Chapter 3: A good 'Scare

(A/N: WARNING: May not be the same as in the actual episode)

Sam started walking away from the car, his hand grasping his bags tightly. Clouds threatened to dump rain but Sam still walked. This was the final straw. He couldn't last this any longer.

"I'm taking off!" Dean hissed. His voice was deep and unemotional.

"That's what I want you to do!" Sam yelled back! He kept walking listening to his brother get into the car and slam the door shut. The bags on his back began to feel heavy but Sam thought that was all just in his mind. The sound of the engine whine brought him back out of his thoughts and he thought that he saw Dean turn around a last time. Sam stared at him with unemotional eyes; Dean caught his gaze and turned around, soon driving off.

Sam's eyes trailed the cars trip until it was out of his view. Part of him regretted doing that, but the other part told him it was the right thing to do! Still it didn't feel right leaving Dean like that! It felt wrong and Sam suddenly wished he hadn't done it.

He reached into his coat for his cell phone but stopped. If Dean didn't want him around then he wouldn't be. He knew that his anger was taking control over his reasoning but he didn't care at all. If Dean didn't care then he wouldn't either. The cell phone was slipped back into his pocket and all hope of reuniting Dean was slipped into the back of his mind.

All Sam could think about was putting one foot in front of the other. 'left Right left right left right left right left right left right.' He missed one of the beats and nearly stumbled. He fell to the ground catching himself with his hands quickly. He fought back hot tears, He needed Dean…why would Dean leave him like that? 'Oh yeah I asked him too…He probably doesn't even care at all! Oh well better keep trudging on…'

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'he asked to go Dean…quit worring about him…he's a big boy and can take care of himself.' Dean kept a solid face as Sam grew out of sight. Deans voice was suddenly lost and he couldn't get himself to utter a word.

He felt his hand threaten to reach down and get his cell phone. 'He wanted to go! So quit feeling sorry for yourself Jack ass! Your letting him go! He's not a baby anymore.'

But in his head Dean wished that Sam was still the little boy that saw the 'superhero' in him. That Sam was the little boy that looked up to him, that Sam was the same little boy he used to be a long time ago. He realized at the age of fifteen that Sam was slowly changing, becoming less dependent, and by the time he left for college, it was too late. Sammy was gone. Sammy was his little brother, the old adoring little brother. Now Sam lurked in his mind, Sam being the stubborn bitchy ass man who now had power.

Dean shuddered wondering what 'Samuel' would be.

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Sam kept walking despite the fact he was exhausted. He had tried hitch hiking. One guy had made a move on him and started stroking his leg, at that point Sam wanted to jump out of the car. Finally after a long persuasion the man stopped the vehicle and kicked Sam out, owning a black eye. Sam didn't want another perv to pick him up so he thought it safer to walk.

The sun was rising over the horizon and it was brilliant without all the city lights. All the colors blended in with each other making a spectacular light show. Rain started sprinkling from the clouds, a long lasting threat finally being fulfilled. Sam felt it refreshing though. The water bottle in his pack was empty and he didn't want to waste the perfectly full one on a simple need for thirst. The bags on his shoulder were becoming more of a burden than anything else.

His legs throbbed slightly, and it won the better of him. He started walking into the grassy section and sat down. The rain came down harder now. Sam's hair started to clump slowly. His cloths were soon damp, then soaked. He frowned so maybe leaving Dean was a bad idea…but he couldn't come back now…

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Dean watched the rain pour outside his temporary hotel. He was horribly worried about Sam. With all that rain it must have made the trip miserable for him. Was Sam injured? Was he in pain? The horrible thought flooded his mind, the thought of Sam on the side of the road with blood streaming from everywhere possible. 'No! Don't think that!'

He fingered the cell phone in his hands…what if he called him…would Sam answer? Could he get the voice to apologize? Wait! Why the hell would he apologize…it was Sam's fault in the first place! He asked to leave! He wanted to leave! And now he was getting what he deserved! A good night in the cold rain!

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At the bus station he was about to board the bus with Meg. He paused and pulled out his cell. His pride was pushed out of the way and he tried to call his brother. Only thing was, he was getting his brothers voicemail. Dean always had his phone turned on, and in his pocket…something must be wrong.

Sam felt a warm hand touch his arm. "Sam are you coming?" It was Meg, a girl he had met along the way.

Sam frowned deep in thought. He drew energy and suddenly spoke words he had thought he would speak after the horrible fight between the two. "No! I'm going back!"

"But Sam! You said it yourself! You don't feel like they listen to you…you don't like being controlled…come with me!" She enticed.

Sam couldn't help but think this all seemed like a Siren from Greek Myths. The bird like females would start singing a beautiful song and lure the Sailors out to the rocks, there their ship would crash and all would die…

"I cant leave him…" And without another word Sam left.

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Dean flexed his bound hands. 'This is just great! I am loving the predicament were in!" His mind sarcastically thought.

"Dean?" The quivering voice came next to him. It belonged to a girl that was about to be sacrificed as well…

Dean had come into the town and questioned the death of the young couple. The town wasn't much of a help until he ran into a girl who told them that they had ran into the couple just a few weeks ago, they had fed them a nice pie…and sent them off in the direction of the highway. Only thing was they never reached the highway, like all other couples they reached an empty field after experiencing car trouble…There they would walk to a house just a few feet away and pass a scarecrow. The scarecrow would do something with them…They were his sacrifice…Since Dean destroyed there little plot, this girl and him were now the sacrifice…

"Yeah! I've got a plan! Calm down…" Dean said slowly rotating his hand in the tight rope.

"You've been saying that for the last few hours…" The girl said slowly.

"Just watch that Scarecrow…" Dean said.

"Ok!" She said.

Suddenly footsteps came. Dean knew it was the end… 'Man! And I never even got to say goodbye to my brother.'

"What's that?" The girl began to panic.

'Man Sammy! I'm sorry!'

"Dean?" A voice came from not too far away.

Dean pivoted his head. "Sam?"

Sam came into view and found Dean bound to some tree… "DEAN!" Sam ran to the pair and began to unbind them. He had been so worried about his brother!

"Watch that Scarecrow, Sam…" Dean said as he was freed and moved to work on the girl.

"What scarecrow?" Sam asked. He didn't recall seeing one, just an empty stick…

"The one-'' Dean turned around to show his brother but found the scarecrow to be gone too. Hugs and kisses could be saved for later first they had to get out alive…

(A/N: Ha! Yay! It took me a while to write this!)