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3:00 AM Madness
Chapter eleven
Later
Dean moaned as he slowly came to. He glanced over at the clock, it was four twenty.
"Son of a bitch!" He couldn't believe the thing once more had control of his brother. He had failed Sam and now might lose him forever.
He stood up and fell back against the wall as he rubbed his jaw. Sam could be anywhere and he knew if the spirit had fully merged minds with his brother he might never find him. The thought terrified him. He picked up the salt gun and holy water and ran to his car.
He drove for the next three hours frantically looking for his brother but there was no sign of him. He decided to head back to the motel just in case Sam might have gone back there. As he turned a corner his mouth dropped slightly open and his eyes widened with fear. Police cars blocked the street, officers, their guns drawn, stood at the entrance to an alley. His blood turned to ice as he stopped the car and ran across the street to the scene.
"What's happening?" He asked one of the officers as he tried to peer into the alley.
"Please stay back sir." The officer instinctively put his arm out blocking Dean from going any further.
"What's going on?" Dean asked, his heart pounding.
"We found another body."
"Did you catch the person who's doing this?"
"One of the officers said he saw a dark haired man in the alley standing over the body, he told him to freeze but the man continued slashing the victim. The officer fired and hit the man but he disappeared into one of the connecting alleys."
Dean felt a cold chill go through his entire body; Sam might be injured or worse.
"How bad was he hit?" Dean pressed against the officer's arm as he tried to look into the alley.
"Couldn't tell, but they found a fair amount of blood …" The officer stepped in front of Dean. "Now I'm sorry sir but I'm going to have to ask you to keep back, this is a crime scene and the perpetrator could still be in the area."
Dean swallowed hard as he looked down the alley. Had Sam been shot? If he had, how bad? And more important, where was he? Dean ran back to his car and once more began driving up and down the streets and alleys desperately searching for his brother.
"Damn it Sammy where the hell are you?" Dean's eyes filled with tears. His little brother could be badly wounded out there somewhere wandering the streets. He knew if the cops got to him first they wouldn't hesitate to shoot.
Two hours later he drove back to the motel room. He entered the room praying his brother would be there, but the room was empty with no signs that Sam had returned. Dean pulled out his cell phone and pressed his brother's number.
"Come on Sammy pick up." He said as he listened to the phone ringing. "Damn it!" He snapped the phone shut and headed back outside as he shoved the phone into his pocket.
He jumped back in the car and continued searching for his brother. Dean wiped angrily at tears that threatened to run down his face as a million questions flashed through his mind. Where was his brother? Was he the one that had been hurt? Had this spirit now taken over Sam's mind completely? If he killed the spirit inside him ….would Sam die as well?
"Damn it Sammy why didn't you leave me get you out of this town when I wanted to? Why the hell did I listen to you?"
Dean ran his hand through his hair in frustration and worry.
"Where the hell are you Sammy?"
A horrible lonely feeling came over him as he wondered if he'd ever see his brother again.
2:50 AM
Dean glanced down at his watch; he had spent the entire day looking for Sam. He knew the murders always occurred a little after three AM. Was this thing out there somewhere in Sam's body ready to kill again? He wondered if Sam actually killed the woman last night or had he stood by and watched unable to stop it he wondered? He pulled his cell phone out for the hundredth time that night and dialed Sam's number. As it rang he turned his head toward an alley way as Sam's phone with its distinct ring could be heard coming from it.
TBC
