Chapter 3
Sam lay in bed, listening to the shallow but even breath of his big brother. It has ben three weeks since his vision. Three long weeks waiting for either another one or for the vision to come true. Sam knew he was acting stupid, but he needed Dean. Sam nearly jumped out of his skin when his cell rang. He was too tired for this.
"Hello?" he answered groggily. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them.
"Uh, Sam?"the other replied. Sam froze in his movement.
"Dad?" he asked, to make sure that it was real, that he wasn't dreaming.
"Yea, son. I-I was just calling to check in on you boys." His father said.
"Um, we're doing ok, but we-when are you coming back?" Sam tried.
"Not for a while." John Winchester said quietly.
"But dad-" Sam was cut off.
"It has to be this way. How's Dean doing?"
"Better than I thought he would. He's keeping it together, surviving." Sam said quietly, not wanting to wake his brother.
"And you?" John asked.
"I'm getting by." Sam said simply.
"Sam." His father said forcefully.
"Ok, I worry. I worry about you. I worry about Dean. I worry about dying. I'm afraid of Dean dying..." Sam stopped, not trusting himself to go on.
"What-? No one is going to die. You boys are strong. Stronger than I could ever imagine." John coaxed his son.
"Yea, when we're together." Sam whispered. John went on as if he hadn't heard.
"Look, I have to go. Tell Dean that I-just tell him I'm ok."
"Yes, sir." Sam answered and closed the phone. He looked over at Dean, very surprised to see him staring back. The silence thickened, neither sure of what to say. Sam spoke first.
"How much did you hear?" he asked.
"Enough. Where is he?" Dean asked, his voice hard and cold.
"I don't know. He didn't say." was Sam's answer. Again the silence came. Sam was just about to lie back down when Dean spoke softly.
"You didn't tell him." This caught Sam by surprise.
"'Cause we're going to stop this from happening. 'Nite, Dean." Sam said, hoping Dean would let it go.
"Yea." Dean said, unsure. "'Nite Sammy." Dean whispered, turning to his side.
so?...i kno...a little short...but thats all i have for now...i totally have writers block...TBC
