Chapter Two
Sam's eyes snapped open to bars of glistening sunlight, streaming in from the motel window. His back ached from the painstakingly solid floor, which his body, drenched with sweat, was spread upon. Scanning the small room, his eyes fell upon his cellphone sitting idly on the nightstand... turned off. "Oh hell! I fell asleep, they could have called!"
As in his dream, Sam had been staying up as late as he could for weeks,
waiting for the Leander Texas police department to call with news about his missing brother. His fears taunted him in his dreams, which were plagued with death...
Sam panted deeply as he concentrated on the phone; waiting, hoping for the sacred call. "Ah!" He jumped backwards in surprise as the phone began to vibrate and ring. Quickly, he grasped for the phone and flipped it open, "Did you find him!" He spoke anxiously, but to a big dismay it wasn't the Leander Texas police.
"Um... Hi, Sam." A familiar voice spoke.
"Cassie?"
"What's wrong, Sam, who's missing?"
Sam paused before answering her question, "...Dean."
"Oh my gosh." Cassie said, frozen with a sudden jolt of fear.
"Sam, have you notified the police?"
"Yeah. I'm waiting for the Leander Texas Police Department to call,
which seems to be unlikely at this point." He sighed, "I'd probably be better just finding him on my own."
"Hold on, then. I'm not far from Texas, I'll come help you look."
"No, Cassie, I don't want to drag you into this... and anyway, why are you calling my cellphone?"
"Because Dean didn't answer his, I guess now I know why... and I have something to talk about with Dean..." There was a bit of a pause, and then she continued. "Look Sam, Dean is my friend and I'm coming to you.
Where are you staying?"
Sam sighed, finally giving in. "The AmericInn. I know, cheesy name,
right? But, its the only motel here, so it shouldn't be too hard to find." Without waiting for a reply from Cassie, Sam pushed the End button on his cellphone. He was too tired to be with someone right now,
especially someone like Dean's ex girlfriend, who would be crying the whole time... Sitting on the lumpy hotel mattress, he stared directly at the wall, yet, he wasn't seeing the wall... he was seeing what happened on the night before Dean went missing, 3 weeks earlier...
"Dean, we JUST got to the motel, and you already want to go out to the local bar and play pool?"
"Really Sam... how do you think we make a living? Good looks? Well,
not that I couldn't make a living that way... you, on the other hand.."
Dean flashed a grin, as Sam rolled his eyes and continued unpacking.
"Don't you want to help me research the case about the-"
"Look Sam... you research for awhile on your laptop... I'll go out,
play pool, and bring back the money to pay for this motel, alright?"
Not being the type of person to argue, Sam decided not to reply with words, but to instead show his answer by sighing, and taking out his laptop.
"Thata guy! Seeya later." Dean flashed another one of his grins, as he walked out the door, slamming it behind him...
Sam fell back on the motel mattress, and started to sob. It was the first time he had had a breakdown since Dean went missing. "Oh my god.
Why didn't I make him stay?"