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And Jen, I think this chapter answers your question :)
Let's read.
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Sam bit his finger anxiously. Dean hadn't answered the call that Sam had just tried to make, and from what Sam could tell, his brother ignored the call. Which must mean that Dean didn't feel like talking. But at least it meant his brother was alive and well.
He sighed, rubbing his forehead tiredly. He had just arrived in California. Unfortunately, he and Meg had parted ways, because apparently, there were two buses that departed at the same time, and Meg had accidentally gotten on the bus heading for Ohio.
At that moment, Sam was heading for the payphone that John had called from. He figured that maybe he would get some idea as to where John was from there.
He wasn't mistaken. He found the phone booth, and just across the street, there was a motel that looked very cheap and really crappy—a perfect place to look if you were looking for a Winchester. Sam went inside and went up to the front desk, where an elderly man waited for him.
Sam gave the man the smile he always gave when he was trying to get information, and began to describe his father. Maybe, just maybe, John had passed through…
The old man squinted his eyes, looking in deep thought. Then he met Sam's gaze again. "You mean John Fisher?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, he's my dad."
The old man stretched out. "Mm-hm, your father is in the room at the end of the hall. Number eight. There are two beds in there. Would you like me to check you in?"
Sam nodded again. "Yes. My name is Sam…Sam Fisher."
The man yawned and waved in the direction of the hall. "Okay there, sonny, go on in… I'm pretty sure the guy is in there right now."
Sam thanked the man and trotted down the hall, growing nervous. He hadn't seen his father in years. And, finally, they were going to be face-to-face for the first time since their last argument. Sam had to admit, he would feel a lot better if Dean were here with him… When Dean was there, he'd always seem to bridge the gap that was sometimes present between Sam and John.
Sam stopped right in front of John's door. He knew this was the right place, because if he looked hard enough, he would spot the salt grains that lined the threshold. He raised a shaking hand and carefully knocked a few times on the door.
Sam listened carefully and he heard a grunt from the inside.
"Who is it?"
Sam froze at his father's question. Who is it? He shuddered and tried to quell the emotions that bubbled up inside of him. "It's…it's Sam."
Seconds later, the door flung open, and John was right in his face, staring at him. He looked at his youngest for a long time before peering over Sam's shoulder. Sam realized that he must have been looking for Dean.
"Dean's not here, Dad," Sam said. "I came alone."
John's eyes snapped back to his. "Your brother let you come here alone?" he asked tightly, bringing Sam into the room and shutting the door.
"…Yeah."
John turned to Sam and glared. "Don't you ever listen to what I say? Where is your brother?"
"Were you ordered him to go," Sam shot back hotly.
"And of course, he went there, and then just let you come here alone. God, what a…" John's face turned dark. "I thought I told you, Sam, not to come here."
"But, Dad!"
"No buts! This is way too dangerous for you! I know you want revenge, son, but I don't want you to get killed!"
"Dad, I'm not going to leave you. You're going to need me, because I know you can't take down this thing yourself!"
John's dark look held its ground. "I'm going to call your brother right now, and then you're going to go with him."
Sam shook his head in disbelief. "Don't call Dean all the way out here! If I really wanted to leave, I'd just take a bus!"
"He's coming here so he can take you, and make sure you don't come back," John said angrily. "Besides, I'd like to speak to him, because clearly you aren't the only one who doesn't listen to me."
"What the hell are you talking about!"
But John was already storming out, striding over to the payphone across the street. Sam followed closely, and even when John closed the phone booth door in his face, he could still hear the words that his father spoke to Dean clearly. His father's tone took on a dangerous air, and it definitely seemed to say you're in deep shit.
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Dean didn't bother to look and see who was calling before he picked up his phone and flipped it open. He knew only Sam would call him, so he answered with an irritated, "What?"
"Dean," his father's gruff, but apparently pissed off, voice answered him, making Dean sit up straighter in his seat. "Get your ass over here right now." And then his father rambled off directions to some crap motel in Sacramento.
"Dad, what's—"
"Dean, don't you dare question me! Come here, right now!"
"Yes sir," Dean replied instantly.
Click.
Dean took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Damn it, it must be Sammy, he thought to himself. He bit his lip hard. Well…I can't run away, now can I? I'm just going to have to haul ass over there and rescue my baby brother…again…
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Sorry for the short chappy...
And I needed to get rid of Meg, seeing how she's a evil-bitchy-demon and all... It might have been cheesy, her going off to Ohio, but jeez, I needed to get rid of her ass... (...yeah...)
Please review. The more reviews I get, the quicker the next chapter will be up (I have it all primed and ready, if you're ready to have it...)
