flow of tears that keep coming. But it was useless. He looks up his dad's number and hits send.
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John was pacing back and forth in front of the "Everything Auto" repair shop. What the hell was taking Dean so long? Was Dean talking to Sam or Azazel? God this was killing him. He longed to hold his baby boy in his arms and see for him self that Sammy was okay.
"What the fuck is taking Dean so long to call me back? Why did he call Dean and not me?" John screamed. He didn't know if the 'he' who called was Sam or yellow eyes, but it didn't matter he should have been called.
"Calm down ya idjit, you're getting worked up and there is nothing you can do about it. Dean's a good kid and he loves Sammy. Trust him to do the right thing."
"You're right Bobby, thanks. It's just so fucking hard. I can't lose Sammy. I just can't!"
"You aren't losing either of them so calm the fuck down, NOW." Bobby yelled to get John's attention.
"Okay, I get it Singer. Calming down now its okay, I sure as hell need a coffee. "
"Me too come on lets go back inside."
John didn't argue. He let Bobby lead him into the car repair shop to get another coffee. They talked to the attendant and because of an emergency; they agreed to fix the truck now. Actually after John threatened their lives and Bobby calmed them back down, they agreed to do it for an extra $100. John didn't want to admit that he was scared shitless. What if it was Azazel and it was a trap then the yellow eyed son of a bitch would have both of his boys and he couldn't live with that. What if he wanted to teach Dean a lesson for losing Sammy? He was so worried and would be, until they were a back together as a family. When his phone finally did ring, John about jumped out of his skin. He and Bobby jumped up and ran outside to answer it.
"Dean? What the hell took so long? Is everything okay? Was It Sammy or Azazel? Where is he?"
"Whoa dad, calm down and let me talk. It was Azazel and the reason it took so long is I cussed him out and he hung up on me. I'm sorry sir."
"Dean, I cussed him out too. It's okay. Now, where is Sammy and why did they call today and not tomorrow is something wrong?"
"Sammy is sick. He said..
"Sick, what do you mean sick? What's wrong with him? Will he be okay?"
Bobby reached over and put a hand on John's shoulder and gently squeezed. It was such a simple gesture but it spoke volumes to John. He instantly calmed and let Dean talk. He looked over to Bobby and nodded. He was thankful for the "brother" that was put in their lives. God knows he's an asshole and didn't deserve a friend much less one as great as Singer.
"Sorry Dean, What happened?"
"Okay, he said his plan changed because Sam was sick and ruined his fun."
"How sick, did he say?"
"He said he had a fever and was delirious."
"Okay, where is he? Where is Sammy?"
"Azazel said for you or Bobby to call Rufus and ask him….."
"Rufus, what the fuck. Did Rufus know where Sammy was this whole time?"
John looked at Bobby and held his left hand up in the universal "Call" symbol, thumb by the ear and pinkie by the mouth. Bobby acknowledged that he understood and called Rufus.
"NO, dad listen!"
"Okay, go ahead."
"He said Rufus has a place in Arizona and to call him and ask him where it is. That is where Sammy is."
"Okay, we're on it I'll call you back."
"Dad I'm getting back on the road."
"No Dean, stay where you are!"
"Dad, I'm almost in Flagstaff and I need to get off the interstate."
"Alright, but you watch your driving. I swear I'll kick your ass if I find you are being reckless, do you understand?"
"Yes sir, I'll be careful."
"Dean when you get there, go check in to the motel 6 and sit your ass there and wait for us."
"No way dad, there is no telling how long it will take for you to get here and Sammy's sick."
"That is a direct order son! I know you think I'm being unfair but this could be a trap and I won't let Azazel have you both for even one day. Have I made myself clear?"
"This is such bullshit. I'm at least in Arizona. Dad come on he's been gone for 2 weeks and he's sick please dad please."
"I'm sorry Dean, I really am but my decision is final. I won't take the chance that this is a trap. I won't, so you sit your ass in that motel room and don't you move. Incase you didn't know, that is a direct order. Am I clear?"
"Yes sir, I got it. It's the biggest load of bullshit ever but I got it."
"You just bought yourself some one on one attention later. Don't push me on this son. Sammy's already missing. I won't lose you too."
"I get it dad but Sammy needs me. Please don't do this please!"
"I would love to let you have this one but I'm your father and there is a demon involved. You are 16 and can't handle Azazel and his 2 kids alone. I can't let you do this. I hope you understand one day. I promise you that if you go after Sam alone, my belt is going to wear you out once a week for a month. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME DEAN?"
"Yes sir, check into the motel room and sit with my thumb up my ass while Sam is sick and delirious, got it dad."
"Check the damn attitude while your at it son. You and I are already going to dance son, don't make it worse."
"This is so wrong dad but yes sir I got it."
John hung up and turned to see if Bobby got hold of Rufus yet. This nightmare was almost over and he couldn't wait until it was. He needed his boys back together and the whole family under one roof. {I'm sorry I'm such a screw up Mary. I'm not worth much without you! I do love our boys and I'm sorry I let you down.} He could hear Bobby's side of the conversation with Rufus.
"Rufus?"
"Yeah, who's asking?"
"This is Bobby Singer!"
"Bobby, how the hell are you? What's going on?"
"I'm good; I need to know where your place in Arizona is."
"How the hell do you even know I have a place in Arizona?"
"Well, a demon has John Winchester's youngest son held captive there."
"What? How the fuck? How do you know?"
"The demon's had Sammy for a few days and called us to tell us where to find him because the kid's sick. Please, we need to get Sammy he's been gone about two weeks."
"I thought you said he was only with the demon for a few days?"
"I did Sammy ran away and Azazel found him a few days ago."
"Okay, it's in Flagstaff south of I-40 near Coconino Community College-Lone Tree Campus. Take S. Lone Tree road to Connell drive. Park in the far east parking lot and hike east ¾ a mile and you're there. Bobby, is there anything I can do? If I was closer I'd come help but I'm in Michigan."
"Thanks for the offer Rufus but we got it. I promise he'll put everything back the way it was when he is better."
"I appreciate the offer Bobby but if it isn't bad don't worry about it. Obviously the kid is sick and all of you need time to deal with this shit. It isn't worth the extra trip to go all the way back from your place to clean. Give the kid an extra punishment at your place to cover it. Good luck!"
"Rufus, we owe you thanks man." Bobby hung up.
Mr. Winchester, your truck is ready to go. Bobby went to take care of the bill as John dialed Dean's number.
"Where is he dad?"
"Just keep heading to Flagstaff Dean, Sam is there."
"He's here? Where dad? Please just tell me. Come on dad I'm begging here please."
"Dean, we already discussed this and the reasons why. I will not risk you for Sam. These are demons we're dealing with kiddo. I'm sorry. Wait what do you mean he's here? Are you in Flagstaff already?"
"Dad, don't do this!" Dean avoided answering the last question on purpose.
"It's done don't bring it up again. We have the directions and the truck is done. Bobby and I are headed out and we will make good time. Sit tight and wait for us. It's almost over son."
"Yeah, and it could be over a lot faster if you would tell me where the fuck Sam is."
"I told you to stow the attitude. You just bought your self a longer dance with me. Look Dean, I know you think I don't get it but I do. I know you're going nuts just like me. But, I have a responsibility to be your dad as well as Sam's. I'm trying to protect you too. Your just going have to trust that I'm doing what I feel is best for our family. I'm not sorry that I feel the need to protect both of my sons."
"Okay dad, I get it. I really do but I don't like it. I'm sorry I was disrespectful but dammit I want Sammy back. I'll go get the rooms."
"Where are you now Dean?"
"About umm 45 minutes out sir." Dean held his breath knowing Dad would have a fit if he really knew.
"Dean Eric Winchester, I would have believed you if you had left out the sir now how much further until you get to Flagstaff?"
"About 25-30 minutes out sir."
"Damn it Dean, we talked about that. Didn't we?"
"Yes sir
"We will talk about this later too. Call me when you get our rooms. From the room phone not your cell."
"Yes sir. Please hurry!"
Dean of course had no intention of waiting for his dad and Uncle Bobby. His little brother was here in the same city as he was and he'd be damned if he was going to sit on this bed with his thumb up his ass. He was already in Flagstaff and checked in but he would wait for at least 30 some minutes before he called his dad. He was in enough trouble and would be in worse once he found out where Sam was and took off after him.
"Roadhouse"
"Miss Ellen, its Dean Winchester."
"Hello Dean what's up?"
"I'm bored dad won't let me go after Sam until he gets here and I wondered if I could get your permission to text Jo for a little while?"
"Sure thing kiddo, so do you know where Sammy is? How are you holding up?"
"Yes he is in Flagstaff, Arizona. I'm doing okay. Dad's truck broke down so he isn't here yet and he WON'T tell me where Sam is so I can go get him. Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to raise my voice. May I have Jo's number please?"
Dean thanked Miss Ellen and immediately texted Jo. He asked her if she knew where Rufus' cabin was or if she could get Rufus' number for him. She said she knew the directions. She and her mom stayed there once. Dean begged her to send him the directions and to please not tell anyone that she did. She agreed and told him to go and get Sam! Dean's phone beeped with the text of the directions.
"In Flagstaff, stay on I-40 until you see the exit for Coconino Community College. Go south on Lone Tree lane. Turn onto Connell Drive and park in the east parking lot. Hike ¾ of a mile and you're there."
"Thank you, I pray I didn't get you into any trouble. If I did, I'm so sorry and Sammy and I owe you big time." He sent a text back.
"I'll take this one for the team. I'd rather sport a sore backside than have Sam or you wait any longer. Just please be safe. Check for the demons and take a shit load of holy water with you, lots of salt rounds too. Please don't get hurt and make me feel guilty."
"I'll be fine until Dad gets hold of me. Thanks Jo."
Dean looked at his watch. It had been 40 minutes so it was time to call his dad and tell him the room numbers. Then once they hung up, he was rushing his ass towards the cabin and his baby brother.
"Hey dad," Dean murmured trying to sound despondent about sitting on his butt.
"Hey kiddo, so what are the room numbers?"
"They're 206 and 207. How much longer will it be until you get here?" Dean was trying to sound like he was going to stay put.
"We are about an hour and a half out. We should be there within the hour."
"Will you please reconsider telling me where to find Sam?"
"No my decision is final. We'll go get Sam when Bobby and I get there. You are not to go alone. Understand?"
"Yes sir." Dean answered hoping his ass would survive what his dad would do to it.
Dad and Dean hung up the phone. Bobby and John were in the truck headed to the Motel 6 in Flagstaff, Arizona. Dean was in the Impala as soon as they hung up the phone headed towards Coconino Community College and his baby brother.
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Sam was unaware of when the beating stopped. When he woke up he was at least covered up. He had no energy to do anything. He tried to roll over and was instantly reminded that he needed to stay on his tummy. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.