FINALS ARE FINISHED. Would've updated last night, but had an end of the year bonfire i went to. And earlier today, a softball game. My last days of school are Monday & Tuesday and i plan to finish this hopefully before that. I'm starting on a new story, but won't post any of it until i'm finished with this, so i hope i can get this finished soon!
It was slowly making it's way to 7 when Dean started to worry about Sam. He usually would have called by now, but Dean thought he needed his space from his family. But his brother had always called within an hour. He pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number.
After a few rings, the ringing stopped. Dean could hear faint whimpers. He knew at once that it was Sammy.
"Sammy? Where are you, what happened?" He said in a rushed tone. The whimpers didn't stop.
"Sammy!" He yelled.
Sam woke groggily. His muscles were aching at every movement he had attempted to make. He opened his eyes slowly but saw nothing. He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and squinted as he opened them again. Still nothing. He felt the area around him.
He noticed that he could barely move his feet or his arms more than a few feet and he was painfully cramped into the tight space he was in. He reached his arm out hesitantly and after a few inches, brushed the smooth surface of metal. He ran his fingers along it, trying to make sense of where he was.
He tried to stretch out his legs, but found he could only move them a few inches before hitting what felt like another metallic surface. Sam started to panic. Not only was he scared of not knowing what his whereabouts were, but he was also claustrophobic. He took a few breaths, trying to calm himself before hyperventilation started. He closed his eyes and put his head in between his knees.
After a few deep breaths, he had calmed himself. He slowly opened his eyes once again to darkness. He reached both hands out and observed the area. Both hands were touching metallic surfaces after only a few inches of moving them sideways. He pushed on the metal he was facing slowly. It didn't budge. He tried the other side and it, too wouldn't budge.
He started to panic again, knowing he was not getting out any time soon, trapped in the tight, cold, and cramped space. He buried his face into his knees and wrapped his arms around his knees. He tried breathing again slowly, trying not to give in to his claustrophobia.
After a few minutes, he started to cry, knowing that he was trapped, forever in the cramped and cold space. He knew he was going to die.
After a few minutes of crying, he heard a faint voice calling out to him. He could hear it. Sammy! The voice rang. He recognized the voice at once.
Dean.
"Dean!" he screamed. He had thought that Dean was outside of his prison, looking for him. He called out even louder when he heard no response at once.
"Sammy, where are you?" Dean screamed. Sam searched for the direction of the voice, but it sounded too far away for it to be outside of his metallic prison. Also, if Dean was really outside of it, there was no way he could have screamed through metal. He suddenly dug into his pocket, knowing at once where the voice was coming from.
He took out his phone urgently talking into it. "Dean?" he yelled into it. Sam couldn't believe he hadn't felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket.
"Little quieter please, Sammy?" his brother asked in a mocking tone. He quickly dropped his joke. "Sammy, where the hell are you?" He asked. Dean was now trying to control his worry by gripping the chair he was next to, trying to calm himself down for his brother's sake. Please, Sammy, be ok, he prayed.
Sam could not speak for a moment, trying to think of an answer. "Dean, I-" he started. He did not finish. He burst into tears the second he had said Dean's name. Dean heard Sam's shrill cries. He made his grip on the chair harder, his knuckles turning white.
"Sammy, calm down. You have to calm down, Sam." Dean spoke into the phone softly. He didn't want to yell at him. It would only make him even more scared.
Sam obeyed his brother, taking deep breaths, attempting to calm himself. A few seconds after, he spoke into the phone. "I don't know...I'm...I'm trapped in this metal thing and I…it's cold and it hurts and.." Sam couldn't finish. He choked back his cries of horror.
Dean heard the scared tone in Sam's voice. Dean's hands was not aching, but he still held onto the chair for support. He knew his brother had been claustrophobic since the hunt he had been locked in a trunk for two hours by a spirit. He heard Sam's screams and punches to the trunk in his ears. He forced himself to focus.
"What's the last thing you remember, Sam?" Dean asked urgently.
Sam stifled the cries, trying to be strong for his brother. He hated his brother seeing or hearing his weakness.
Sam wracked his brain for the memory of before he turned up in the mysterious metal prison. Roddnie, he thought. "I was walking into the bathroom and Roddnie was there and he punched me and…I blacked out." Sam said, reminiscing the memory. He had still had a faint pounding in his ears.
"Do you know where this kid lives?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Two houses across the block from our house." Sam said. He had seen Roddnie walk home after beating on Sam with his friends.
Dean grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, getting into the junker car that their father left them.
"Hold in, there, Sammy, I'm coming. If your really at this kid's house, that is." Dean said.
Sam let his head fall back against the cold metal. It was reliving. The coldness on his head had simmered the sweat and heat from his head. He took deep breaths, forgetting that his brother was still on the phone.
Dean hadn't heard Sam speak for a few minutes and he got worried. He knew well enough not to let Sam off the phone with him. Sam would have a panic attack. "Sammy, you still with me?" Dean asked, flooring the gad pedal. He only had one house to go.
Sam lifted his head, having drifted off into a semi-sleep. "Yeah." Sam croaked into the phone.
Dean nodded in relief.
He put the car into park as he arrived at where Sam had said Roddnie lived. He was confused. All he saw was a garage. "Sammy, your sure about this kid's place?" He asked into the phone.
"Yes." Sam croaked again. Dean heart broke at how weak his brother's voice sounded.
"Alright, Sammy." he said lightly.
He took out his pistol with the rock salt loaded into it. He had always kept it under the seat for precaution.
If this kid's living arrangements are as odd as himself, I've got myself a hunt, Dean thought.
He moved his way to the door leading to inside of the garage. He tightened his grip on the pistol.
"I'm comin, Sammy." he whispered.