Waterfall

Author: 7sTar

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam, Dean and other characters you recognize. I write this just for fun. Please don't sue me.

Chap2 Lose Touch

It took John Winchester nearly two hours to get back from Columbia River Gorge to his motel. He took a glance at his watch after he shut the door behind his back; it was 6:50 am. "Sam and Dean should have been on their way." The idea ran into his mind, he could not speak clearly why he wanted them so much, there's nothing happened yet. The father figured that he was too tired so as to his mind went rambling.

John Winchester took a long breath walked over to the middle of the room, chucked away his large pack on the table, put off his jacket on the chair, kicked off his boots on the floor then threw himself on the soft bed. Rubbing his sore eyes John considered a hot shower would do him damn good. A slight ringing from his cell phone interrupted his thoughts, which prompted him a new message coming. He flipped open the cell phone, thumbed through the menu, saw the text message Dean sent him. It said they've set off and would arrive at no later than 9:00pm.

Finally, the father felt totally eased off. The desire for seeing his sons emitted from the bottom of his heart, becoming stronger and stronger. He licked his dry lips, decided to send a text mail back to tell them his exact location. To his surprise, it failed to transfer and remained the state after he tried several times. Then he dialed Dean's number, also failed to connect. John figured his phone was affected with damp as a result of his long staying by the waterfall, further resulting in the malfunctions. He decided to take a hot shower and a delicious breakfast then a good sleep before his cell phone came back to work.

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Dean dialed his father's number for the fifteenth time of the latest two hours, the fiftieth time of the day, waiting for his well-known voice mail beeping out. But still no any signals. The message, that seemed had been there for years, didn't rush into Dean's ear. John Winchester's cell phone was not able to be connected; it's weird because he used a satellite one. "Fuck!" Dean yelled out, heavily flapped down his cell phone. He had sent twenty text messages to his father and he wouldn't send any more.

Sam, who was sitting in the driver's seat, took a quick glance at his irritated but nothing-to-say brother, stopped the car suddenly. The sudden jolt plunged himself forward, made Dean lost his balance and bounced out frompassenger seat to the front window.

"What the hell are you doing?" The elder Winchester shouted out, his arms blocked in front of himself from bumping into the window, his eyes goggled at his brother, "Slam the brakes at 140mph?"

"See, I'm sorry," Sam gasped looking at his brother sharply, "But we need to talk."

"About what?" Posited himself to sit tight and comfort on his seat again, Dean frowned at the young driver sneering, "Tell me you won't kill me?"

Felt the impatience in his brother's voice, the younger boy bent his head, started to bite his bottom lips, his hands nervously moved back and forth around the steering wheel, his Adam's apple was squirming, he wanna vent but he said nothing. He was an edge of angry himself, but he knew a conversation between two men both on fire would go nothing he wanted but nuts.

The awkward silence remained several seconds but seemed a thousand years long for the two brothers. Gulped, still not looking at his brother, Sam broke the silence, "About dad."

"Dad's in trouble." Dean sighed, took back his eyes from his brother. For a moment, he wanna wrapped his arms around the other boy's lean body, "I hurt him, he's so pissed off and helpless." But several minutes later, Dean became Dean again, the one looked always strong, authority and responsible. Chronically, Dean licked his lips looking at his brother again, "I can't contact him, even have no idea whether he received my messages." He said anxiously.

"Hem," Sam snorted, jerked his head up to gaze in Dean's deep hazel eyes, "Missing again? His old game!"

"Don't talk him like that!" Meeting the blue green eyes, Dean saw the fire in them. He knew Sam had been nervous all the way, his brother wanna find their dad but a little confused to face him. Was Sam the one to blame? Dean couldn't let him blame his brother, first thing was to start off and get to Columbia River Gorge as soon as they could. Cleared his throat, Dean said, "He's in trouble so he called us, now we lose touch with him, it means he's in great trouble. Right?"

"But how can we find him?" Sam finally yelled out, stared deadly at the elder boy, his face turned red because of the exciting, "If he really wanna us find him, why didn't he tell you exactly where he was?"

"You think dad's playing with us, Sammy?" Asked Dean gruffly.

No reply. Sam tilted his eyes at the other side; darkness devoured the outside as sadness devouring his heart. Yeah, sadness, and disappointment, maybe somewhat loneliness. Did Dean once feel like this? How could he live with it? Several minutes later, he turned his eyes back to his brother, "I'm sorry."

Dean leaned over to his brother, their noses almost touched. He said word by word, "I know you are worrying about him as well. Now start the engine and drive as quickly as you can!"

"I'll kill you if we can't find dad." Sam adjusted his position, started the engine again.

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When John Winchester opened his eyes again it was 4:00pm. His second act was reaching out to flip open his cell phone to check if there's new message.

But nothing new. He tried again to send Dean a message but failed and still failed as he called his children. It was weird because the signal on the cell phone revealed the network was in gear and his phone on work. John figured he'd better borrow a phone so he rapidly got up, put on his clothes and boots then left his room.

The noise in the checking room and the removing alarm whistle outside gained John' s attention. He walked over to the counter, asked with a deep frown, "Mrs. Robinson, what's happened?"

"Terrible!" The middle aged woman said, kept shaking her head,"Eight young people, you know, lived in my motel, were dead an hour ago." Without a pause, she continued, "Waterfalls again! Columbia River has become Death River. Mr. Winchester, I warn you, don't go to the falls again. They're beautiful but they are dangerous!"

"Mrs. Robinson, can you tell me where the children died?"

"You're crazy, Mr. Winchester, I warned you just now."

"I just wanna avoid this place."

"Oh, my God, Columbia River Gorge area became a terrible place since the first death in Toketee Falls a month ago." The woman started to gesture cross in front of her chest.

"They were all bit to death by unknown creature?"

"How terrible!" Mrs. Robinson shouted, "But they found noting beneath the falls! Mr. Winchester, you'd better pick another place to investigate."

"Thank you, Mrs. Robinson." John smirked at the woman then turned back to his room. He checked his tools, decided to search the fall and pool again. Gazing his divingde for a while, John thought he must take the risk, it's the first time the unknown creature appeared since his arrival and he wondered if the creature had something to do with the thing he'd been chasing. Before he left, he wrote something on a piece of paper, hoping Sam and Dean would see it.