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I couldn't leave you with an evil cliffie like that. So here's a short update.
Previously on Supernatural- They sped along the road thinking of nothing more than getting to the school and finding the youngest member of their family. They were so lost in thought that neither one noticed the small figure lying at the bottom of the ditch.
The rumble of a car engine was the first thing that registered. Small eyelids fluttered several times before finally opening to reveal confused hazel eyes. Scanning the area only increased Sam's confusion. Why was he outside lying on the ground? Where was he? Where were daddy and Dean? Why did his head hurt? Confusion started to turn into panic. Sam desperately tried to recall anything to explain his present situation. Slowly the morning's events came back to him. The trouble at school, the trip to the office, walking home, the clown place, and tripping came back in a rush.
Sammy started calming down and looked carefully at his surroundings. He was in a deep ditch but it looked like it would be easy to climb out. Decision made, Sam pushed up with his arms only to fall back whimpering as a white hot pain made its way up his right arm. Looking down at his arm, he saw blood covering a large gash right below his elbow. Holding his right arm close to his chest, Sammy carefully used his other arm to sit up. "What am I going to do now?" he thought miserably. Considering his options, Sam decided he had no choice. Hurt or not, he had to climb out of the ditch. He would just have to suck it up like Dean and daddy always said.
Sam surveyed the walls of the ditch looking for the easiest way up. Noticing a large pipe sticking out of the end of one side, he formed a plan to escape. Shuffling over to the pipe, he took a deep breath before climbing onto the pipe. His first attempts at climbing got him nowhere. With his arm throbbing, Sammy sat down on the pipe to rest and think. He wanted out of this ditch. He wanted his dad and his big brother to hug him and tell him that everything was fine and he was safe. Fighting back tears, Sam thought about climbing trees with Dean. When Sam had told him that he couldn't do it, Dean had told him that there wasn't anything a Winchester couldn't do if he put his mind to it. With new determination, Sammy stood up and tried again. After a few failed attempts, he finally managed to claw his way out of the ditch. Free from his prison, Sam headed toward the motel once more.
Parking the impala in front of the school entrance, John stormed into the building, past the secretary, and into Mr. Bonner's office. In seconds, he had Mrs. Horton pinned to the wall. "Where is my son? What have you done to him?" he demanded.
Bobby motioned for Mr. Bonner not to interfere. Placing a hand on his friend's shoulder he calmly spoke. "John, let her go. Taking the teacher's head off won't get Sammy back. Let her go so we can find out what happened, alright?"
John glared at Mrs. Horton before releasing her. "Fine." He ground out. "Now tell me what happened before I lose what little patience I have left."
Mrs. Horton quickly put a safe distance between herself and John before speaking. "Mr. Winchester, I was led to believe that Samuel had pushed a child and taken another child's snack. I was only doing my duty as a teacher bringing him to the office for his behavior. All of this could have been easily cleared up in a matter of minutes if he hadn't taken it upon himself to leave. Clearly this entire situation is his. . ."
Mrs. Horton was on the floor before she even registered she'd been hit. Shocked, all eyes went from Mrs. Horton to Bobby. "Sorry, John" He said sheepishly, "I've never hit a lady, but she sure ain't no lady."
"Well, I never!" Mrs. Horton exclaimed.
"Not surprised to hear that. You probably never will with that attitude either" Bobby shot back.
"Bobby" John warned about the same time that Dean asked, "Never do what, Uncle Bobby?"
"Oh, ummm, Dang it Dean, ask me later." Bobby replied. "Right now, let's figure out where that brother of yours is."
"Are you sure he's not hiding in the building somewhere?" John questioned.
"Positive." Mr. Bonner responded. "The custodians, Mrs. Donna, and Dean have covered every inch of the building and grounds twice. Dean even tried calling for Sam on the intercom. He's left the building probably headed home."
"We didn't see him on the way here." John stated. "But we weren't really watching for him either."
"I've called the police, and they're on the lookout for him, sir." Mr. Bonner continued. "I truly am sorry for the situation."
"You're not the one who needs to be apologizing." John said scowling at Mrs. Horton, who had wisely remained on the floor. "And I'm not the one who's owed an apology."
"John, why don't you and Dean go look for Sammy" Bobby directed. "I'll stay here in case he turns up."
"Thanks, Bobby. Come on Dean." John called. "Let's go find your brother!"
