SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS
Mystery: Wait and see.
DISCLAIMER
Supernatural and the resurrection plot belong to the WB. I only own anything you don't recognize. They never said what kind of a car John Winchester drove in the series, so in this fic, he drives a pickup. And Geography's not really my thing, but let's just say Sam and Dean are like halfway to Santa Cruz.
Meanwhile, in Lawrence, Kansas, John Winchester had just returned from his own hunt. He parked his pickup and pulled his cell phone out of the glove compartment. The phone gave out a shrill beep, indicating that he had received a call. John activated his voice message.
"Dad, it's Dean. There's somethin' wrong with Sam. I don't know what," he heard his oldest son's voice say. John's brow furrowed. What had happened? "I was asleep and all of a sudden I heard him cry out in pain. He won't tell me what's goin' on. He just said that he was in trouble. And...I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help him," the man continued, his voice breaking. In the background, John heard a groan. "Dad, it's gettin' worse. Please...if you can...pick up," Dean pleaded. John immediately threw his truck into gear and dialed his son's number. He had to know if Sam was all right. He had to make sure it wasn't what he thought it was.
"Hello?" a voice barked. John winced at the tightness in his son's voice.
"Dean?" he queried.
"Dad! Thank God!" Dean cried in relief.
"How's Sam? Is he all right?" John asked.
"He's still screamin'. It's like it's increasing the further we go," Dean replied.
"Dean, where are you right now?" John questioned. Dean gave him the coordinates.
"Dean, don't go any further! Stop at the nearest hotel!" John cried.
"What? Why?" Dean wondered.
"Don't ask questions! Just do it!" John barked.
"Okay," Dean said in surprise.
"I'll see you as soon as I can," John stated. Then, he hung up. He had to go to Missouri's and get some supplies. The man turned his automobile in the direction of his friend's house. Back at his location, Dean saw a sign advertising a hotel and he turned towards it. He couldn't get his dad's voice out of his head. Even through the yelling, he could hear the fear in the man's voice. And it had something to do with Sam. He was afraid for Sam. But why? What did his father know? Dean parked the Impala and cut the engine. Then, he grabbed his brother and dragged him into the lobbey.
"My word! Is he all right?" the receptionist gasped.
"Bad burger. He'll be fine," Dean replied. "But, uh...could we get a room?" he continued.
"Of course," the woman responded. She handed him a key and Dean hurried his brother down the hall. Once inside the room, Dean placed his brother on the bed.
"Sammy, I don't know what to do, man. I don't know how to help you," he confessed. Aw, man. I hope Dad gets here soon, he thought. He ran his fingers through his hair. He wished he knew what to do. Panting shakily, the older Winchester brother sank to the ground.