okay I'm really impatient so i decided to post the first 2 chapters in the same day. I'll update quite quickly to begin with coz i've already wriiten the first 8 chpaters but after that it'll bea bit slower coz i'm writing it as i go alon. Anyways here's chapter 2. R&R please!
Chapter 2
Sam stood waiting in the diner for what seemed like hours. The bored waitress from across the counter was obviously flirting with him but he simply wasn't interested. He felt sorry for the girl. She may have had more luck with Dean. Sam smirked to himself. He could just imagine Dean in the car now, cranking up motorhead or black Sabbath full blast while cursing Sam to distract himself from the fact that he's ravenously hungry.
Sam tried to peer out the window to see his brothers face but found his view was blocked by a group of fat, seriously mean and well…serious looking gang of bikers. Sam sighed loudly. His impatience was getting the better of him now and his anger was slowly building.
A blast of cold air suddenly rushed straight into him and a shiver went down his spine. Sam suddenly started to shake and it was only when he looked around the diner he realised he was the only one that seemed to have noticed it and was affected by it. Pulling his jacket closer around him Sam was about to call over the waitress to find out if his food had gone MIA when he stopped dead.
"Drive……………"
Sam glanced around the diner quickly. No one had said a word. But then…..what was that? What the hell did drive mean? Well whatever it was it was not good. When is hearing voices ever good?
Looking back at the counter he noticed someone was calling his order. 'Finally!'
He walked dumbly up to the waitress, flashed a smile, paid and slowly made his way through the diner.
His vision was blurry and Sam felt an overwhelming urge to find Dean. The unknown source of this was questionable but Sam had learned to trust his instincts a long time ago. There was only one thought racing through his mind at that point.
Dean.
Pushing his way past the bikers and roughly shoving a few aside (not even hearing or recognising the abuse that was thrown at him) Sam got to the door and was filled with an irrational sense of dread. 'Dean's fine, you'll see' he tried to convince himself.
Sam walked through the door and the ding of the bell told him it had shut behind him. It had become dark, but Sam could see enough and knew instinctively that Dean wasn't there.
He sprinted to the spot where the impala was supposed to be, all thoughts of food and coffee forgotten, and almost collapsed there and then.
Dean had left him.
