Hey guys! I hope you had an amazing Fourth of July if you live in America! I didn't do much. I've been workin the last few days. so I apologize for this coming later. I'm actually working today as I'm writing this. Well, I'm watching the Cinema Snob on YouTube. Enjoy the chapter!

Hunted Part 1

We just finished a hunt where there was some kind of Croatoan virus. Me and Dean didn't get infected thankfully. Sam got bit, but he was never infected. Dean drove us out to a lake. I feel like we're about to have a very emotional talk. This always does.

"So, least night. You want to tell me what the Hell you were talking about?" Sam asks taking a swig of his beer. Dean had mentioned he was tired of this job. I would be too if I had been doing this my entire life. Right now, I wanna keep on going.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"What do I mean? I mean you said you were tired of the job, and that it wasn't just because of Dad."

"Forget it."

"No. I can't. No way."

"Come on man, I thought we were both going to die. You can't hold that over me."

"No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap with me, man. You're talking." Dean looks to me for help. I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Dean, please, talk." I say. Dean sighs.

"And what if I don't?" Dean asks.

"Then I guess we'll just have to keep asking until you do." Sam says.

"I don't know, man. I just think maybe we ought to...go to the Grand Canyon."

"What?"

"Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across the country. You know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan."

"You're not making any sense."

"I think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?"

"Why are you saying all this?" Dean shakes his head and turns away. "No, no, no, no, Dean. You're my brother, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit."

"I can't. I promised."

"Who?"

"Dad."

"What are you talking about?" Dean looks down.

"Right before Dad died, he told me something." He takes a deep breath and looks at Sam. "He told me something about you."

"What? Dean, what did he tell you?"

"He said that he wanted me to watch out for you, to take care of you."

"He told you that a million times."

"No, this time was different. He said that I have to save you."

"Save me from what?"

"He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered, and that if I couldn't, I'd..."

"You'd what, Dean?"

"That I'd have to kill you. He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."

"Kill him? What the heck is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"I don't know."

"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?" Sam asks.

"Nothing, that's it, I swear."

"How could you not have told us this?"

"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to."

"Who cares!" Sam yells. "Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!" Are we about to split up?

"You think I wanted this? Huh?" Dean yells back. "I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Sam turns away. We're definitely splitting up.

"We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the Hell all this means."

"We do? I've been thinking about this. I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer, and that way I can make sure-"

"What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?" Sam asks interrupting Dean.

"I never said that."

"Jeez, if you're not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean."

"I never said that! Damnit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the Hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it, but we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"

"Forget it."

"Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please." Dean begs. Sam nods. We get into the Impala and drive back to the hotel. We ate dinner and watched some tv before we went to bed. I wake up before Dean the next day to find that Sam is gone. His bag is gone, and there's no sign of him. I get up quickly and throw a pillow at Dean.

"Dean!" I yell. He groans and rolls over. "Dean! Sam's gone!" I say again. That gets Dean up. He looks around and quickly grabs his phone. I do the same and start calling everyone that knows Sam. No one knows where he is. We check out and drive off to see if we can find anything. After a while of driving, Dean's phone starts ringing. He picks it up.

"Hello?" Pause. "Hey, have you heard from Sam?" Pause. "Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after the kid." Pause. "Thanks." Dean hangs up and puts the pedal to the metal.

To Be Continued...

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