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Inspired by Cry Wolf which belongs to Rogue Pictures. Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be CW.
As Dean raced down the umpteenth highway with Black Sabbath blaring out of the stereo, Sam's stomach knotted in concern. Please. Please let Dodger be okay, he thought frantically. He couldn't lose another pack member. He just couldn't. Dean glanced at his brother. What's up with him? He's so tense, he thought to himself.
"Hey, Sammy. Uh...did you have a vision or somethin'?" Dean queried.
"No," Sam answered shortly.
"Then, why are we headin' for Stanford?" Dean asked. Sam froze. Oh, man. What do I do? I can't tell him, he thought frantically. Dean would never understand. He was a hunter. He had been trained by Dad to shoot first and ask questions later. And Sam didn't want to be on the receiving end of that.
"Sammy?" Dean prodded.
"I just---I just have a bad feeling," Sam stammered.
"Who's Dodger?" Dean questioned.
"Huh?" Sam responded.
"Dodger. When you were screaming, you said the name "Dodger". Who is it?" Dean repeated.
"A friend of mine," Sam answered.
"You're tellin' me someone actually named their kid 'Dodger'?" Dean smirked.
"It's a nickname," Sam replied. "And don't knock it," he continued. Finally, they saw the sign welcoming to them for California.
"Finally," Sam sighed. Hearing the amount of relief in his brother's voice, Dean looked at his brother. What's goin' on with him? Why won't he talk to me? he wondered. Sam ignored Dean's gaze and just stared at the wonder. Don't worry, guys. I'm coming. We can figure this out together, Sam thought to himself. Minutes later, they saw the sign for Palo Alto.
"Okay, here we go," Dean stated. As soon as they had reached the Stanford Campus, Sam opened the door and raced out of the vehicle without waiting for Dean to stop. The older Winchester barely had time to park before chasing after his brother.
"Sam! Sam! Slow down!" Dean called after his brother. But Sam just kept going. Dean had no choice but to follow. He became confused when his little brother continued towards the back of the campus and headed for some caves.
"What the---" Dean's voice trailed.
"Dodger! Becky!" Sam called. Dean panted as he continued after his brother.
"Dodger! Becky!" he shouted. Then, Sam skidded to a stop, causing Dean to bump into him.
"Dude, warn people," the older man chided. But his brother didn't rise to the bait.
"Sammy, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing his brother's tenseness. But couldn't answer. All he could see was a girl with brunette hair, sprawled out on a cot, blood pooling out of her shoulder, and various bruises on her face.
"Oh, no. No. No," Sam whispered. He could feel the pain radiating from her body.
"Sam!" Becky exclaimed. She and the others ran to their friend.
"Dodger," Sam whispered. Then, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor.