Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciated them. This is the final chapter and I hope no one is disappointed in the ending.
Missing
Chapter fifteen
"You sure it's him?" Sam looked at the plane which was circling the runway. He couldn't tell the difference between it and half a dozen other planes that had landed at the airstrip earlier.
"Yeah that's him…his wing tips are a pale orange."
"So what do you want to do?"
"Wait till he lands and then make our way over to him. We got to get in that plane without being seen and then if nothing goes wrong we're home free."
"That's going to be a little hard to do especially now that they're looking for us."
Dean didn't answer him, he knew Sam was right. When he had snuck into the airport looking for Sam no one was expecting him, but now everyone would be watching waiting to see if they were still somewhere at the airport looking for a way back to the states. But it was important to Dean that Jack didn't get in trouble for helping them and knew they had to get on the plane without being seen. They watched as Jack's plane circled the airport then landed at the far end of the runway, the exact spot where he had left Dean off. Jack then got out of the plane and started walking up the runway toward the warehouse where Sam had been held.
"We better get down there." Sam said but Dean put his hand on Sam's arm stopping him when he saw Rodriguez come out of the warehouse to meet Jack. "What's wrong?" Sam asked anxious to get to the plane and out of Mexico. He looked back at the runway and saw what Dean was looking at. "Oh great….You don't think they're in this together do you?"
"I don't know." Dean said, he knew Jack's plane was the only way out and could only hope he wasn't working for Rodriguez. "I guess we'll find out." He knew they had to take the chance; they didn't really have a choice. He looked over at Sam.
"Can you make it?"
"Yeah."
"You stay next to me, if you need to rest let me know."
Sam nodded and they started their decent down to the runway being careful to stay hidden. Once they were near Jack's plane they made sure no one was watching and quickly ran to it and climbed aboard. Now they could only watch and wait for Jack's return. They peaked out through the front window of the plane and watched as Rodriguez and Jack shook hands then as Jack reached in his pocket and handed Rodriquez an envelope in exchange for the package he was carrying.
"Great, they're working together." Sam said breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. His ordeal had taken more out of him then he was willing to admit.
Dean immediately began searching the plane and soon came up with a gun which had been hidden under the seat. He took the bullets out and tossed the gun to the side.
"Well I guess we don't have a choice, we'll have to hijack him when he gets back." Dean pulled out the gun he had taken from Rodriguez's men.
"You know Dean maybe we should just get out of here…we can try and find some other way back to the states. Why look for trouble." Sam was worried that if something went wrong he'd be too weak to help Dean.
"Sam look at you… you look like you're about ready to fall over, you'll never make it back up that hill. No…this is the only way out of here."
"But he's in with Rodriguez. What if he won't do it? What if he just yells for help?"
"Then I'll kill him."
"Dean, you know you never killed anything that wasn't trying to kill you."
"Yeah, but he doesn't know that." Dean gave a little smile. "I'll just tell him if he doesn't get us out of here he's dead."
"What if he still won't do it?"
"Well, I guess we'll worry about that when it happens."
As Dean talked Sam looked back at Rodriguez and Jack. Jack had started walking back toward the plane carrying the package that Sam assumed was filled with drugs. But as Sam watched, Rodriguez suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at Jack's back.
"What the hell…" Sam said leaning forward trying to get a better look.
Dean's eyes widened when he saw what Sam was looking at.
"Damn it we need him!" Dean stuck his head out of the plane, he had to warn him "Jack he has a gun!"
Hearing Dean, Jack began to run toward the plane but a shot from Rodriguez's gun caught him in the arm spinning him around.
"Damn!" Dean yelled as he leaned out the window and fired at Rodriguez.
He started to get off the plane but Sam grabbed his arm.
"Dean no! You'll be out in the open!"
"They'll kill him and he's our only way out of here!" Dean shook off Sam's hand and climbed out of the plane firing at Rodriguez trying to give Jack time to get back to the plane. Sam leaned out of the door and provided back up fire from inside the plane but soon ran out of bullets and tossed the gun to the side. He watched in horror as Dean was hit in the side and fell to his knees.
"Dean!" Sam screamed as he too got out of the plane and started to make his way to his brother.
"Sam go back!" Dean shouted as he got up and quickly reloaded his gun with the bullets he had in his pocket.
Jack had caught up to Dean and they both headed back toward the plane. Dean walked backward firing at Rodriguez as he kept his hand over his wounded side.
Sam ran over and stood next to Dean. He could feel the hate and rage in him building as he looked at the man who had tortured him and now had shot his brother.
"Sam come on!" Dean shouted as he continued to back toward the plane.
Sam watched as Rodriguez once more pointed his gun toward Dean.
"Dean look out!" Sam yelled a second before a blinding pain shot through his head. He fell to his knees; his hands pressed against his temples as he looked toward Rodriguez who smiled at him as he slowly began to pull the trigger.
"Nooooo!" Sam screamed and the gun was ripped from Rodriguez's hand and flew into his own hand. Rodriguez stared at him his eyes wide with terror.
"You are surely the devil." Rodriguez said as he took a few steps backward as his men seeing what had happened began to run off terrified.
Dean reached the plane with Jack and waited till Jack was safely inside then turned toward his brother.
"Come on Sam let's go!"
"He killed Carlos, and the people on that plane." Sam said as he pointed the gun at Rodriguez.
"Sam let him go, let's just get out of here." Dean watched as Sam's finger slowly tightened on the trigger. "Sammy." He tried to stay calm, he knew his brother wouldn't kill a man in cold blood, at least he didn't think he would.
"Get on the plane Dean."
"Sam…"
"Get on the plane." He repeated.
"Come on Sammy you don't want to do this." He slowly walked toward Sam.
"He killed Carlos and those people…He deserves to die…You said so yourself."
"Yeah he deserves to die, but not by your hand."
As much as Sam hated to admit it he knew Dean was right; he couldn't just shoot a man, especially an unarmed man. He slowly lowered the gun but as he did Rodriguez suddenly reached in his pocket and pulled out another gun. He just started to raise it when Sam fired hitting him between the eyes. His face turned blank as he pitched forward in slow motion as Sam looked on in disbelief. He couldn't believe he had just killed a man. Dean walked over to Sam, grabbed his arm, and pulled him toward the plane. He knew at any moment Rodriguez's men might regroup and come after them.
Once they were inside the plane Dean helped Sam into a seat then stood looking at him worried about how he might be feeling about what he had to do.
"I killed him Dean." Sam stated his voice flat and void of any emotion. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose as another pain shot through his head.
"You had to Sam, you had no choice."
Sam's eyes suddenly flew open remembering that Dean had been wounded.
"How bad are you hit?" Sam reached toward Dean's bloody shirt and lifted it to examine the wound.
"I'm okay, it's just a graze." Dean said looking down at the cut that ran across his side.
"What about him?" Sam nodded toward Jack.
"He's okay… the bullet just took a little chunk out of his arm."
"Can he still fly?"
"He's going to have to." Dean pointed his gun at Jack. "Get us off the ground."
Jack started the plane and headed down the runway, he just managed to take off as Rodriguez's men regrouped and began shooting at the plane but it was soon out of the range of their bullets. Dean glanced over at Jack; he figured he hadn't seen the gun fly from Rodriguez's hand and into Sam's or he would have been asking a million questions. He was glad, the less people who knew about Sam's powers the better.
Once they were safe in the air Dean reached over and opened Jack's suitcase. He whistled softly when he saw that it was filled with bags of white powder.
"Cocaine?" He asked Jack.
"Yeah, one hundred percent pure." Jack smiled over at Dean as if he was proud of the fact.
"So why did Rodriguez turn on you? … Did you try to rip him off?"
"My cover must have been blown."
"Your cover?" Dean glanced over at Sam.
Jack slowly reached into a hidden compartment on the side of his seat while Dean kept his gun trained on him. Dean knew if Jack tried anything he wouldn't be able to shoot him anyway, if he did who would fly the plane? Jack took out a small folder and handed it to Dean. He opened it and looked at Sam.
"D.E.A." He said to his brother then looked back at Jack. "You're working for narcotics?"
"Yeah, Carlos was on my team. He had compiled a list of agents and drug informants in both the U.S. and Mexico and put it on a CD. He told us he had given it to a friend at his college who he could trust while he flew into Mexico on business. … Unfortunately he was captured and tortured. They made him tell them who he had given it to before he was killed." He looked down sadly. "Carlos was a good man, a good friend. And when you said your brother was missing I went back to the states and figured out your brother was the one who had the CD. We broke into his e mail and read about the request to bring it to the funeral"
Dean listened to Jack as he checked out his ID; he had seen enough fake IDs in his life and could tell that this one was real. He hesitated for a few seconds then lowered his gun and turned his attention to his brother who was staring out the window.
"Sammy you okay?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He continued starring out the window, lost in his own thoughts. He knew he had done the only thing he could do but it still tore him up inside that he had killed a man.
"Look Sam I know how you feel…but you did what you had to do." Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He knew Sam was upset but like he had told him it was either Rodriguez or them, he didn't have a choice.
Jack looked over at Sam.
"I know you're hurting kid, but Rodriguez was a bad man and you shouldn't feel bad that you had to kill him...He killed a lot of people…in fact he's the one that killed Carlos. You rid the world of an animal who would have just kept on killing."
Sam nodded, he knew what both Dean and Jack were saying was true but it still hurt him to know he had taken a human life.
Dean took the CD out of his pocket.
"Too many people died because of this, so I guess it's time to give it back to who it belongs to." He handed the CD over to Jack.
"Thanks….if this would have fallen into the wrong hands a lot more people would have died….You boys saved a lot of lives" Jack put the CD in his pocket. "Now where can I drop you off? If you don't have any business in Mexico City I think it's safer to fly you back to the states. Rodriguez had a long reach and now that you've killed him Mexico City isn't safe, they'll be looking for you."
"We were staying at a motel near San Diego before Sam got the e mail. We left most of our stuff there because we figured we'd be back in a day or two."
"Then we're going to San Diego. I'll stop somewhere along the way to refuel then we'll be home free."
"What about the clothes and stuff we left in Mexico City?"
"I'll have someone pack it up and mail it to wherever you want."
"Thanks."
Dean looked over at Sam.
"We're going home Bro….And next time I tell you not to fly out of the states I hope you listen to me because if there is a next time I'm definitely not going to come looking for you if you go missing."
Sam nodded and gave Dean a small smile as he settled back in his seat and shut his eyes. Dean sat down next to Sam and put his arm protectively around the back of his brother's seat. He could tell the last few days had taken a lot out of Sam and he looked exhausted. Dean smiled to himself as he too shut his eyes; even his fear of flying was gone from his mind, at least for now. His brother was alive and they were going home.
The End
