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It was freezing when Sam woke up, his thin jacket not doing a great job at keeping out the cold. Looking around he was troubled, 'what am I doing out here?' He sat up scanning the area, too dark to see anything except for the lights of a semi-rig off to his right rolling down the highway. 'that must be the road' Sam searched his pockets and found he had his cell phone and the car keys. "Dean," he said into the darkness, "Dean?" trying to remember how he got here. Getting no response, he dialed the number to his brother's cell. In the distance he hear the faint sound of Dean's cell ringing. 'answer the phone' he thought impatiently, getting up and started walking to the car. Aches and pains blossomed in various parts of his body. 'what the hell happended?' When he got Dean's voice mail he hung up and used his cell as a torch.
Opening the door to get better light, Sam took inventory of his injuries. His knuckles were bruised and split, he had some scratches on his arms, and his crotch ached. 'what the hell?' all he could think was that there was a fight. He undid his pants to determine the extent of the damage. He was shocked to find his dick red and irritated, and the area around it was bruised. 'what happened? was I assulted?' Scooting into the front seat he saw blood, on his hands, on his clothes, in the car, the back seat was covered in it.
"Dean! DEAN! Where are you!" grabbing the torch out of the glove compartment, Sam searched the area frantically for any traces of his older brother. He found Dean's sock, left shoe, belt, and the bloody remains of the t-shirt he was wearing yesterday. 'yesterday, was that yesterday? think'
"You idiot," berating himself, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and punched in his brother's number. He jumped when he heard that distinctive ring coming from under the front seat of the car. Reaching down for it, he also found Dean's wallet. "Shit!" frustration and fear was settling in.
Wracking his brains, he thought back to the last time he saw Dean. They were still not talking, his brother was trying to play it cool while sitting as far away from Sam as he physically could, his eyes never straying from the road ahead. Sam had givien up trying to talk to him, so he just stared out the window, he fell asleep. 'but when did I wake up and get into a fight? where the hell is Dean?'
He had no visions to help him, no premonitions, in fact he did not recall dreaming at all. Stunned, he slid into the driver's seat, counting the number of times he did not dream. The last time was about two months ago, around the time Dean got into that fight over a poker game. Before that was almost four months ago, when Dean was beaten badly by that biker. 'wait a minute...' The first time he recalled not having a dream was when Dean said that he attacked him and Dean busted Sam's nose knocking him out. 'sleepwalking, that's what he called it. hell, Dean, what happened, what did I do to you?' Guilt and greif threatened overwhelmed him at that line of thinking. 'I have to talk to Dean, I have to make him tell me the truth. but where is he? Maybe that trucker picked him up -- but he would not leave without me -- maybe that trucker was the one who did this -- maybe he took --' with that thought he started the car and drove in the direction that semi-rig took. From his calculations he was about 45 minutes to an hour behind, he would catch up. Pressing the gas pedal, he opened up the V8 engine and flew down the highway to find Dean. 'I will find you, I promise.'
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