Hey Ya'll! Another chapter up! I'm sorry to say but this one is shorter than the last two chapter's but I just couldn't get past the writers block for this chapter. Maybe later I might go back and rewrite it cause I don't really like it. Thanks for reading!
Dean startled awake at the sound of harsh banging, his hand whipping around with his knife prepared to defend against an attack. Eyes darting around the room without sensing a threat, he lowered his arm only to raise it back up with another knock on the door.
"Dean you idjit open up!" Bobby yelled. Sighing Dean rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. 8:30, not that bad a time to wake up. He looked at Sam's bed, his heart dropping as he remembered that Sam was gone. "Open the damn door Dean!"
"Okay, okay, give me a second." he shuffled to the door yawning and stretching. He had barely unlocked the door before hurricane Bobby entered the room, throwing him against the wall. "Good morning to you too Bobby." he grumbled as he closed the door, being careful not to disturb the salt lines. "Good god man!" Dean jumped as Bobby's hands roughly felt the back of his head. "Warn a guy next time would you?"
"No head injuries." he mumbled to himself before turning away and examining the rest of the room.
"Want to tell me what that was about?" Sitting down he watched as the older hunter searched the room, throwing things out of bags and rifling through drawers.
"I'm searching for the reason you weren't answering me for the last two weeks, and since you don't have anything on your noggin, it means you weren't injured." kneeling between the beds Bobby ran his arms under them, scowling when all that produced was a cloud of dust.
"And you're going through all our stuff why?"
"Lookin' for hex bags." With minimal cursing the older hunter moved into the bathroom, "Would you get off your lazy ass and check the kitchen." Standing up with a small smile, Dean started on the kitchen cabinets.
Five minutes later their search turned up nothing, and with the salt lines remaining undisturbed since Dean had poured them two weeks ago, they could officially rule out Sam being taken by anything supernatural, and after hearing what Dean remembers from the last two weeks, a human was definitely the cause for Sam's disappearance.
"So the question is boy, who the hell did you piss off this time?" Bobby grumbled as he plopped down into his chair, his eyes glaring holes into the younger hunters forehead.
"Why are you blaming me? Sam's the one who was taken!" Dean argued with folded arms. Bobby raised an eyebrow and continued his glare. "Fine point made. No, I don't remember ticking anyone off recently."
"Well you had to have done something, people don't usually kidnap people without a reason." Bobby watched as Dean's head rolled down to rest his chin on his chest. "Have you had your coffee yet boy?"
"No, I had a crazy old man banging on my door to wake me up." He rubbed a hand down his face as he looked up. "I'm telling you Bobby I don't know anyone in this town. Maybe it was just a coincidence?" Bobby mulled the suggestion over. Dean knew he was grasping at straws but he was pretty much out of ideas.
"You starting to believe in coincidence boy?" the older hunter raised his eyebrow at him. Dean shook his head. Coincidences and Winchesters don't mix, especially with his trouble magnet of a little brother. "You start on some coffee to get your mind working right. I'm gonna check around one more time."
"You really think you'll find something the third time?" Bobby's glare wouldn't have been more effective with lasers. "Right. Coffee." He stood up and made his way over to the machine. Grabbing a cup and filling it with water, Dean turned to pour it in the machine when Bobby popped up from the other side of the bed, yelling his name, causing the younger hunter to falter and spill some water down his front, soaking the shirt. "Dammit Bobby. What?" He crossed the room to see what caught the older hunter's attention, taking his shirt off as he went.
Bobby was kneeling next to the bed rubbing his fingers on the carpet before lifting them up and taking a sniff. "Someone spilt chloroform on the carpet here." Dean reached out a hand to try and smell the substance too, just to make sure Bobby had his drugs right, only to have the man grasp his wrist and pull it closer to study it. "Where'd you get those?"
"Get what?" Bobby shoved his arm Dean's face where he could make out quite a few dots that he knew weren't there earlier. "What the hell?"
"Looks like someone's been here. A few times at least." Dean was still staring at his arms. He recognized the dots as injection wounds, yet he wondered how someone managed to give him so many without him waking up. Surely the person messed up at some point? A fuzzy memory shoved itself to the front of his mind. He was yelling and the outline of a person came into view. He saw the glint of a needle before it was pushed into his arm. He heard another voice but couldn't make it out. Dean struggled to make the memory focus but only succeeded in giving himself a headache. He groaned as he leaned against the bed hiding his face in his hands. Bobby looked at him with concern. "Dean?"
"I remember someone here but it's real blurry Bobby. I can't make out who it was and I don't know if Sam was there either." Slowly looking up he searched Bobby's face for an answer, but all he found was sorrow and a small amount of pity. "I've spent my whole life trying to make sure the kids safe yet when he gets himself into shit, I'm sleeping for two damn weeks!" Dean's voice was soft, his confession wasn't made to be heard but Bobby did hear. The older hunter placed a hand on the back of his 'basically-mine' son's neck as he let him collect his thoughts.
"Dean you can't blame yourself for this, you were drugged! You didn't have much choice but to sleep. But for right now, we gotta find your brother." Dean looked up into Bobby's eyes. The older hunter felt his pain, he knew he wasn't the only one suffering from Sam's absence. He gave a small smile before standing and moving back to the kitchen to finish prepping the coffee. Looking out the window over the sink he whispered, "I'm coming Sammy."
Sighing Dean pulled into Millie's driveway. After coffee and breakfast, he had spent the whole day searching for Sammy in some of the more unlikely places like the bar, or some of the smaller stores in the small town, before rechecking the places he'd searched yesterday. Bobby had gone to the hospital and did some research on the town, double checking that this was definitely not something supernatural. Dean had called Bobby to inform the older man that he was checking with Millie before heading back to the motel.
The house was kinda cozy, white brick two story with a small garden. A picture of perfect, one that he would never experience, but he still longed for it. Maybe if he was living this normal life he wouldn't be freaking out over a missing little brother, instead maybe they would be talking on the phone, Sam still in college and him with a girl and nursing a beer. He gave a half hearten chuckle as he got out of the Impala. He had just started towards the front door when muffled screams cut through his thoughts.
Turning instead to the back of the house he slipped his gun out of his waistband, an action that like instinct to him at this point. Quickly and silently he ducked under a window and made his way to the back door. Trying to keep as much of him out of sight as he could, Dean peeked through the back door window, slowly turning the knob. Once he deemed there was no immediate threat he opened the door and entered with his gun first. Another muffled scream filled the air but Dean felt it was definitely closer. Taking another step he tensed as the floorboards beneath his feet groaned.
"Millie?" he whisper-yelled. He heard muffled movement from somewhere below him. "Millie?" He tried again as he moved further into the kitchen. It was small but open, the white surfaces looked clean except for one counter which had food spread out as if waiting to be prepared into a meal.
Hearing footsteps Dean spun around, gun raised.
"Dean, what are y-" Millie froze, as one tends to do when they find themself face to face with a barrel of a gun unexpectedly. "Why do you have a gun?"
"I- uh," Awkwardly he stuffed his gun back in his waistband, his mind blank for any believable excuses. "I heard screaming, are you alright?"
"It was the heater downstairs, burnt my arm on accident." noticing Dean's concerned look she added "I'm fine." Millie smiled and patted his cheek as she passed heading to the kitchen counter with the food. "Care to stay for dinner? I'm making pasta."
"I wasn't planning on staying that long,"
"Oh I know, but you look like you could use a good meal. You won't be of any use to find Sam if you pass out on your feet." Taking Dean's arm she guided him to the island and gave him a small pat on the cheek before moving to the counter to continue making dinner.
She spoke over her shoulder while adding some salt to the almost boiling pot of water. She had some sausage cooking in a pan next to her. The smell of home cooked food brightened Dean's spirits, his stomach begging for it since he forgot to eat for most of the day. "So I'm guessing you haven't had any luck finding Sam." Dean's spirits were plunged back into the hole they'd been stuffed in since he'd woken up yesterday.
"No we haven't. It's not like him to disappear." He took his phone out and set it on the counter next to him, willing for it to ring with Sam's voice telling him he got lost on the way to get burgers and was in Las Vegas and needed to be picked up. The phone remained stubbornly silent.
"Well I'm sorry to hear that."She added the noodles to the water then turned around and leaned over the counter, her face merely inches away from Dean. "What did the police say?" Oh yeah, normal people go to the police.
"I haven't gone to them yet." He decided to go with the truth, just in case Millie planned to take any information to them. "Uh, my brother and I got on the wrong side of them a few months back, we aren't supposed to cause any trouble." Smirking he met her gaze. Her eyes were beautiful, like blue pearls.
"You seem like you'd be a lot of trouble." Her attention turned back to the pasta.
"No I'm an angel. It's Sammy they have to watch out for." She turned to him with an eyebrow raised.
"Well then, Mr. Perfect, why don't you go wash your hands and then we'll eat."
"Yes mam." Dean started down the hall and passed the door to the basement. On his way back he remembered her heater problem.
"Hey Millie, after dinner want me to check out your heater? I'm a bit of a mechanic." Millie was setting glasses on the table when he walked in, but he must have startled her cause she dropped them. "Oh shit! Sorry!"
"Don't sneak up on a girl like that!" Millie snapped. They both cleaned up the broken shards of glass.
"I didn't mean too, real sorry about the glasses."
"No, you just startled me." After replacing the glasses and filling them with water she addressed Dean's earlier statement. "Yeah you could check it out. Can't be any worse than I am."
Dinner passed by quickly, they filled the time talking about Millie and the town and when the conversation turned towards Dean he answered vaguely, explaining that he and Sam had been on a road trip before he disappeared.
"Need help with the dishes?" Dean asked while helping to clear off the table.
"Nah, why don't you go start on the heater. I'll be down in a sec." She smiled and took the plate he was holding.
"Sure thing." Dean matched her smile. He started to turn towards the basement when the world decided it was going to do a 360 without telling him, leaving him leaning heavily on the wall.
"Dean you alright?"
"Yeah, I think I just stood up too fast or something." head clear, he opened the basement door, the smile that had previously graced his lips gone.
Chained to the wall of the basement just visible from the top of the stairs, was his shaggy haired little brother. "Sam." he breathed before tearing down the stairs. Reaching his brother he dropped to his knees and cupped Sam's chin in his hands.
Hearing footsteps at the top of the stairs Dean whirled on Millie, but the dizziness was back and had him falling to the floor, the world slowly being taken over by black dots.
"Oh guess the secret's out," she cooed leaning over him running a nail along his jaw. "Don't worry baby, it'll all make sense soon." Dean rolled his head and locked his eyes on his brother as the world faded into nothingness.
Blood for ink- Thank you! I loved reading your reviews, they gave me a good laugh!
OK ya'll I wanted to try and update weekly but while looking over my plans I realized I skipped the chapter explaining what happened during the two weeks! (GAHH!) so I have to write it completely from scratch :( Hopefully I can get it up soon though, and I'm going to try and make it closer to the length of the first two chapters.
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