Here it is! Finally--an update. (Despite it's shortness in length) Again I am so sorry, and yes, sadley, this is a filler chapter. (cringes) After this expect four more chapters, which will be out eventually. Thank you so much for your patience, and no, I don't own Supernatural or the guys.
A tall lean man was walking quickly. His jacket was worn but he looked pretty healthy. A mop of dark hair shielded his features, except when his head turned and his bright eyes zoomed in on Dean briefly.
Sam saw Dean and kept on walking,
Dean Winchester was rarely surprised.
When a ghost or spirit snuck up and attacked, Dean was startled. When he realized who was causing the trouble in a case, he was anxious. It took a lot to really shock Dean. But that had.
He knew Sam had seen him, had seen Sam's eyes meet him for a split second before flickering back to the road ahead. "Sam?" Dean said. "Sam!"
There was a car, a big white jeep, going down the road, but Dean crossed in front of it and ran after Sam. "Sam!" he called again. Sam kept walking, his long legs beating the ground.
Dean had reached an intersection. Sam ran across the street, but Dean was stopped by the same white jeep. It only took a second, but when the other side of the street was in view again, Sam had vanished. Cliché, Dean thought vaguely as he stared at the empty sidewalk across the street. Pretty damn cliché.
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The demon liked Sam's body. It was interesting. It possessed powers.
So the demon walked on using Sam's legs, past Sam's brother and off to a very secret place. The demon wasn't quite ready for John and Dean. There was still a little more business to be taken care of.
Yet the demon couldn't resist baiting John, so the morning after Dean spotted "Sam," he found a small note taped onto the car's rearview mirror.
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"I knew it," Dean said as he stared at the note. He turned to John. "It was Sam. It really was."
An uneasy feeling attacked John's stomach. He grabbed the note and read it quickly.
This is Sam.
Don't look for me. I'm here in Salvation and I'm fine. We can meet up soon and I'll explain to you what's going on.
In the meantime stay slow. Things are worse than you think.
I know a lot more about that thing that killed Mom and Jess. It's not safe to write it here though, or to talk yet.
And in case you don't think it's really me talking, the code words are "airplane fright."
Sam
"I don't like it," John muttered.
"The code words don't mean a damn thing," Dean agreed, tossing the note onto the car's hood.
John picked it up and read it again, his eyes glued to certain sentences.
"So what do we do?" Dean asked. John looked at him, really looked at him. Dean was pale and his mouth closed immediately when he was done talking. No charming smiles or bull. This was Dean but it wasn't Dean. Vaguely John knew he should be worried about both sons, that it was only a matter of time before Dean turned. But then he blinked and heard the question.
He sighed. "We wait."
So there you go, a short filler chapter before a few long dramatic ones. Thanks for reading
And here's a small preview for what's going to happen next chapter: their going to find Sam in a place they've never been to but we've seen, and Dean's going to bite his first human.