Consequences
By: chocolate rules
Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB!
Chapter Four: No Way Around It
"Holy Shit!" Sam said to that realization. His eyes went wild looking around for any signs of his charging farther.
"Yeah, forgot that little factor, did we? Now, would you rather spend the night here, drunk, or risk going with your friends here. Cause, if you come with me, you're caught." Sam slowly nodded.
"I…I think that my…my step dad might be able…able to come." the fifteen year old said real softly.
"Oh, Hey! That's an idea, Carl." the other girl said, smiling as if she'd thought of it.
"Call him, Em." the boy said to the young girl. She looked around at all of them.
"I don't have a phone." she stated almost to herself.
"Here, take mine." the boy said. When she opened it, it gave the 'no signal' tone that we are all so frustrated to hear. She sadly handed the cell back to the boy, who looked at it with disgust and concern as he pocketed it.
"Fine," Dean said, reaching into his own pocket. He handed the girl his own phone. She smiled softly as she began to dial. Just before she was about to press send, the phone rang.
The girl jumped, causing the phone to go flying a little off her hands. Dean quickly caught it in the air. He gave a look towards the phone and read 'Dad' on it. He looked up to Sam, who was staring at the contraption with hatred and fear. He glanced up to Dean just as the phone gave its third ring. Dean shrugged and pressed okay.
"Hey, Dad (Sam could fell his heartbeat slow, as if it went too fast his father would hear it and know instantly he was there)….you did? (Did what? Did he find whatever the hell they had been looking for and was just calling Dean to tell him it was okay to head on home?)….and he didn't answer (Oh no! His father had called home. How hadn't he thought of that before!)…no, he's probably in the bathroom or asleep or something…(Or standing right in front of you seeing his short life flash before his eyes)..sure, I'll try and call him….( Call him? Call me? Why, Dean, why!)….yeah, sure, bye." Dean flipped the cell closed and looked at Sam, who hadn't breathed throughout the entire conversation.
"Inhale, Sam." Dean instructed, mockingly. He knew Sam was about to flip out. He had hoped that he'd bought the boy enough time to figure out what he was going to do, but the 'smart' Winchester seemed to not be present that evening.
"Exhale, too, there buddy."
"Now, listen." he said addressing the group. "You all need to find a quick and safe ride home. Call that Carl guy or whatever, just do it now. Think about the consequences later." He said handing back his cell to the young girl.
"And Dad?" Sam asked.
"Just get home before him. You know I won't say anything. Hell, I'll even find a way to tell him I got you drunk. But if you get caught here, then you're kind of on your own. I haven't slept for the past three days as is. No way am I gonna be capable for whatever the hell he thinks up." Sam let out a small, whimper like noise out. He was about to comment on what Dean had said, but was interrupted by a shift in the trees.
Dean noticed Sam's stare. "What? What do you see?" He said not looking around but staring at Sam. But then, he didn't have to question it, instantly he felt it. The presence of it. The cold.
"What the hell is that?" the teen boy asked.