Author's Note: this is a short chapter, but the following ones are going to be longer and hopefully better. Please review. Please. Okay, here is chapter two…
Chapter Two
"Dammit!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs, "SAM!" There was no sign of Sam anywhere around the diner. There was no sign of anyone around that place. Dean headed back to his car. His arms across the steering wheel, head resting on his arm, he mumbled angrily to himself, "Dammit! I leave him for one minute and the next, he's gone. I never should've left him. This is all my fault." He sat up, slamming his hand on the steering wheel, then swallowing his breath to stop tears from coming.
Dean didn't know what to do. Sam was missing, without a trace, and there wasn't anyone around to ask if they've seen him. Dean was at a place he's never been before, and he didn't know what could have possibly happened to Sam. He searched the whole restaurant 20 times for any clue, anything that could mean anything, but found nothing. Dean knew that he couldn't do this alone. He also knew that if he called his dad, he wouldn't pick up. There was one thing left for him to do…
Dean hated authorities. But more than that, he hated not being able o find Sam. Dean knew he didn't have many options, so he called the police.
"911, what is your emergency?" a cranky voice spoke at the other end of the line.
"Missing person," Dean hoped that the cranky voice wasn't the one he'd have to explain what happened to.
"Please hold," it answered. With a sudden crack, and a beep, it seemed as if the police has hung up. The phone was picked up again, and Dean could hear a conversation.
"Do you know who is holding you hostage?" a weird, cheery voice asked.
"No," responded another voice. Dean's felt a rush of relief and fear at the same time as he heard the second voice.
"Sam? Sam?" Dean yelled into the phone.
"Dean? Wha…?" Sam whispered.
"Sammy! Are you okay? Where are you? What happened?" Dean shouted.
"Shit…" Sam whispered, almost silently.
"What's wrong?" Dean whispered, but he didn't know why. There was a beep, indicating that Sam has hung up. "Sammy?" Dean wished that Sam had stayed on, even if just for a second longer, "SAM!"
"I'm sorry, sir, would you mind explaining what exactly just happened?" the cheery policeman's voice broke through the pause.
"Yes, I would mind," Dean hung up the phone. He didn't need the police's help. He knew it would take much longer if the police were involved. Now that Dean knew Sam was okay, he was once again himself. He was sure that he'd find some way to save his little brother.