2nd Chapter, woo!
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Sam had followed Dean outside, running a hand through her hair. She didn't need this right now. She had to admit, it was good to see Dean again after 4 years; but she held almost as much grudge against him as she did with her father.
"What did you expect when you came here, Dean?" She said, really wanting an answer. "That I'd drop everything and go with you?"
"You're not hearing me, Sammy," Dean turned. "Dad's missing. Gone. And you need to help me find him."
"When isn't he missing?" Sam questioned. "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too, wasn't he? But every time he was fine."
Dean stopped and turned to face her. Sam stopped too.
"But not for this long. Now are you comin' or not?"
Sam pursed her lips. "I'm not."
"Why not?" Dean asked, almost with irritation.
"The moment I left and came to Stanford, I was done," Sam answered. "For good."
"Come on, Sam," Dean gave her a look. "It sure as hell wasn't easy, but it wasn't bad." He turned back around and continues down the stairs they had been walking.
"Wasn't bad?" Sam laughed bitterly, following after him. "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."
"Yeah, so? What else was he supposed to do?" Dean questions, stopping at the door at the end of the stairs.
"I was only nine! Nine!" Sam hissed. "He was supposed to say what normal parents would say, 'Don't be afraid of the dark' or something like that."
"Seriously?" Dean scoffed. "Don't be afraid of the dark? What, you wanted him to lie to you? You know what's in the dark, Sammy, and there's every damn right to be afraid of it. Besides, we aren't normal. Never have been, never will be."
Sam clenched her jaw and had to resist the urge to punch her brother in his face. She exhaled forcefully. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's no walk through the park out there, believe me, I know. But come on, Dean, they way we grew up, after Mom died, and Dad's unhealthy obsession with finding the thing that killed her. But, you know, we still haven't found the damn thing, so we kill everything we can find."
"And we save a bunch of people doing it, too," Dean pointed out.
Sam stayed quiet for a moment, then softly, she asked, "Do you think Mom would've wanted this for us?"
Dean gives her a look, rolling his eyes, then pushing open the door. Sam glares after him for a moment before following.
"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Dean, we were raised like warriors," Sam said.
They cross the parking lot to the Impala.
"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean questioned, his tone sounding slightly accusing.
"Like you said, we will never be normal. So, no. But it will be safe," Sam stated.
"And that's why you ran away," Dean said. He looked away and Sam almost felt for him.
"I was just going to college; what's so wrong with that? If you remember correctly, 'cause I do, Dad said if I was going to leave that I shouldn't come back," Sam said. "I'm actually following one of his orders. You and him both should feel proud."
"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it," Dean said, staring at her. Sam didn't respond. "I can't do this alone."
"Yes you can," Sam pressed.
"Yeah, sure I can, but I don't want to," Dean responded, looking down. Sam sighs, almost wanting to just walk away from Dean and go back into the apartment and forget everything. But she just stood there, looking down, thinking. Then she looks back up.
"What was he hunting?" And she knew she would probably regret asking the question. Turn around, Sam! Turn around! Go back to Jesse, go live your life the way you want to! A voice screamed at her inside her head. She should really listen to it..
There was a look of shock on Dean's face stayed for a moment before it vanished. He turned to open the trunk of the Impala, revealing a spare-tire compartment. Then, opening that, he reveals an arsenal. He props open the compartment with a shotgun and digs through all the clutter.
"Okay, let's see," Dean said, rubbing his hands together. "Where the hell did I put that thing?"
"So, why didn't you go with Dad when he left?" Sam asked, curiously, looking at all clutter, nostalgia hitting her.
"I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans," Dean responded, still looking through the clutter.
"Dad let you go hunting by yourself?" Sam questioned with a raised eyebrow. Dean turned to her, a look on his face.
"Dude, I'm 26."
Sam raised her hands in defense, mocking him under her breath. Moments later, Dean pulled out papers from a folder.
"All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy," Dean said, handing of the many papers to Sam. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."
The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Sam reads it and glances up.
"So maybe he was kidnapped," Sam said.
"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April," Dean tosses down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years."
Dean takes the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder. "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road."
Dean pulls a bag out of another part of the arsenal.
"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." Dean grabs a handheld tape recorder. "Then I get this voice mail yesterday." He presses play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up.
"Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger." Dean presses stop on the tape recorder.
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam stated.
"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean grinned, nudging her slightly. Sam shakes her head, fighting down a smile. "All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got. He presses play again.
"I can never go home..." A woman's voice spoke. Dean presses stop.
"Never go home," Sam repeats, trying to make sense of the phrase.
Dean drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it.
"You know, in almost four years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing," Dean says, and Sam knows he's trying to guilt her into going to find their Dad. Sam looks away, then sighs, looking back at her brother.
"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him," Sam said, defeated. She was going to regret this.
Dean nods, though Sam was sure he was hiding the relief.
"But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here," Sam added, as she began walking back to the apartment. She stops and turns when Dean speaks.
"What's first thing Monday?" Dean questioned.
"I have this...I have an interview," Sam responded.
"What, a job interview? Skip it," Dean said, dismissively.
Sam gave him a look. "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate. So I'd rather not skip it, thank you."
"Law school?" Dean smirked.
"Do we have a deal or not, Dean?" Sam huffed.
Dean says nothing.
Sam is packing a duffel bag. She pulls out a large hook-shaped knife and slides it inside. Jesse comes into the room.
He looked at the duffel bag, then at Sam. "Wait, you're taking off?"
Sam looks up, but doesn't answer.
"Is this about your dad? Is he all right?" Jesse asked, worriedly.
Sam shrugged. "Yeah. You know, just a little family drama. Nothing major." She walks over to the dresser and turns on the lamp.
"Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip," Jesse pressed.
Jesse sits on the bed, looking at his girlfriend. Sam rummages in one of the drawers and comes out with a couple shirts, which go in the duffel.
"Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, he's probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back. He's a-okay," Sam said.
"What about the interview? Sam, that's your whole future," Jesse stated.
"I'll make the interview, Jesse. You know I will. This is only for a couple days," Sam paused to give him a reassuring smile.
SAM goes around the bed, to pick something else and put it in the duffel.
Jesse steps in front of Sam, staring at her, concerned, "Sam, I mean, please."
Sam stops and her shoulders slump as she looks at her boyfriend.
"Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?" Jesse questioned
Sam laughs softly, wrapping her arms around his waist, "I'm fine."
"It's just...you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is your future..." Jesse was cut off by Sam interrupting him.
She placed a hand on his face. "Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise."
She gives a quick peck on the lips, smiling at him, before grabbing her duffel and leaving. Jesse watches her, then runs to the door way.
"At least tell me where you're going!"
Yay 2nd chapter done! Idk I think fem!Sam is a bit more sassy, so yeah. I feel pretty proud of myself- a new story and a new chapter in one day! Anyway, leave a review and tell me how you like it!