Chapter Seven
Sam took the turn that led off of the main street and drove down toward the factory district. It had to be that last one, it made sense that the last warehouse would be a perfect place for a nest. He didn't have time to re-check them all, the best idea Sam could think was to start at the end and work back to the beginning
Dean.
Was Dean taken? It was the only explanation. His brother had been no where in town, the kind old man in the diner hadn't seen him , the guy at the bar didn't recall him coming back in.
He was nowhere. So not like him. Not now and not before, his brother never left Sam alone.
No, it was Sam who had left his brother.
It was their father who had left his brother. The thought of John again boiled Sam's blood and he took a deep breath to force a calm into his mind. Now was not the time to allow those emotions to boil over. If Dean was taken by the vampires, then he needed his wits about him to get him back.
Maybe he should call Dad?
The anger boiled over again and he smacked the steering wheel of the Impala and let out a low, guttural growl. Smacking the wheel again he almost ran straight into the body lying in the middle of the road.
"What the hell?"
Sam pulled over to the side as the wreckage of a car entangled in the trees off the left came into view.
An old Mustang.
Nicki. Poor Grace.
Sam grabbed the gun from the glove compartment and walked toward the body. The closer he got the more he could see the blood smeared around the neck area.
Where was the head?
The body looked crushed, looked like road kill. One arm was bent backwards at an unnatural angle while the other seemed to be pointing off to the right.
Ahh, there's the head.
Sam approached carefully but backed away once the mouth, turned up into a snarl came into view, the pointed teeth telling him everything he needed to know.
He walked over the to the Mustang and took in the dent in the roof, the caved in hood, the broken windows, the drivers side door ripped off. The pink upholstery smeared with blood along the back of the seat.
Well, at least it seemed like Nicki still had a chance, they had taken her. That much was obvious.
So if they had her, if the had Dean, that gave Sam some time to formulate a plan. After all, they liked to repeat their dinner for a few nights in a row.
Sam ran back to the body in the road, gathered it up, trying to ignore the lack of a head and ran back to the Impala , he placed the body in the back seat and then pulled the arrows and crossbow from the trunk, he checked each, still a little damp from being soaked in the blood from the funeral home.
Placing them on the passenger seat Sam pulled the car back, drove around the wreckage of Nicki's car and continued up the road toward the factories.
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