Over seas and oceans

by Himmel Holle

Dean and John made a mistake. Sure, they've made a lot of mistakes, but this one tops them all. Sam is only sixteen, and has become a drunken, broken mess without them. Or has he? With a mysterious girl hanging around, Sam seems to be all better. Maybe she isn't human...or Sam is just a sixteen year old boy in love. -Disclaimer (I couldn't own the Winchester boys without squealing)

4. Chapter 4

Dean sighed. They had just pulled into Bobby's driveway, and there were no lights on in his house. John slumped, his head touching the dashboard.

"Told you, he's probably lookin' for Sam too, but if Sam don' wanna be found, he ain't gonna be found." John sighed tiredly. He just wished he could do this over.

Then, suddenly, there were the crunch of tires on gravel, and the slamming of doors. Dean gasped, and John shot up, his eyes searching for Bobby. But instead, he saw two kids. One was a tall boy, with black hair and clothes, and he was smiling at a short, skinny girl, who looked very sick. She had black hair, too, and blue eyes. She looked and pointed to the door, and so they both headed up the stairs to Bobby's house. They opened the door without a key and went inside, holding hands. Dean and John looked at each other, confused.

"Who the hell were they?" Dean asked. John shrugged and opened the car door, scrambling out. Dean copied John's movements and got out of the car. The two older Winchesters drew their guns and started towards Bobby's house. As they reached Bobby's house, they heard very violent coughing, and quiet murmurs. Dean kicked open the door and raised the gun. The boy and girl were standing in front of a beaten up man, who looked very scared.

"Back away, now!" Dean yelled. The boy and girl turned around at the same time. Dean and John froze, and the boy's eyes widened. Then suddenly the girl was holding a hatchet. She growled and swung it around, twirling it around her fingers. She looked almost feral.
"No! Ash, don't! Please," Sam said. The girl, Ash, stopped and immediately backed down. The hatchet disappeared from her fingers, but she was still breathing hard and she was giving the death stare to Dean and John. Dean looked at Sam, Sam looked at Dean, and then Sam looked at John. Dean smiled, but Sam continued to stare. Tears ad filled Dean's and John's eyes.

"Sammy," John began, and then the great John Winchester began to cry.

Sorry about this chapter. I know its a bit short but at least its something, right? I promise that next chapter will actually explain some stuff, and will be a bit longer. I have nothing better to do anyway!