A/N this is the last chapter for my Gorillaz one. Thanks for reading. I decided to cap it at five as dragging it out longer didn't seem like the best idea. I have a few other stories I wanna work on first, so maybe I'll get back to this one later on, I'm not sure. This one was my first fic published on here and I'm glad about how it turned out. Anyways, here's the finale (?) to Point Of No Return. Edit: fixed grammar issues.
Chapter 5: Do Ya Thing
Dean eagerly awaited the return of his long lost younger brother. Although, in most cases (especially when they were kids) the roles were reversed on who cared more about who. But Dean never stopped caring for his brother even when he abandoned his family to go to college.
Of course, Dean knew that Sam was fully capable of taking care of himself but the maternal instinctive feeling he's had all his life to protect his brother had never fully faded away from him. He also feared that at this point, without a word from him for weeks he'd been long since dead after that whale came along and swallowed him whole.
Dean still held out hope that his brother would come back, I mean that isn't much of a stretch considering how many times they've collectively died and then resurrected from the dead. So, Dean waited until that day, but in the meantime, he needed to get back into the hunting game. Those motel bills got pricey real fast and his visa cards were not helping the situation.
One thing still stuck in Dean's mind, outside of the separation anxiety and possible homelessness in a foriegn country, Murdoc. That bastard just up and left him there by the pier a while ago. Clearly the man's got cash, so he must have some kind of place around here (even if he currently wasn't staying in it). So, Dean set out to hunt a different kind of monster than usual. The local paper proved useful as once again good ol' Niccals made the cover again, only this time he was on the comics page.
Ol' Massive Dick didn't last very long with Sam, 2-D and piles upon piles of garbage inside its stomach. The sorry bastard bit the dust, as it unfortunately beached itself on land. Sam crawled out its stomach, 2-D trailing just behind him.
Sam, being the natural born hunter, started exploring the area around them. 2-D kept around the same area as he pulled out the essentials that remained inside the poor sods stomach. All he could salvage were his beloved Casio, and few spare cans of garbage. Sam went a little too far ahead, as 2-D desperately looked around for him.
In his panic, he believed he was all alone again. At first he thought he should set up some kind of camp for himself. Maybe he should just wait until he gets back, or maybe he should call for help. He could draw some kind of message in the sand and hope someone comes to rescue him. His stomach started to grumble, he tried remembering the last time he actually ate anything. 2-D looked at the corpse of Massive Dick, he pitied the poor creature.
An hour passed, and Sam still hadn't returned yet. 2-D worried about what happened to him out there in the wild. The first thing that came to his mind in that moment had been murder (animal or otherwise he had no way of knowing) or perhaps Sam found somewhere and just forgot about 2-D. 2-D scrounged around for materials to build a fire.
He dug out some rocks to use from the shallow parts of the water, and made a short trip through the forest for firewood. He dropped down the supplies, as he started building a small fire. 2-D reached into his pocket to grab his small lighter, as he carefully placed it by the sticks. It took a few tries for it to work, but it kept him warm enough.
The shadow of Massive Dick's corpse remained in 2-D's view through the flames. 2-D's stomach got worse, as the rumbling of his stomach got louder.
Just as he was about to make the shameful walk over to the deceased animal, with his small wooden spear he forged himself, to commit the atrocious act of devouring the whale's flubber. Sam spotted the flames from the distance and made his way back over to 2-D.
"Hey-Hey! I found somewhere we can stay" Sam shouted from the distance, 2-D turned to the sound but in the darkness he could see where the sound was coming from. Just a flashlight in the distance, glaring from the trees.
"Who's there? Show yourself," 2-D shouted back, as he went into defensive mode.
"Dude it's me! Sam Winchester! Just come with me and I found food!" Sam shouted back, he ran over towards the fire as he noticed a blue dot standing by the flames.
"Sam? I can' see you mate, where-where are you" 2-D responded back as he tried searching the area, only to blindly stumble around like a mummy with its wrapping around its face.
"Woah hey, I got you man," Sam said, as he finally managed to get over to 2-D, 2-D held onto Sam for a moment as the two hugged.
"You-you found food," 2-D's stomach grumbled in time, Sam reassured him.
"Yea, here come on. Let's get out of here," Sam took the lead, pointing his flashlight ahead of them.
2-D stood behind him, as he kept watch from behind as he took one of the lit branches from the fire along with him, with his Casio tucked under his arm.
After a few minutes, the two finally made it back to civilization. Sam led the way back to the motel he had just booked out for the two of them. Sam handed him a pile of clothes and a towel.
"Shower is all yours, I'm gonna go get you some food. Is there anything else you need?" Sam asked him, as he got his room key and went to the door.
2-D smiled, he teared up a bit at how kind Sam was to him.
"I could go for a cig if you don' mind, mate" 2-D responded, Sam nodded as he left, locking the door behind him.
2-D immediately hopped into the shower, he sang to his heart's content in the shower, belting out his favourites off the playlist he kept on his phone. 2-D looked in the mirror, wiping away the mist, to see himself for the first time since Plastic Beach. His stubble grew out more, his hair disheveled and dripping with his eyes back to being white with bags under them. Sam came back a couple of hours later, with a bag of crisps and burgers. The two went to sleep that night, as 2-D dreamed about his journey through the seas.
The next morning, 2-D got up and went out to the patio for a smoke. Sam went out for breakfast, and came back to their room around 11am. As gratitude for helping him, 2-D proposed his idea.
"I fink I'm gonna head back home. Muds mus' be around here somewhere. I bet your brotha is around here too, he seems like the type to take charge," 2-D said to Sam, Sam wasn't against the idea but he wondered if it was the best idea considering past events. Regardless, Sam packed up his stuff, returned the room and the two of them booked it over to 212 Wobble street (he found out from social media where Murdoc ended up as he messaged him online).
2-D reunited with his chosen family, and Sam managed to find Dean again. 2-D left Sam two exclusive passes for them. In case, their paths were to ever cross again.
To Be Continued