Left Behind
Chapter 3: Contact
They grasped each other's hand as the train gave a lurch as it started to move back towards Kansas City. Mary was still silent, but tense. And John was worried. They were both stressed and especially for Mary, being stressed was not good for the baby and all they needed was for Mary to go into early labour on the train. He was still uneasy about the false labour pains that his wife had earlier. And it wouldn't help if she were exhausted. They were both plagued with a range of emotions during the past four hours. During the train ride they had questioned constantly to the attendants if they had reached a call to the station in Kansas City. All they got as a response was that they couldn't get a call through and that they were working on it. That led to his wife starting a triad against the poor assistant about how the train wasn't going fast enough, and that they weren't trying hard enough. John had to apologize and sweet talk Mary back into her seat. She had sent him a glare and focused again on the passing scenery. Hormones.
Their luck turned around with one hour until they hit Kansas City. John looked up as an attendant walked down the aisle towards them with a smile on her face.
"John Winchester?"
"Yes?"
"We finally got a call through to Kansas City."
"And?" This came from Mary, who had now attached her hand to John's forearm and was squeezing quite painfully.
"They have reports from people that had seen a young boy that looks an awful like your son."
"Do they have him? Do they know where he is?" John asked. He had laid his hand on Mary's, which was gripping his arm.
"I'm afraid not, though they have called the local authorities."
Mary face blanched. "The police?"
The attendant cleared her throat. "Security cameras show a young male taking your son from the train station." She gave them a sympathetic smile.
Mary's breath caught. Kidnapped. Her son had been kidnapped.
Dean's hand was firmly held in Blake's as they and Charlie made their way across the street from the train station to a courtyard that housed a small, outside diner. They ordered some food for Dean and watched in amusement as Dean inhaled his chicken strips and fries. Blake felt utterly content in that moment. It seemed he couldn't stop smiling.
"What are we going to do with him?"
Blake turned his face to Charlie. "Dean? I thought we discussed this."
"Yeah I know you're taking him with us. What I mean is how are we going to look after him? Are we going to take him shoplifting with us?"
Blake sighed, thinking of how to answer him when Charlie came up with one for himself.
"Yes he is."
Blake started protesting. "Dude..."
"Listen, he's a cute kid, young and I bet any person with a heart would cave for him."
"You want to use this small, innocent boy and corrupt him?"
Charlie looked at him head long. "Listen you don't want him in the system. I get that. You want to bring him with us, that's alright. But seriously. Living with us, learning from us is not the best thing for him if you want to keep him safe."
Damn the situation they were in. Looking at Dean, with his unruly hair and dimples, he got the feeling of what a parent would feel for their child. To keep them from any harm or danger. But hell, he knew from his life experiences that no parent could ever do that. The world eventually would reach the small child. That was life.
"Yeah, I get you man."
Charlie nodded. "We just have to do the best we can with this kid."
"Get him ready for the world."
"Damn we sound old."
Blake barked out a laugh, and watched Dean as he finished up his plate.
"Want a piece?" Charlie showed Blake a packet of gum that he pulled from his jacket. Blake shook his head, and Charlie shrugged and took one out for him.
Charlie took the wrapper from his gum and threw it towards the garbage but had it bounce off the rim and onto the ground.
"Don't litter!" Charlie was stopped stupid at the yell from the small boy. Blake burst out laughing at the look on his friends face. Dean's face was set in a scowl.
"Mommy says that littering is bad."
"Yeah Charlie, no littering." Blake couldn't help but tease his friend at being called off by a small boy.
Charlie grumbled slightly but got up and put the wrapper in its proper place.
"Charlie?" Blake asked, as he saw his friend freeze as he reached the garbage can. He slowly turned and walked back casually to the table and sat down. Blake looked at him questionably.
"We got police."
How did they not notice it before? Three police cars had gathered at the front of the train station and by the looks of things the police men were starting to walk the streets, and starting to cross the road.
"Dude, we stayed in this area long enough. We usually get our goods and then leave."
"I didn't steal. Did you?"
"How do you think I paid for lunch?"
Blake cursed.
"You swore!" Dean yelled at Blake.
"What's with this kid?" Charlie exclaimed. Blake looked around and saw that they had caught one of the cop's attentions and was making his way over. Blake caught Charlie's glance and they both nodded. Blake grasped Dean's hand and stood and started to walk through the courtyard, away from the oncoming police man.
"What's going on? I'm sorry I yelled!" Dean bit out, his face scrunched up. He didn't want Blake to leave him as well.
Blake leaned down and said to him, "It's okay Dean, don't worry about it. Just stay with me, okay?"
Dean nodded and clenched Blake's hand tighter, his other arm still holding on to Peppy.
Out of the corner of his eye, Blake noticed Charlie veering off from them, hopefully taking the attention of the cop to himself. Blake wasn't worried. Charlie knew the streets and could lose the police man. They had set up escape plans if they ever got the police on their tail. Only the cop didn't follow Charlie. They were walking towards him.
Author's Note: Okay. I have a poll up in my profile that asks if you want me to post a short version of this story, 5-6 chapters, or the extended version where the story spans a longer time period and who knows how many chapters right now. Your thoughts? I can do either one. Lol