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A/N: Hey there! WoW, I'm up to 50 reviews, and to thank you, just like I promised, the next chapter is now up. It's a little strange but I don't know, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a review if you want, I really appreciate them :) Tis my only reward.
Sam woke up in a dark, cold and wet smelling room. His head felt heavy and as he looked around the small room he spotted a double bed. Or more likely, two double beds. Sam shook his head to try and get rid of the double vision.
There was a faint light coming from a small window high above the bed. Sam's vision cleared fully and he realized, with annoyance, that he was tied to a chair. His left ankle was tied to the left chair leg and his right to the right. His hands however were tied behind his back with what felt like harsh rope. He cursed as the rope didn't come free when he pulled at his wrists. He closed his eyes tightly and tried again harder. This time the rope cut into his wrists.
His memory had just hit him fully in the face. Dean. That crazy bitch and her dog-boy brother had stolen Dean and he was god knows where, doing god knows what. Sam gulped. He hoped Dean was doing god knows what, because that would mean he was still alive. Sam tilted his head back.
Dean's nightmare was all too fresh in his head. Had his brother been holding onto this for all this time? Dean why didn't you let me in? Why didn't you let me help you? Ah can't you ever swallow your pride? Sam cursed his brother's stubborn streak. He felt sorry for Dean. His older brother shouldn't have had to have dealt with that horrible nightmare all this time with no help! But it was Dean after all. And Dean Winchester was an expert when it came to bottling up his emotions, and obviously his nightmares.
A small smile crept across his face. He was going to make sure that he and Dean had a chick flick moment when all this was over. But for now he had to get out of this god forsaken room.
The young Winchester bit his lip as he fought hard against his bonds. The rope cut into his skin more and more but he kept going. He bucked violently in the chair, the memory of his vision suddenly all too real in his head. Sam thought back to his early thoughts about the vision, that Dean would only do that if Sam was dead. This Lucy bitch had made it all to clear that that was exactly what the older boy would believe when he woke up to find Sam not there.
Sam bit his lip harder drawing blood and pulled again ignoring the warmth from his blood which had how appeared from the cuts the rope had made in his skin. He pulled again as hard as he could and then sat back panting. The ropes hadn't budged, if anything, they felt tighter.
The sound of a lock clicking to his right made Sam open his eyes and notice a door that he hadn't noticed there before. A geeky looking guy walked in holding a tray. On the tray was a sandwich and a glass of milk.
The boy looked terrible. Pale and exhausted, and Sam realized that this must be Sebastian. How long have I been out? Sam kept his eyes locked on the man and set a dirty look on his face, "Where, the hell is my brother?" he asked, his tone laced with venom.
The man flinched at the tone but moved towards the bed and put the tray down there. He took a seat and looked at Sam. His eyes were magnified by his think glasses and it reminded Sam of an insect. Sam stared back and the man looked away, clearly sensing that Sam was the alpha male in this room.
Sebastian rose and moved towards Sam clutching what looked like a napkin firmly in his hands. He hesitated and then tucked it into the front of Sam's shirt acting like a bib. The small act made the young Winchester furious and Sam tried to attack the man. Sebastian flinched at the sudden movement and took a step back.
"Lucy told me I had to take care of you so that's what I'm trying to do Sammy. Please don't make it hard for me." Sebastian said in a squeaky voice, "Now, I made you a sandwich and you must be hungry after last night so I'll feed it to you now if you don't mind." He said bringing the sandwich from the tray over and holding it near Sam's mouth.
"Where the fuck is my brother?" Sam sneered. The man was trying to baby him and it only served to make him even madder. This guy must be crazy to think I want a fucking sandwich at a time like this! The thought of food at the moment made Sam feel sick. He had to get out, he had to find Dean.
"Please Sammy. Lucy will be back soon, she just went to drop your brother off to his new hotel room. She says we have to keep you for another few days and then we can let you go. So for now I think you should eat, it'll make you feel better. It's peanut butter. Open wide Sammy." Sebastian said timidly moving the sandwich towards Sam's mouth again.
Sam glared at him and moved his head back, "I don't want a fucking sandwich, I want my brother."
"Well I wanted Cassie! We don't always get the things we want!" Sebastian spat out and threw the sandwich against the wall.
Sam watched Sebastian pull in a deep breath in an effort to calm himself and then walk out of the room.
Lucy dragged Dean into the hotel room. She breathed in deep and heaved the heavy man onto the bed. Dean wasn't fat, just muscle. She stood on the end of the bed and pulled him higher and into a more comfortable position.
The young woman ran back out to the Impala and got the Winchester boy's bags. She placed Sam's near the other bed and Dean's near where he lay unconscious. Lucy put the keys on the bedside table next to where Dean was and turned to look at him. His face was contorted in pain as the dream she had thought out played inside his head. He was covered in blood. She had poured pigs blood over him before they left the forest. She felt confident that he wouldn't know it wasn't Sam's.
She studied the face of the man she had grown to loath since her brother had stumbled into her room having a panic attack at what had happened between him and Cassie. She leant down to him and kissed him softly on the forehead, "Good night Dean Winchester. May you feel what it's like to have someone you love ripped away from you." She smiled and exited the room.
Dean was shaking and his head throbbed when he woke. He opened his eyes and looked up at the cracked ceiling of their motel room. Blinking his vision clear and rubbing a hand over his eyes to remove sleep, Dean took a quick look around the crummy hotel room. Sam was nowhere in sight.
Dean propped himself up onto his elbows and his ribs exploded in pain. A sudden voice in his head screamed at him, At least you feel something! You're still alive, not like Sammy! You killed him! Dean breathed in sharply at the words. No, Sammy couldn't be dead. He was just in the bathroom. It had just been another bad dream, it had to have been.
Ignoring the general soreness of his body and Dean hopped off the bed. His ankle seared with pain just as he had predicted it would. He walked over to the closed bathroom door. Sam was probably just being a bitch, hiding in there when Dean needed him. He's not dead, it was just another fucking dream. That's all it was.
The elder Winchester brother knocked on the bathroom door, "Hey Sammy you little shit! Hurry up in there! I gotta take a leak." He yelled. That's when he noticed the blood covering his hands. He looked at them and took in a painful breath. Blood, no, it can't be. Its just paint, yeah that's it paint. Dean exhaled calmly, trying to believe his thoughts. Sammy you little shit, starting this pranking game again.
But it wasn't paint. And Dean knew that. He knew it was blood. He knew it was his brother's blood but he just didn't want to believe it. Sam couldn't be dead. But then Dean remembered the blood that had covered his hands as he had tried to stop the blood flow. Dean looked down at his shirt, the front of it was also covered in blood.
Dean shook his head fiercely, which in the current condition of his body, was not a good idea. He bit down on bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. No, no, no this can't be happening!
But it was happening. Dean ran out the front, his ankle again forgotten and searched the Impala for his brother. But Sammy was not there.
Dean searched the memories he had of last night and closed his jaw so tight it hurt as he did so. The werewolf, the attack, Sam bleeding, Sammy dying. Sam dying, in his arms. His body shook with rage, guilt and pain.
He couldn't, no he wouldn't, have let Sam die. But he had. Sam was gone, his Sammy, his baby brother was gone. Dean picked up the bedside table lamp and threw it hard at the wall. It shattered into thousands of pieces when it hit.
The young hunter hadn't even realized he was back in his motel room until he started to trash it. Only one thought going through his head. Sam.
o.O! Well now, weird chapter and if anyone was wondering, I was craving a peanut butter sandwich when I wrote this lol. Actually I still am but we're out of bread damn it! But anyway, hope you enjoyed this, if you did, let me know, if you didn't let me know how I can make it better. ;) Till next time my sexy readers! And to Sammy and Tara, my darlings, this chapter was for you. Thanks for the non-stop encouragement..
Mishka xXx
