AN: ok... I'm having trouble with the site, but will update ASAP just because I know there's going to be some upset people by the end of the chapter. Hope you enjoy anyways...
Scaredscaredscared…runrunrun…nonononono…whatwasthat…coldwethomewhere…
Thunder continued to crash and lightening pierced the darkness of the sky as a lone dark figure raced through the night terrified and lost with a frayed piece of rope dangling from his neck as the rain continued to pour down soaking the poor creature until its fur was plastered to its body and ears flat against its head.
As the storm continued to rage, the skies began to lighten giving the normally nocturnal creatures of the night a glimpse of the truly miserable puppy that continued on its haphazard path in the effort to find shelter, but continued about their business of staying safe and warm in their own homes.
The sound of whimpering floated through the breaking day quickly getting lost in the echoing thunder and with it the pups hopes of being found and taken home.
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Dean had been looking for Sammy for the past four hours on foot thinking that the best way to find his four legged brother would be to try and follow him, but that was before he realized that he was attempting to track down a terrified puppy in the middle of a thunder storm. Yeah, not the most brilliant notion he'd had in awhile, but it was the only thing he could think of considering the Impala was still down and Bobby's truck needed to stay with its owner in case the older man got a valid lead and needed to head out.
Sighing, he was getting more and more frustrated as he had to admit that he lost the little furball's trail, and didn't that sit wrong with him – he'd never not been able to find his little brother. Maybe that was the problem though, maybe he'd lost his big brother powers and now he was doomed to roam the Earth in search of the one person he'd never be able to find again.
It took him a moment to realize that his phone was vibrating and it took him another moment to remember he did that in case he didn't hear it over the noise of the thunder. Not bothering to look at who was calling, he instantly answered and wasn't shocked by the voice, but definitely was with the words.
"So, you tired of moping around or did you want to stay out there until your panties are soaked too, princess?"
"I can't find him Bobby… he's scared out of his mind and alone and…"
"…and will still be out there alone if you catch your death of pneumonia ya idjit. Now get back here, dry off, and we'll figure out what to do next." Bobby interrupted before hanging up abruptly, letting the younger man know that it wasn't a request.
Not happy about this turn of events, Dean turned back towards the direction of the salvage yard and picked up the pace in hopes that by the time he got back Bobby would have some news for him.
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Bobby hung up from talking to Dean and rubbed a hand over his face. Yeah, he knew Dean was beating himself up over losing Sam, but he wasn't the only one. He could still see a much younger Sammy curled up under an old Army blanket shivering in fright as a storm raged overhead and John explaining how they had been caught in a tornado once and the kid hadn't gotten completely over it. Not that he blamed the kid, he'd been through some storms that had made him sure the devil himself had been let lose, so yeah… he could understand wholeheartedly. Now though they had a missing Sam in puppy form loose because the remaining members of the kid's family had forgotten how to take care of him.
'Damn it Sam, where are you boy?' he thought harshly as he sent a prayer up to the heavens that someone was watching over him, since it was obvious that those who were supposed to had fallen down on the job.
Picking up the phone he began where he left off, determined to call everyone in town if he had to and no… he didn't care what time it was or if the person on the other end of the line hadn't woken up yet. He had made it about half way through his book of local contacts and acquaintances when he heard the heavy steps on the porch. Not bothering to look up, he continued with his calls until his vision began to blur and knew he needed another cup of coffee.
The light on in the kitchen didn't do much to add any cheer to the occupants, but it was as they wanted at the moment. Without the missing member of their family, they didn't want to enjoy themselves even for a minute.
"Any luck?" Dean asked hoarsely as he nursed another cup of coffee, not bothering to look at the older man in the effort of keeping his own guilt hidden.
"Not yet, but I'm not done yet. The Sorenson's have a farm that seems to get their fair share of strays and they're next on the list. They might not have seen him, but maybe they can keep a lookout." Bobby said with a heavy sigh as he sat down at the small table. "So… he chewed through the rope."
Nodding, Dean continued to look at his coffee as he said, "Yeah… the kid was scared and probably was whining most of the night before he worked his way lose."
Knowing that there wasn't much more he could say Bobby took a deep breath, finished his coffee quickly before muttering something about more calls and overdue favors before leaving Dean to his thoughts.
'Where are you Sammy?' Dean thought sadly as he looked out the window and worried about how the storm seemed to be getting worse.
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The wind howled, causing the pup to curl into a ball in the effort of waiting it out, but instinctively knew that he needed to be someplace else. The ground below him was too hard and didn't give any break in the wind. Whimpering again, he made his way across the hard black ground and was barely across when he heard a loud blaring noise and felt a huge wave of cold air that crashed into him leaving him feel even colder and wetter than before. A sudden sneeze broke free leaving him snuffling his nose on the green wet grass.
Not knowing where he was and no longer able to smell anything familiar, he slowly made his way to a grove of trees and laid under the branches of a fallen log, whimpering in fear as the storm continued to make its way through the area.
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"Dean, I think I've got a lead!" Bobby yelled as he raced across the house while shoving a heavy jacket on. Seeing Dean jump up made him wonder if maybe he made a mistake in getting the boy's hopes up. "You know what… let me go and scout it out. If it turns out to be him then…"
"No Bobby, I'm going. Where is he?" Dean asked, worried that something had already happened and he hadn't been there to stop it.
Bobby wasn't sure what he should do, but he knew that as stubborn as the Winchester men were he wouldn't be able to keep Dean from following. "I don't know for sure if it's him Dean, but Maybelle Torres said that she saw a soaked pup on the road and nearly hit him on her way home from the night shift at the diner. She would have stopped except her son Brian is sick and she had to get back to him." Seeing Dean's panicked face he continued in a rush, "She made sure I knew that he was fine, she didn't hit him and that he went toward the forest just on the south side of town off the highway."
"The south side of… Bobby, how the hell did he…?"
"He was scared. Fear will do strange things to people and animals both. So how about we get out there and bring that boy home?" Bobby said with confidence. He could tell that Dean was worried, and he had every right to be, but at the moment they needed to get out there and find Sam before something else happened to the kid.
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A truck pulled over to the side of the road and two figures carefully got out of the cab before reaching in the back and grabbing their equipment.
"You know Sandy, there are some days I really hate my job."
Nodding, Sandy Garrett agreed with her partner knowing exactly what Jeff was talking about. Most of the time they were just around to make sure the neighborhood animals were treated right, but at times there would be some starved and mistreated animal that they had to take back and hope they found a home for; it looked like today would be one of those days.
With the rain still pouring steadily down, they had seen the bundle of fur under some branches and knew that either some kid had lost their pet or some poor animal was in need of decent shelter. However, when they saw the frayed piece of rope they both looked at each other and grimaced, sure that whoever had this poor pup before surely didn't deserve it. Taking advantage of the sound of the storm as well as the sleeping condition of the pup, they gently threaded their noose around the small head before coaxing the drenched animal awake and urging it to follow in an effort not to hurt it. It was hard to ignore the frightened whimpers, and even harder not to pull on the pole in the effort to get the small mound of black fur to the truck, however the closer they got the more force they had to use and finally they had to pick him up and toss him in the back before shutting and locking the door.
"Yeah, definitely hate my job." Sandy muttered as she got into the driver's seat and closed the door that had emblazoned on the side, "Sioux City Animal Shelter"
