Chapter Four

I know it's been a while since I've updated, but I had major writers block and just could not think of where this was going to go at all. I have a few ideas, but I honestly can't see this going much further at all.

Bobby was sitting in the library flipping through an old leather bound book when he heard the sound of the Impala pulling up outside his house. The engine cut off, there was a moment of silence and then the front door opened.
"Bobby!" It was Dean.
"In here boy!" Bobby called back.
The screen door banged closed and the sound of boots walking down the hall filled the house.
Bobby looked up from his book when the footsteps stopped and saw the two boys standing in the doorway. Dean was looking right at him, but Sam was staring at the floor.
"Your dad still out there?" Bobby asked as Dean threw himself onto the couch near the window.
"You mean you haven't seen him?" Dean asked.
"Not since the last time you were all here." Bobby shrugged.
Sam shuffled his feet a couple of times and then walked outside.
"What's with your brother?"
"Something...something happened to Sam and, well, dad didn't react well. He told me not to call unless Sammy survived and then he took off. I've tried his cell but I just get his voicemail." Dean said, trying not to give too much away.
"Survived? Survived what? Was he injured on a hunt or something?"
"No. He ah...he tried to...he tried to kill himself." Dean said just loud enough for Bobby to hear.
"Go get your brother. I'll call your dad."
Dean nodded and ran out of the house as Bobby walked into the kitchen and dialed John's number. It rang twice and went to voicemail. Bobby left a lengthy message, telling John to haul his ass to his house as fast as could or there'd be hell to pay.
He hung up the phone and then walked outside to see Dean walking back up towards the house.
"You find him?" Bobby asked.
"No, I'm gonna go down the road a bit. See if maybe he went that way." Bobby nodded and Dean climbed into the Impala.

Sam's POV
I told you I'd be with you forever Sammy. Didn't think you could get rid of me that easily did you? Good that you got out of there, or Bobby would be the next to be hurt or killed by your stupidity.

"SHUT UP! I'M SICK OF YOU! WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO GET OUT OF MY HEAD?" Sam yelled.
He was walking down the side of the road, the sun beating down on him.

You already know the answer to that boy. You just weren't strong enough. All you can do now is stay away from people. You'll always have me though, don't worry about that.

The voice laughed and Sam's vision started going blurry. He had been walking for a good 20 minutes and hadn't eaten anything for nearly 2 days now.
His head started spinning, and his hands were shaking as he fought the urge to throw up. He felt himself falling and didn't have time to put his hands out to brace his fall. Just before his eyes closed and everything went black, he heard a familiar growling noise and saw a black shape speeding towards him.

A/N: I have more written and will probably be up later this morning or sometime tonight. I just want to leave it there. I don't have anymore Ideas for this story because it was just supposed to be a one-shot. One of my friends however convinced me to write more and now I'm stuck. It will probably only have 2 more chapters