Hey, sorry I haven't written anything in a great while. I'm currently working 6 days a week, and writing original stuff I might or might not publish on Amazon/Kindle… We'll see…
He cursed himself for not remembering any of Dean's numbers. How hard could it be? 10 digits… He knew the three first ones, he only had to remember 7…
Half an hour went by, and no results. Nothing other than a filled page of doodles.
Another half hour went by, and he gave up. He found another number on his phone.
Uncle
It rang three times, before the line was picked up. The person on the other side sighed before he answered.
"If you have this number, you probably know who you're callin'…"
His throat seemed to close up. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions at bay. It was more than a decade since he had heard that voice last.
"Bobby?" Sam's voice was shaking like a leaf.
"Wait a minute… Sammy? Is that you?"
"Yeah…" Sam nodded towards the phone.
"Damn, it's good to hear from you boy!" Bobby almost cheered. "I hope all is well…"
"Yeah, all is well with me and my family. I just have a slight problem…"
"Oh yeah?" Bobby cleared his voice. "Hope it doesn't have anything to do with what you used to do…?"
Sam chuckled a bit. "No, it doesn't…"
"Good…" the older hunter was pleased.
"Or, well… Maybe, sorta…"
"Okay?"
"I've got this horrible feeling, it's lasted for a couple of days now… I can't seem to shake it…" Sam tried to explain, as he gestured wildly into the air in front of him.
"Go on…"
"Do you know anything about Dean? If he's…"
Alive… Dead…? The words weren't spoken, but Bobby understood them just the same.
"He's alive, son…"
"You sure? You've spoken to him today?"
"Well, yeah…"
"OH THANK GOD!" Sam stretched back and his back cracked. "I've been so afraid, and I couldn't remember his numbers… And I couldn't find 'em either!"
"Do you want to talk to him?"
"is he there?"
"He's been here for a few days now. I'm pretty sure he would love hearing your voice again!"
A lump formed in Sam's throat once again. He hadn't had the time to get nervous before this. Was he going to sound the same? Was he the same big brother he remembered? Was he Dean?
"Okay! If he's not busy, I'd love that!"
"Just give me a minute, and I'll give him the phone…"
On the other end of the line Sam could hear faint footsteps, and he imagined Bobby walking from the table where he kept all the phones, into the hallway and further into the living room.
"Phone for ya…" Sam heard Bobby say.
"Who is it?" That was Dean, and the lump that had started building in Sam's throat got even bigger.
"Answer and find out…" the older man teased.
Sam heard a groan, like someone had difficulty of moving, then he heard a hand clasp around the phone. Then he heard Dean's breath as he prepared to speak.
"Hello?"
"Dean… Damn, it's good to hear your voice!" Sam grinned into the phone.
"Sammy? Is that you?"
"Yeah!"
"Is everything alright? Jess, the kids?" Dean's voice suddenly seemed more alert, almost frightened.
"Yeah, all is good here…" Sam smiled, "Wait, you know about the kids?"
"I keep tabs on my little brother you know…" Dean said with a sense of pride in his voice. Then he strangled a gasp of pain as he moved his leg more than he ought to.
Sam huffed some air out his nose, "Yeah, I guess I should expect that…"
"So… If all is well, why are you calling?" Sam heard the confusion in Dean's voice, and he could have kicked himself. It had been more than a decade since he had had any sort of contact with his brother. The once most important human being in his world.
"I- I… I… Dean, are you okay?"
"Sure Sammy… I'm doing great…" Dean lied, scowling down at his cast.
"Good…" Sam breathed a sigh of relief, "I mean, are you sure?"
"Yeah Sammy. I'm fine…" Dean chuckled nervously, "Why are you asking?"
"Because I've had this really bad feeling for days now… And I can't shake it, and…" Sam ran a hand through his long hair in frustration, "I'm worried about you…"
"Why?"
"Because I feel like something's wrong! Or about to go wrong!"
"Trust me, Sammy… Everything is alright here..." Dean lied, "Nothing to worry 'bout… Just need a little help with some lore, Bobby's helping me with that… Don't worry, okay?"
Sam nodded on the other end of the line. Then he heard Bobby's voice, but he couldn't make out the words. Somehow it sounded like one of those Bobby-threats he knew from way back when, those threats meant to make life easier for yourself once you realized you were an 'idjit'.
He heard Dean pull a deep breath, then he sighed like when he knew he had lost an argument.
"Okay… I might not be speaking the full truth…" Dean cleared his throat, "But I'm fine, I really am… And you and your family is safe… So don't go on and do something stupid, okay?"
"Dean?"
"I just messed up my leg, that's all…" Dean cleared his throat, again. "I'm staying at Bobby's until I'm healed up a bit more…"
"When?"
"Little over a week ago, Tuesday…"
"I knew it!"
"You knew it?"
"Yeah, I haven't been able to relax lately…" Sammy explained, before continuing. "Hey, I've got some days free next week, mind if I get on a plane and come visit?"
"You really think that's a good idea?" Dean said with a worried tone.
"Yeah, why not?"
"You got out, man… Don't pull yourself into this shit again..."
"I won't. I just need to see my brother and my uncle."
"Sammy, I'm begging you… Please…"
"Dean."
"How 'bout, we visit instead? Once I'm a little better, and ready to travel…"
"I'm coming. End of story."
"Sammy…"
"I promise not to hunt, okay?"
Sam could hear his brother's frustration on the other end of the line, but he didn't really care. He needed to see Dean in person, now.
Okay, this story kinda went to the fanfic graveyard on my computer for a while… Because I tend to make 10 different projects for myself at once…
Sorry…
Hope you enjoy it, even though it took forever before I posted this chapter…
