Yay! Finally got a new chapter typed up...super sorry to my fellow Supernaturalists for the wait ^^;
With more time on my hands, u'd think I'd be able to type more sooner, huh? Yeah, well I would if I didn't get distracted so easily :P Plus I procrastinate, so that's another reason...but I'll try updating sooner ^^;
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This ep takes place between the season 1 eps "Scarecrow" and "Faith"
Supernatural: Eric Kripke! :D
When John recovered from whatever had happened to him, he felt a bit dizzy and disoriented. He realized he was standing in the middle of the walkway and looked around, noticing that the other patrons looked about the same way he felt as they slowly stood up, holding onto shelves and aisles to balance themselves.
"Huh," he mused. "What the hell? Dean, do you-"
John froze when he turned around and didn't see Dean behind him. His heart raced as he hurried back to the sweets aisle. He felt a sinking feeling in his gut when he saw that Dean wasn't even there anymore.
"Dean!" John cried, forgetting about his cart of groceries as he hurried throughout the entire store in desperate search for his son. But he saw no sign of him. One of the Wal-Mart personnel came up to him after receiving notices about a frantic man running through the store, calling out for his kid.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you need help?" the elderly woman asked him in a sweet, caring voice. John looked down at her with red, puffy eyes. He looked a bit confused, as if he couldn't figure out why she was there. But he quickly recovered and shook his head.
"My son is missing, I need to find him!"
"Oh dear. Well don't worry, sir. Children get lost in here all the time, it's nothing-"
"IT IS NOT NOTHING!" John yelled out of sheer panic and worry. "My son is deaf and blind, and it's all my fault! He may be 27 years old, but he can't take care of himself in his predicament! Now he's gone and I'm the one who's going to have to tell his little brother that I failed to do the one thing he's asked me to do! Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go."
John then turned his back on the startled woman and stormed out of the store, forgetting about his purchases and jumped into the Impala. As he started the engine, he began to think how he was going to break the news to an overprotective son and an old hunter who had a weapon of some sorts within reach at all time.
SPNSPNSPN
Sam glanced out the window for about the millionth time for the past hour and a half, looking out for any sign of his brother's beloved Impala. He sighed in frustrated anxiety and checked his watch for the umpteenth time then returned his gaze back to the window. Even Clare seemed agitated. She sat ramrod straight on the windowsill, staring unblinkingly outside with wide, green eyes. Her tail swished back and forth, the tip twitching now and then. Any movement that caught her attention caused her to quickly snap her head in that direction. She growled impatiently a few times.
Sam chuckled and scratched her back, which caused her to chirrup but remain attentive.
"I know how you feel, sweetie," Sam sighed and jumped as a hand fell upon his shoulder. He looked up at Bobby who was grinning down at him.
"You plan on staying there all day?" Bobby asked jokingly, moving to sit down on the couch beside Sam.
"Just until Dean and Dad get back," Sam responded with a nervous glance back outside.
"Sam, you've been sitting there since they left. Don't you think you're a littIe, I don't know, paranoid?"
"I'm sorry, Bobby, I can't help it. That witch is out there, Dean is too vulnerable, and I don't really trust Dad to keep his promise."
"Sam, as much as I'd love to agree with you, your daddy seems to have really turned over a new leaf since Dean's incident. I think he really is bearing the guilt of causing it."
Sam scoffed. "He should be."
"Your father is trying his best to fix this. He'd be damned if anything got in his way."
Sam's face softened as Bobby's words sunk in. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Bobby. It's just….Dean's my big brother. He's looked after me for all his life and I really want to return the favor to him. It's my turn to be the protector, and I'm not going to let him down."
Bobby opened his mouth to reply when a throaty rumble made them look back out the window in time to see the Impala rolling in. Clare meowed and stood up. She jumped down from the windowsill and made a beeline for the door where she plopped down, staring at the door expectantly.
Sam and Bobby got up and headed in the same direction. Sam was the first out of the door when he opened it, followed closely by Clare and then Bobby. They all stopped five feet from the Impala. Sam's heart began racing as he saw that Dean was not sitting in the passenger seat. Only John was sitting up front.
"Maybe Dean's lying in the back…." Sam thought hopefully, unable to suppress the nauseous feeling in his stomach. "And why is Dad just sitting there?" Upon closer inspection, Sam could see that John was fidgeting, as if he was hiding something. Sam felt himself growing hot with anger, but had to repress himself from blowing up till he knew what was going on.
John eventually looked up at the three of them and sighed. It was time to face the music. He got out hesitantly and stood up, his back facing Sam, Bobby, and Clare. He took in a deep and shaky breath. He wasn't ready to face the blunt of their wrath once he told them what happened. But he had no choice as Sam spoke up.
"Dad, where's Dean" Sam said in his You-better-tell-me-now-or-so-help-me tone that told John that he better start talking before things got ugly.
"Sam, listen, before I tell you, you have to remain calm," John began, turning around.
His heart felt like it was in a vice grip after seeing Sam's face morph from deadly calm to full-blown panic mode. Before he could stop him, Sam launched himself at the Impala and ripped open the back door, it's hinges squealing from the harsh treatment. Sam's breath caught in his throat as he saw that it was empty. His heart was hammering like crazy now as he glared up at John, his nostrils flaring in anger.
"Dad?" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Where the hell is Dean? Why isn't he with you?"
"Sammy…" John really didn't want to get into it with his youngest, but it was too late. He was trapped in the ring of Sam's fury.
"No! Don't even try and make up an excuse about how you tried to keep him safe," Sam seethed, brushing aside whatever his father was about to say. "You apparently didn't do a good enough job. Hell, I leave you with one simple task of looking after Dean, and you failed to do that! I trusted you, you bastard! I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you went and blew that! Now that damn witch has Dean and we have no way of finding out where the hell she took him! Thank you, very much, Dad."
By the end of Sam's rant, he was left breathless, red in the face, and trembling with a combination of fear and worry.
"Look, Sam, I'm sorry, I really am!" John said, trying to control the anger that was slowly bubbling inside of him. He really wanted to scream at his son, but he knew that wouldn't get them anywhere and that it wouldn't do Dean any good. He needed to be found ASAP before that witch hurt him even more, or even kills him.
Sam scoffed but looked at his father with a heated glare.
"Whatever. What the hell happened anyways?"
John sighed. "We were on our way to the checkout, along the way we stopped in the sweets aisle so Dean could get whatever he wanted. He was following close behind me the whole time, which was what I thought he still was when I left the aisle."
"Apparently not," Sam snapped. "God, will it kill you to just be patient for once in your life?"
John opened his mouth to argue, but Bobby stepped in between them and shoved them away from each other.
"Ladies, have your catfight another time!" Bobby barked. "We have a rescue mission to plan out so none of us get killed, and no, Sam, going in there guns-a-blazing is not an option," the older hunter added, seeing the gears in Sam's head grinding together as he started to think, a hard look flashing through his eyes. Sam looked defeated, but let it go.
"Fine…but please, let's hurry. I want to get Dean out of the clutches of that bitch soon!"
Bobby's face softened as he set a hand upon his shoulder and squeezed. "Don't worry, son, we will. And that witch will have hell to pay."
Sam looked down at his old friend and smiled sadly. "Thanks, Bobby."
John watched the two and felt his heart grow even heavier with guilt. He knew Sam was right. Which was why he wasn't going to rest until his oldest boy was back with them, safe, sound, and cured.
The three hunters then sat down around the desk in Bobby's library and began drawing out a plan. In the meantime, Clare sat in the windowsill, glaring outside, growling deeply but quietly to herself. It may have been a trick of the light as her emerald eyes began glowing softly.
X333 Man, I just ADORE Protective/caring Sammy *_*
And I kinda wish I was taking a writing class...I feel it'd help me be a better writer...anyways...TBC!