Kill or Be Killed
By: chocolate rules
Chapter 3:
Call for Help
Dean sat on the hood of his car again, this time not filled with so much carelessness and nonchalant manner. This time he was in panic. He dialed his father's cell phone number and tried to regulate his breathing as he heard the rings.
"Yeah?" responded the gruff voice from the other end. It was groggy and sleepy.
"Hey, Dad. Did I wake you?"
"Yeah. What's up? Where are you?"
"I'm outside Sam's school. Listen, Dad…"
"Still? What, is he in trouble?"
"That's just the thing, Dad. I can't find him."
"WHAT! What do you mean you can't find him?"
"I was waiting for fifteen minutes, and he didn't show up. I went in to look for him, and I found his teacher. She said that he'd left a while ago." Dean's voice was cracking as he spoke. He could hear the man rushing to dress himself.
"Any signs of what might have happened?"
"No. But his teacher said that he'd said that he was going on a camping trip this week. I think he left, Dad." Dean said., practically whispering the last part.
"Keep looking, Dean. I'll be there soon. We'll find him." and with that, the connected stopped and a single tear tried to escape Dean's eyes. He brushed it away quickly and stood again to look for his brother.
Sam looked around him, shaking his head. If his father knew what he was about to do, he'd tear him a new one. Heck, if Dean knew what he was about to do, he'd tear him a new one for certain. But he couldn't think of that now. He'd made his decision and there was no turning back.
