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Missing

Chapter fourteen

They knew Jack was their only hope. There was no way they could drive a stolen car back to the states, and no way they could hitch a ride or walk across the border without being stopped and questioned. But Jack ran back and forth across the border every few days on business and hopefully could get them across without being stopped and questioned.

Dean bought four more sodas and two tacos then drove the car back into a deep wooded area near the airstrip and hid it in the thick bushes. They then hiked up into the mountains and hid in a deep thicket of trees where they could keep an eye on the airport. They would have to stay there out of sight until they spotted Jack's plane then try to get down to it without being spotted. Dean gave Sam one of the guns he had taken from Rodriguez's men which he stuck in his waistband. He then handed Sam a soda which he quickly began to gulp down still thirsty after his ordeal, but Dean grabbed his arm stopping him.

"That has to last, we don't know when or even if Jack will come and we can't chance leaving this area and being spotted.

Even though Sam felt like he could drink a case of sodas and still be thirsty he listened to Dean and put the soda down.

"Sorry." He said softly then looked over at Dean. "So you found the CD and moved it."

"Yep. I figured if they made you talk they'd kill you once they got the CD so as long as they didn't have it you were safe."

"I guess if you consider being tortured safe…"

"It's better then dead right?" Dean smiled.

"I've never been dead so I can't answer that." Sam gave a little smile back. "Hey…thanks for coming for me….but you shouldn't have. I never should have gotten you involved in this mess."

"Sammy when I got that phone call from you…." Dean swallowed hard remembering how he felt when he heard the gunshots over the phone and thought Sam might have been shot. "Well there was no way in hell I wasn't going to come looking for you."

"I shouldn't have called you, but I wanted you to know what happened. I didn't want you to go through the rest of your life wondering where I was…like we did with Dad till we found him….But you should have gone home; I wanted you to go home."

"Hey, you still owe me twenty dollars from that bet we made last week, no way was I going to go home and not collect it." Dean smiled.

Sam smiled back and shook his head, he knew nothing would have stopped him from looking for Dean either if the situation was reversed.

"So now we wait."

"Yep. Jack said he flew in and out of here every couple days. So he should be here sometime tomorrow."

"What if he doesn't come? Or what if he's involved in all of this?"

"Well I guess we'll just have to find some other way home if that happens." Dean gave Sam a little smile trying to hide his worry. They both knew if Jack didn't show or wouldn't help them they were in big trouble.

The next afternoon

They had spent the night and the next morning watching Rodriguez and his men search the airport and surrounding areas for them. A few times they thought they would be found when some of the men came close to where they were hiding, but luck was with them and they weren't discovered.

Dean looked over at Sam. His brother had shivered throughout most of the night and he had sat next to him with his arm over his shoulder trying to keep him warm. Dean wasn't sure if Sam was shivering because of his injuries or because of withdrawal from the drugs he had been given, but there was nothing he could do for him either way except keep him warm.

"You okay Bro?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

Dean thought Sam had answered a little too quickly.

"Sammy, don't lie to me…"

"I'm okay."

"I need you to tell me the truth. Once Jack's plane gets here we got to get down there and get on that plane, and we got to do it quick. I need you to be able to keep up with me, because if they spot us…we're dead."

"I'll keep up with you… but if I can't I want you to promise me you'll get out of here and take that CD to the authorities…" When Sam saw Dean was about to protest he added. "Promise me Dean, if things go bad when Jack gets here you'll get on that plane without me."

"Ah come on Sam…" Dean looked down toward the airport. There was no way he was leaving here without Sam, he'd die first.

"Dean…the people on that CD…their lives depend of getting that CD back to the states and to the proper authorities."

"Why don't we just destroy it? Then at least we know Rodriguez won't get his hands on it."

"We don't know what all is on it. It must be pretty important for him to go through all this trouble to get it. We can't just destroy it; we got to get it back to the states and to the D.E.A.'s office."

"But at least if we destroy it we know Rodriguez won't get the information." Dean said just wanting to get rid of the thing that had caused his brother so much pain.

"Dean, Carlos was my friend and this CD must have been pretty important to him…he died because of it….I can't just get rid of it."

"Well we don't have time to argue about it right now." Dean pointed toward the sky. "That's Jack's plane coming in."

TBC