Chap 7
As always thanks to my awesome reviews and especially to you Lilith :)
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Oh my god. You guys I am so sorry. I thought I had uploaded it but the chapter didn't take and I didn't realize it until now.
Again I'm so sorry. I know I promised yesterday, but I thought I had done it! (ducks shovel) Well it's here now! (runs away)
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He had his arms wrapped around Sam. Mommy and Daddy hadn't come back yet and this little five-year-old was scared of the storm.
(FLASH) BOOM!
Sammy jumped and curled closer to him.
"It's ok, Sammy. It's only thunder."
"But it's so loud …"
"I know, just try to go back to sleep Sammy. Mom and Dad'll be home soon…"
(FLASH) CRASH-BOOM!
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Dean awoke with a start. The thunder still ringing in his ears. He scrubbed his hands at his eyes and sat up. He looked at the bed next to him to see it was empty. He looked at the bathroom…door open, no one inside.
Dean felt panic rise up inside himself. Oh, god…they'd left him. They'd waited till he'd fallen asleep and left him here. They didn't want him, they never did. Oh god, if Dean was alone that mean he would come back for him now. He would know Dean was alone and he would take him back.
Oh god. Dean could feel himself starting to pant with fear at the idea and he quickly got out of bed. He rushed to the bathroom to see if maybe Sam was in there and Dean just didn't see him…He leaned on the sink as the panic increased when he found Sam not in there.
They left me. They didn't want me. They never did. He's gonna get me. Oh god! They left me! They left me they left me they left me—
"Dean?" Dean jumped at the voice in the doorway of the bathroom; he looked to see Sam holding two cups of coffee and a white paper bag with some logo on it. "Dean?" Sam asked again, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"You…went to get breakfast." Dean asked, in a half questioning, half relieved voice
"Yea, I got coffee and bagels-Dean, what happened? Are you ok?"
Dean walked back to his bed zombie-like. "You went to get coffee and bagels." He said, a small, bitter laugh chocked out of him.
"Dean?" Sam was royally confused "Are you ok? What's wrong?"
Dean let out another bitter laugh and ran his hands over his face before looking back up at Sam for a moments pause. "Nothin' Sammy. It's nothing…" He then stood and took a coffee from Sam. "So, what's happening today?"
"Dad said that we're gonna be heading out in about an hour or so-are you sure you're ok?"
"Yea, Sam. M'fine. Gonna grab a shower. You take one already?" Sam nodded numbly, still trying to figure out why Dean was hyperventilating when he walked in "Ok, cool. I'll be out in a bit. My shit's already packed."
And he shut the door.
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Sam kept passing quick glances over at Dean who was staring off into space next to him. His eyes flickered from the road to Dean every other minute.
'Why won't he tell me what's going on? What the hell happened this morning?' Sam shook his head and mentally scolded himself 'I shouldn't of left him alone like that…even if it was only for a minute.'
Sam opened his mouth to say something, what that something was even he didn't know, when a popping sound stopped him, the car began to slow on it's own, no matter how many times Sam hit the pedal. Dean's head swung around and started at him.
"What was that?" he asked
"I don't know." Sam said, stopping the car and waving his arm out the window at John's slowing truck. Sam got out of the car and walked around the front of the car. Dean open his car door but only got halfway out and watched as Sam opened the hood and as John and Mary exited their now parked car.
"What happened?" John asked as he approached
"I dunno," Sam said exasperatedly "We were just driving and then pop she stops workin'."
"Great." John muttered, standing next to Sam, taking a look under the hood.
A cool breeze danced through the air and Dean turned his head to look behind them from where they came. The breeze ran through his longer hair and he blinked.
"Oh god." Dean said suddenly, now getting out of the car completely, not even bothering to shut his door. "Sam you have to get this car started!" He said panickedly
"What?" He asked, standing up and bumping his head on the open hood. They would have laughed at a different time.
"We have to get out of here!" He cried
"Dean, honey what-" Mary started
"We have to get out of here!" Dean cried, rushing to the driver's side and turning the key repeatedly, getting no avail. "SHIT!"
"Wait, Dean-"
"Don't you get it!" he spun around "He's coming! We have to go!"
"You mean-" Sam started, eyes wide
"Yes!" he said in a 'Are you fucking retarded!' voice
"How do you know?" John asked, walked closer to Dean, all three now stood in front of him, confusion written all over their faces.
"Don't you feel it?" he whispered
"We can all take the truck-" John started but stopped as Dean's face went liquid-paper white, his eyes wide. "Dean-?" he started, but stopped as a new voice joined from behind them.
"Well, well, Dean. Thought you got away for good?"
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Well, my pretties! What dost thou think? .
Hang me a line, or whatever the phrase is…a clothes line maybe…
ANYWAY! Tis chapter 7, hope you enjoyed!
This weekend is a 4 day weekend! And this week a 3 day week! SWEET! (does dance) Even though I have a test every day…(stops dancing) whatever (shrug) I'll have chapter 8 up next weekend. Later chickadees! (starts dancing again)
-claire