You know what's funny? Is that everyone who reviewed last chapter was like "Oh poor Sammy" not one seemed to care about John. It's okay, because I don't really like John anyway, but still its funny because he's the one getting beat up. Also I apologize this chapter is so short. Next one will be longer I promise.

Chapter 24

Dammit! What the hell am I gonna do now? I have no way of finding them and if I don't find them quick Sam's gonna kill dad. I needed to find a way to find them. But I didn't know how. I mean we were in the middle of freaking nowhere. I got in the car and just started driving when it hit me that I could call Bobby. Hemightnowsomething. I pulled out my cell and dialed.

"Bobby, its Dean," I said when he picked up.

"Dean? Everything alright?"

"No. Sam and Dad are missing."

"Missing? How'd that happen?"

"Sam must've teleported them somewhere when I wasn't looking. Look, I need to know if you have any ideas on how to find them."

"Why would Sam do that? That makes no sense."

I groaned, "Short version? I think Sam's sick. He's also very pissed at my dad about a bunch of things. And I'm afraid that if I don't find them soon, Sam'll kill him."

"Alright, let me do some digging. I should have an answer for you among these books. Where are you?"

"In the middle of nowhere!"

"Okay, calm down. Let me do some digging and I'll call you back."

"Okay, please hurry, Bobby."

I said and hung up the phone throwing onto the passenger seat. I had no idea where I was going I just kept driving. I drove into town and ended up at a bar. I figured I'd wait here until Bobby called back instead of driving around aimlessly. I entered the bar and sat down on one of the stools.

"What can I getcha?"

I looked up to see a very attractive looking, busty, bartender smiling at me. "Whatever beer you have on tap," I said.

She smiled and poured me a drink, "Oh, honey you look like you've had a rough day. What's on your mind?"

"Maybe nothing, maybe everything," I smiled at her.

"Ooh, a mystery man, I like it. The name's Starla."

"Dean."

"Say, Dean, whaddya say we get outta here? You know, I can definitely take your mind off your problems."

"Ooh, I'd love to Starla, but I can't."

"What's the matter? Don't tell me you're not interested because I can so tell you are."

"Sorry, hon, but I already gotta man."

I smiled. Starla looked at me shocked and spluttered just as my cell rang. I picked it up immediately and started walking outside.

"Bobby, tell me you got something."

"Yeah, I found this spell."

"A spell, Bobby?"

"Shuddup, idjit and listen. So it's a fairly easy spell. It's used to help locate lovers. All you do is say the incantation and then an image of your lover will be shown in your mind. Now, I'm not sure if this'll work on Sam, but it's worth a shot."

"Right, so what's the incantation?"

"Amor est amor cecus, ostende quod me invenit. It means: Love is true, love is blind, show me what my eyes can't find."

"Great, so all I have to do is say this incantation?"

"Yeah, the spell says you need to say it three times."

"Thanks, Bobby."

I hung up the phone, and said the incantation three times. Suddenly I saw Sam and my dad. They were in some neck of the woods. I drove as fast as I could until I came to a wooded area. I put the car and park and scrambled out of the car. I ran into the woods.

"Sammy! Dad!"

I heard nothing but continued to run to the spot I saw Sam in in my vision. I ran until I found them and I stopped short. Both Sam and dad were on the ground seemingly unconscious. I ran up to them. Sam seemed to be okay except for the fact that his skin was boiling. I mean it was really hot and he looked like he was having trouble breathing. I turned to look at Dad. He looked like he was beat six ways from Sunday. He also wasn't breathing. I walked over to him and touched his neck. I gasped at the lack of pulse. I turned him over and felt his heart which wasn't beating. I shook my head. I was too late. Sam killed my dad.

I heard Sam moaning and I crawled over to him.

"Sam?"

"D'n?"

"Hey, open your eyes for me, baby."

I saw him scrunch his eyes and then open them and blink trying to focus. He sat up looking around seemingly confused.

"Dean? Where are we?"

"You mean you don't know where you are?"

Sam shook his head, "Nuh-uh. Where's your dad? What happened?"

"Whoa, Sam, calm down. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Meg and Tom coming after me. I remember seeing them throw you against a pole or something. After that, nothing.

Terrific. Sam doesn't remember anything. "Sam, do you feel okay?"

Again Sam shook his head, "No, I feel really, really hot. Why what's wrong with me?

"Babe, I think you're sick. Which is probably why you don't remember anything."

Just then Sam noticed dad. "Dean, is he…?"

I nodded, "Yeah, Sammy, dad's dead."

Sam covered his mouth with his hand and then looked at me, "Did I…?"

I wanted to lie and say no, but Sam needed to know the truth and he looked like he wanted to know the truth. I sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, you did."

"Oh my gosh! Dean, I am so sorry."

"Babe, it's okay, you didn't know what you were doing. But I gotta burn his body."

With Sam's help I got the stuff out of the car and he helped me burn my father's body. I was okay. I mean I wasn't completely sad that Dad was gone, but there was a part of me that was. Sam and I headed to the car and we decided to head for Bobby's.

"Why did I do it?" Sam asked after a while.

I shrugged, "I don't know. I mean I remember we had stopped to eat and you were angry. You were so upset that you left the diner. I walked outside to talk to you and figure out why you were so angry. You told me that you were angry because of the demons and that you felt like dad was trying to get rid of you. I tried reassuring you and then I leant to kiss you and the next thing I knew, I was being thrown into a car and knocked out again."

"I threw you?"

I nodded, "Yeah. When I came too, you were literally throwing Dad up in the air and back down again. I tried to get you to stop, and that's when I felt your skin. You were burning hot and it seemed like your demonic half took over."

"Dean, I don't feel so hot."

"I know kiddo," I said turning to look at him. All of a sudden he slumped forward.

"Sam? Sam!" I cried reaching out to shake him.

I felt his neck. He was alive but his pulse was faint. My guess was that he needed to feed. I never encountered a sick demon before. I pulled the car over once I was given the opportunity. Gently I pulled Sam out of the passenger seat and laid him on the backseat. I crawled in after him and began to feed him my blood. When after a few minutes and nothing happened, I began to worry. I decided that Bobby would know what to do. I covered Sam with my jacket and got back behind the wheel and continued driving to Bobby's.

TBC...