Sorry it took so long to add these last two chapters but for some reason when I tried to add additional chapters last week the site wouldn't let me.

Missing in Mexico

Chapter three

4:00 AM the next morning

Sam quietly got out of bed and packed his duffle bag. He wrote Dean a short note and put it on the table between the beds. He knew Dean had been up late swimming in the motel pool and flirting with some women down at the bar and knew he would be sleeping late. He then slipped out the door and headed down to the taxi he had called earlier.

10:45 AM

Dean moaned as he slowly woke up. He lay in bed for a few minutes staring at the ceiling for a few seconds at first forgetting where he was. Then it came to him, they were in Mexico for Sam's friend's funeral. He glanced over at the clock then quickly sat upright in bed. Sam was going to be flipping out; he wanted to leave before dawn. He looked over at Sam's bed, it was empty. He hurried to the bathroom expecting to hear the shower running.

"Sam." He knocked then stuck his head in. "Sam?" Sam wasn't in the bathroom. Dean walked back to the bedroom and glanced around, he then saw the note. "What the…?" Dean said as he picked it up and read it.

Didn't want to put you through another flight. I took a commuter plane to Carlos's village in Santiago and should be back late tonight or tomorrow morning. Enjoy the pool and the club till I get back. Don't bother bitching…I can't hear you. Ha. Ha.

"Damn it Sammy!" Dean tossed the note on the bed. As much as he was relieved he didn't have to fly on a small plane, now the time would be spent worrying about his brother. "I'm so kicking your ass when you get back Sam." Dean mumbled to himself.

Later

Dean spent the day down by the pool. He tried calling Sam on his cell phone a few times and tried not to worry when he couldn't get through, more then likely he was out of the service area. He tried to relax but when his phone rang a few hours later he quickly grabbed it and was relieved to see Sam's name flashing on the small screen.

"Sam I'm going to kick your ass!" Dean said as he answered the phone.

"Dean…"

The phone was full of static and it was almost impossible to hear Sam's voice.

"Speak up I can't hear you."

"Trouble…hijacked…Tasio…CD….my seat…sorry…"

Dean could only make out every few words but he made out enough to know his brother was in big trouble.

"Sam! Sam you're breaking up! I can't hear you!"

"….go home….don't…."

Dean then heard an angry shout and the sound of gunfire.

"Sam!" Dean jumped up his heart pounding, his whole body trembling. He might have just heard his brother being murdered.

An hour later

Dean called a cab and then rushed to the small nearby airport that the commuter flights flew out of. He ran inside and up to the counter.

"My brother took a plane out of here this morning and I think he's in trouble." He said to the girl at the counter.

She looked at him, her face filled with a mixture of sadness and fear.

"What flight was he on?"

"He was flying to Santiago."

"I'm so sorry…" The girl looked down and couldn't continue.

"What's the matter?" Dean gripped the edge of the counter in front of him.

"We lost contact with that flight. We were told it had crashed in the Gulf…"

"Crashed! No…." Dean shook his head in disbelief as his heart started pounding in his chest. "My brother was on that flight. He contacted me and said they were being hijacked!" He could feel the room spinning as a cold pain shot through him as his entire world came crashing down around him.

"I'm sorry sir, you must have misunderstood. The plane your brother was on exploded over the Gulf. There are no survivors.

TBC