Dean tried Sam's phone several more times, all to no avail. He had left several frantic messages but he had a feeling that Sam would never get them. He was crazy with worry, so when his phone rang he nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked at the caller ID, reading Bobby's name there.
"Bobby! Did you find Sam?" Dean cried, nearly dropping the phone as he was shaking so hard.
"I got his location. He's still there in Westside," Bobby replied before giving Dean the address. Dean was out the door and at the impala before Bobby had even finished talking.
"Thanks Bobby! I'll call you back once I find him," Dean said, closing his phone. He slid behind the wheel of the car, started it up and peeled out of the lot.
When Dean found the location Bobby had given him, he parked and jumped from his car, his eyes searching the area for Sam. He stood in front of a closed drugstore. There was no one around, as it was still too early for anyone to be out and about.
"Come on Sammy. Where are you?" Dean muttered under his breath. As he was scanning the area, he noticed some spots on the sidewalk. He crouched down, touching the spots then bringing his fingers to his nose. His heart dropped as he realized that it was blood. He knew in his heart that it was Sam's. He glanced further up the sidewalk and saw there were more spots leading around the corner of the darkened building. He followed the trail of blood while once again calling Sam's phone. He held his phone at his side as he listened for Sam's ringtone, and when he heard a faint ringing coming from close to the back of the building, he picked up his pace.
As he neared the back of the building he noticed something lying on the ground. As he got closer, he realized it was Sam's phone. It had stopped ringing and Dean placed his phone to his ear, listening to Sam's voice asking him to leave a message. Dean reached down and picked up the phone, holding it tightly in his hand. He swallowed slowly, then turned the corner of the building, fearful of what he might find. As he came around the corner, he tripped on something and looked down, his heart jumping into his throat. He had tripped on Sam's duffel bag. It was open, and his clothes had been pulled from the bag and scattered over the ground.
Dean crouched down and quickly stuffed Sam's things back into the bag. His eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of Sam. Once he had all of Sam's clothes in the bag, he stood up and walked further behind the building, searching frantically for his brother. He spied another object lying next to the building and upon reaching it, took in a quick gasp. He bent over and retrieved Sam's wallet. He looked inside, noting that the money had been taken. Fury began to build in him. He had a picture in his mind of his brother being beaten and robbed and he couldn't shake the image from his mind.
He turned a circle, hoping to find any clues as to what exactly had gone down here. It was then that he saw a large dark spot on the ground a few feet away. He walked to the spot, realizing it was more blood, and near that was a puddle of dried vomit. But where was Sam? Was he taken, or did he leave on his own?
"Son of a bitch! Someone is going to pay dearly for touching my brother!" Dean seethed, his face red with rage.
He pulled his phone back up and dialed Bobby's number, waiting for the call to be answered.
"Dean! Did you find Sam?" Bobby said upon answering.
"No Bobby. I found his phone and wallet, all of his stuff, but no Sam. It looks like he was jumped and robbed. There's blood, but no Sam," Dean answered, panic making his voice shake.
"Dean, we'll find him. Everything will be okay," Bobby soothed, not sure if he believed it himself.
"How Bobby? He doesn't have his phone. He has no money, no credit cards. It's freezing out and we have no idea where he went, or even if he went there of his own free will!" Dean spat, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Dean, I need you to calm down. Tell me what motel you're at. I'll call Ellen, have her tell Ash to keep a watch out for more demon signs. That may be the only way to find out where Sam is," Bobby said. "I'll be there in about six hours."
"Bobby, if we wait for demon signs, it may be too late. Hell, it may already be too late!" Dean cried.
"Dean, Ash would have called if he noticed anything. Sam's still okay. Now, tell me where you're staying."
'Um, Niteliter Motor Inn. Bobby, we don't even know how badly Sam's hurt. What if whomever robbed him hurt him worse than the amount of blood shows? Or what if they took him?"
"Dean, I'm sure that whomever jumped him beat him up some, but I doubt they took him. He probably walked out of there on his own."
"But why would he leave his stuff?"
"Maybe he was out of it. I don't really know Dean. Look, go back and get some rest and I'll see you later. I'm on my way."
"Thanks Bobby. See you soon" Dean said then ended the call.
Dean scanned the area once more before walking back around the building and heading for the impala. Upon reaching the car, he opened the back door and placed Sam's duffel bag on the back seat. He then got in behind the wheel and placed Sam's wallet and phone on the seat beside him.
He sat unmoving for several minutes before he suddenly began to beat his hands onto the steering wheel. He had to find Sam. He had to make this right. But he also had to find whoever robbed Sam and make them pay for hurting his little brother.
He started the car and drove down the street, past the bar that he and Sam had played pool at the other night. He thought back to that night. It had started so well. He and Sam had been having fun together, playing pool, making some money. They had joked and laughed with each other. Then it had all changed, and now Sam was gone to God knows where, and Dean had only himself to blame. He knew that it had been a demon, but he should have been able to stop it.
Dean drove a little further down the street then pulled into the parking lot at Liz's Diner. He didn't really feel like eating, but he knew he had to. He wondered if Sam had eaten anything since they had stopped at the diner last.
Dean felt useless, lost. He had no idea where Sam was or if he was okay. He had allowed himself to be used by a demon and now Sam thought that he blamed him for their parents and Jessica's deaths. Sam believed that Dean hated him. Dean was terrified that he would never see Sam alive again. He dreaded the call from Ash, telling him that he had found Sam and that he was the seventh psychic to fall victim to the demon.
He couldn't let that happen! He had to find Sam. He had to convince him that everything that had been said was a lie. He had to have his brother back so he could prove to him how much he loved him, and that he didn't blame him for anything. Dean would go to hell and back for Sam, and he wouldn't stop until he found him.
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"He's coming for you Sam. Run! We're already dead, but you can still save yourself! Run Sam! Run!" the voice called from the fog. Sam turned in circles, trying to discern where the voice was coming from. Who was coming for him? And who were the one's that were already dead? As he stared into the fog, a dark figure slowly emerged, walking steadily toward him. He tried to run but found that he was no longer outside, but was inside an empty room, pinned to the wall by an invisible force. He heard a faint laugh before the dark figure appeared in front of him. The man slowly raised his head and Sam gasped when he saw the man's glowing red eyes.
"I've been waiting for you Samuel," the man said.
"What do you want with me?" Sam asked, his voice sounding weak and small.
"You must die Samuel. Yellow eyes, as you call him, can't have you. My master demands this," the man replied, an evil grin on his face.
Sam's arms were pulled from his sides and raised until they were spread out straight from his body.
"You are the saint Samuel, so you will die as the One did."
Suddenly, a spike flew from nowhere and embedded itself through Sam's right palm, impaling his hand to the wall. Sam screamed, but no sound came out. Then, his other hand was impaled in the same way. Another silent scream was let loose. Sam's breath hitched and a sheen of sweat broke out on his body. The man approached Sam then pushed a ring of thorns painfully over his head. Blood immediately began to trickle from the many wounds on his head. The man then ripped the shirt from Sam's body, leaving his chest and stomach bare and vulnerable.
"Now for the final act Samuel," the man said before pushing a spear into Sam's side. Blood spurted from the wound, cascading down Sam's leg. Sam screamed, and this time he found his voice. He screamed and screamed.....……………..
"Sam! Wake up! Are you okay?" Janet shouted, shaking Sam's shoulder.
Sam came awake with a jolt, gasping for air and grabbing his side. He looked fearfully at Janet before holding his hands in front of him. No wounds, no blood. It was a dream. Janet stared at him, her eyes wide with concern.
"Oh...God!" Sam cried, the pain from the absent wounds still fresh in his mind.
"Sam, are you okay?" Janet asked, reaching her hand toward the frightened man.
"I...I'm fine. Just a nightmare," Sam replied, flinching when Janet touched his arm.
"Well, okay. Uh, we're in Colorado Springs. This is as far as I can take you. Are you sure you're okay? You are so pale."
"I'm okay. Thank you for the ride and dinner. I really do appreciate it," Sam replied, reaching for the door.
Janet reached out and placed her hand gently on Sam's arm. "Sam. Let me give you some money. You're going to need to find a motel and get something to eat soon."
"No, please. You've done more than enough already. I'll be fine Janet. Thank you so much," Sam said, a sad smile forming on his lips.
"Are you sure Sam? It's really no problem."
"I'm sure. I have friends near here. I'll just make my way to them. I really am fine."
"Okay Sam. Good luck. And be careful, please?"
"I will. Have a fun trip with your boyfriend."
"Thanks Sam. I hope you and your brother can work things out."
"I doubt that will happen, but thanks," Sam said sadly.
Sam got out of Janet's car slowly then shut the door softly. He waved goodbye as Janet pulled away from the curb. He shuffled down the sidewalk, wincing at the pain he felt all through his body. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself to try and hold out the biting wind. He would need to find another ride soon. He still felt like he needed to put more distance between himself and Dean.
Janet watched Sam as she pulled away. She saw him wince and wrap his arm around his side. She hated leaving him but Karl was waiting for her. She prayed that the kind young man would be okay. She had never in her life seen such sadness in someone's eyes. He seemed so lost and confused. She hoped he could patch things up with his brother. She could see the love he had for him, but also the tremendous sorrow. Sam kept quiet about what had happened, but it had to be horrible to have put such pain in his eyes. She said a silent prayer that Sam would be kept safe and that he and his brother would find each other again.