Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
The chapter is unbeta'ed. All mistakes are my own.
A/N: When I started this, I thought it would only be two chapters. Well, my muse decided to make a liar out of me. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 2
Dean crossed the state line. He was never so happy to see California. Now that he was in the state, he knew that he was just a few hours from Palo Alto. Now that he was in the state, he was more anxious about finding Sam. It has been too long since he last heard from him.
After driving another hour, Dean stopped at a gas station so that he could fill up the Impala. Leaning against the car, Dean's hip started vibrating. With a deep sigh, he didn't want to talk to his dad anymore. Not until he had Sam in the car.
When he looked at the screen, he almost dropped the phone. "SAM" Dean almost dropped the phone, trying to get it to his ear.
"Sammy," Dean said as soon as the phone touched his ear.
"Who is this?"
Dean's heart dropped in his chest. It wasn't his brother on the other side of that phone. And unless his balls didn't drop, there was no way that was Sam. It was a woman's voice.
"This is Dean," Dean said. "Who is this?"
"Jessica, I found this phone in my bag."
"Do you know Sam?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Jessica said. "I know him. We had a few classes together. Wait a minute; you said your name is Dean. As in big brother Dean."
"Yeah," Dean said. "That's me."
"Wow," Jessica said. "I've heard Sam talk about you a lot."
"Where is Sam?" Dean asked. "Why isn't he with his phone?"
"I guess you didn't hear," Jessica said.
"Hear what?"
"Sam was kicked out about two weeks ago."
The world stopped around Dean. It was like he couldn't hear anything; he couldn't see anything. If Sam wasn't in school, where was he? The need to find Sam amplified immensely.
"What was he kicked out for?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," Jessica answered. "I just know something happened. Sam got accused of it. And he had to leave. I didn't see him when he left, that's why I have his phone."
"Thanks," Dean said, hanging up the phone.
Now Dean was scared. He needed to find his brother. A small part of him was hurt that Sam didn't call him to let him know that he didn't have a place to stay. But Dean knew he had to worry about that later. Finding Sam was the priority.
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Sam walked down the street. He wanted to maintain a low profile. He was getting tired, so he sat at a bus stop. It was shaded, and he could rest his legs. Putting his duffel on his lap, he reached in a pulled out one of the bags of chips. He finished the carrots earlier that day. He also pulled out one of the energy bars. He wanted to keep up his stamina.
The sun was starting to go down. Sam hoped that he was closer to the shelter Rebecka told him about. Sleeping on a bed, even if it was a small cot, sounded wonderful. Sam never thought about the idea of sleeping flat would be something to yearn for.
A man walked over and sat by Sam at the stop.
"Hello," the man said.
"Hi," Sam replied.
"You heading somewhere?" the man asked.
"Not really," Sam said. "Just resting for a bit."
"My name is James," the man said, holding out his hand.
Sam looked at the hand but didn't respond. There was something about this person that didn't sit well with Sam.
"It's nice to meet you, James," Sam said, standing up. "I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day."
Sam walked away. He didn't even look back to see if the man was still watching. Now that he wasn't at school and he didn't have Dean to watch his back, Sam had to follow his gut. And his gut was telling him that this James wasn't someone that he needed to be around. He didn't get the same feeling he had when he was talking to Rebecka. Rebecka had a calmness about her. She had a protectiveness that reminded Sam of Dean. But this James was different. Just sitting next to James made Sam uncomfortable.
Sam didn't slow down until he got to the next block over. When he felt he had put enough distance between him and James, Sam slowed down. He looked down and realized that he rushed off the bench so fast that he didn't even close his bag. He knelt on the ground and checked his bag. He wanted to make sure he had everything and hope he didn't drop any of his food. Sam smiled, seeing that everything seemed to stay in his bag even though it was opened. Fixing his duffel up again, he pulled out the energy bar he was about to eat, closed everything up again, and set off towards the shelter.
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Even though Jessica told Dean that Sam was kicked out, he still wanted to be sure. The Impala drove around the campus of Stanford. He looked around, seeing the layout of the school. Once he got a feel of the school, he left the campus and searched for a place to stay.
Walking into a motel room, Dean unpacked his things looking for the proper items he would need when he went to the Administration building to get the information about his brother. Twenty minutes later, Dean walked out of his assigned room wearing a suit with a badge clipped to his belt. Getting into the Impala, Dean searched thought his cigar box of fake IDs finding the right one.
Dean pulled into the parking lot, finding a space that wouldn't be noticed. He walked towards the building and headed towards the main office.
Dean walked into the office, where he saw several people standing behind a large desk.
"How may I help you?" a woman asked when Dean stepped closer towards the desk.
"How are you doing today?" Dean asked, putting on his charm.
"I'm well, and you?" the woman asked.
"Good," Dean pulled out his badge. "My name is Agent Barnes. I've come to check on some information about a student that was here."
"Okay," the woman said. "Which student are you checking on? Maybe I can help."
"Well, I've learned that he isn't here anymore, but I was sent to find out what happened," Dean said.
"Okay," the woman said. "What is his name?"
"Samuel Winchester," Dean said.
The woman's fingers danced across the keyboard of her computer. She then looked intently at the screen.
"Okay, Samuel Winchester," she said, "Here it is. It says that Mr. Winchester was under suspicion of attacking a woman and putting three men in the hospital."
"He was accused, or he was just a suspect?"
"He was a suspect," the woman answered.
"And he was kicked out for just being a suspect?" Dean asked.
"No," the woman said. "He wasn't kicked out. It says here that he was put on administrative suspension pending the outcome."
Dean was at a loss at what he was hearing. From what Jessica said on the phone, he was kicked out. But now he's learning that Sam was only suspended.
"Just a few more questions," Dean said.
"Of course," the woman said.
"He lived here on campus. Was he kicked out of his dorm?"
The woman typed on her keyboard again.
"Uh, no," the woman said. "He wasn't kicked out. But it seems that after this whole mess started and he was accused, he ran."
"Thank you for your time," Dean said. "I really appreciate your candor."
"Anytime," the woman said. "How can I help you?" speaking to the next person in line.
Dean walked out of the office. His head was spinning. What was going on? Dean turned around and went back to the woman that helped him.
"I'm sorry," Dean said, sliding next to the person that took his spot after he left.
"Yes, Agent Barnes," the woman said.
"One final question," Dean said. "Can you tell me where the dormitory is, and which one was Samuel's?"
"Give me a second," the woman said.
Dean looked at the person he butted into. "Forgive me; I'll just be a second."
"No problem, friend." The boy said.
"Here it is?" the woman said. "He's in Jasper Hall. It's on the other side of the campus. And his room number is 364."
"Thank you so much," Dean said. "Again, I'm sorry for butting in."
Dean walked out of the office and saw there was a layout of all the buildings. He saw where Jasper Hall was and made a mental note of what was around it. He left the building heading towards Baby. He needed to get more answers.
On his trek to his car, a guy ran up to catch Dean.
"Hey. Hey," a guy called out. "Agent."
Dean stopped and turned, seeing a guy running towards him.
"Yeah," Dean said.
"I heard you were looking for Sam. I'm Brady. Sam was my roommate."
Brady held out his hand. Dean held out his and shook the guy's hand.
"How can I help you, Brady?" Dean asked.
"I think the true question is, how can I help you," Brady countered.
"Okay," Dean said. "What do you have?"
"Not here," Brady said. "Let's go someplace more private."
"Well," Dean said. "Come on. We'll go to your dorm."
"No," Brady said. "Off-campus. There's a diner down the street a ways. It's further than most people will walk to, so we won't have the chance of being overheard."
Dean nodded at the two of them walked to the car.
"Get in," Dean said.
"Wow! This is your car?" Brady asked. "I like it."
Dean smirked as he got into the car. Brady got into the passenger's side, and they left the lot.
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Sam saw a sign on the corner of the next block, showing the entrance to a shelter. A smile graced the young Winchester's lips as he finally made it to the shelter. He just hopes it was a nice place where he could sleep.
The place was the size of a huge church. There was a sign on the side of the building showing the entrance to the place. Sam walked in, and the first thing he noticed was the smell of food.
Sam walked in slowly, hoping to see someone that worked here that could help him. A woman was standing on the other side of the door with a clipboard in her hand.
"Excuse me," Sam said.
The woman turned around, and Sam got a pleasant surprise.
"Rebecka," Sam said.
"Well, hello," Rebecka said. "I'm glad that you found the place. Come on in."
Rebecka held out her arm, inviting Sam to enter the room.
"I thought you didn't come here," Sam said, following Rebecka.
"How do you think I knew about it," Rebecka said, smiling. "Listen, you got here at a good time. They will be serving dinner in a bit. I'll search for a bed for you."
"Thank you so much," Sam said. "I wish I could repay you for everything you've done for me."
"Like I said," Rebecka said. "Don't worry about it. It's fine. I'm just glad that you made it."
Sam and Rebecka walked through several rooms till they got to what Rebecka called the cafeteria. The room was huge. There was a food line where there were different foods to choose from.
"I know you're hungry," Rebecka said. "I know what I got you earlier is long gone. Go eat. I'll get you when I find you a bed."
Sam watched Rebecka walk out of the room. It felt nice in here. It wasn't too warm; it was comfortable. Sam pulled the hood off his head and made his way to the beginning of the food line.
Looking at all the food, made Sam's stomach growl. He grabbed a plate and walked down the line getting a little bit of everything. Once his plate was full, and he got something to drink, Sam walked over to a deserted table and sat down. Training set in his blood. Sam knew never to sit somewhere where his back was exposed. Where Sam was sitting, he could see where someone could enter or leave.
Sam put his duffel between his knees and dug into his dinner. It felt nice to have a warm meal. He was so hungry that it didn't care if it was good or not. It was food, and it would fill him up, so he didn't go to sleep with hunger pains. For the first time in a long time, Sam felt that maybe this was exactly what he needed to recharge.
Rebecka finished finding a place for Sam. She was headed back to the cafeteria when she was stopped by someone entering the building.
"Hello," Rebecka said. "How are you?"
"I'm okay," the man said. "I haven't eaten all day, and I saw the sign."
"Of course. Of course," Rebecka held out her hand to escort the man further into the building. "What is your name?"
"My name is James," the man said.
"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, James," Rebecka said. "Let's go to the cafeteria and get you something warm to eat."
"That sounds great," James said, smiling.
James followed Rebecka into the cafeteria.
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Dean parked by an all-night café. Dean and Brady were sitting by the window. They've already placed their orders. The waitress came by with their drinks; now, they were waiting for their food.
"Okay," Dean said. "What was it you didn't want to say on campus?"
"Sam was set up," Brady said.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"Look," Brady said, leaning closer towards Dean. "While you're at the school, you're going to hear all kinds of things about Sam that aren't true."
"Well, let's start with what he was accused of," Dean said.
"He was accused of rape and kidnapping."
TBC
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Mandancie