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Author's Note: I apologize for both the delay and the shortness of this chapter. I wanted to get this out as soon as I could after I had a serious bout of writer's block on this story... it sucked. I couldn't write anything over break. Anyway. I'm over it now. Hopefully. There will only be like four or five more chapters in this story, by the way.
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You Found Me
Chapter 8
Sam was anxious. There was something about the dark storm clouds outside that just didn't sit right with him. It had nothing to do with the slight green tinge to the underbelly of the black thunderheads, which usually meant a tornado was on the rise. Sam had been through several tornadoes in the past and wasn't too worried about that. It was just the sudden appearance of the storm clouds that had him worried.
"You know, you could always call that idjit brother of yours," Bobby said. Sam didn't even have to turn his head from the position on the couch to know that Bobby was standing in the doorway, looking awkward. It was how things had been for the past two weeks since Dean had left.
"He's probably onto the thing, which is why he hasn't called yet," Sam muttered glaring out at the clouds as a roll of thunder rattled the windows.
Dean had called every single day for the past two weeks at exactly 11:00 every morning. It was now three o'clock in the afternoon and Sam hadn't heard from Dean in over two days.
"Sam," Bobby started.
"Dean is fine," Sam said shortly wishing that he hadn't broken his damn leg and lost two weeks of his life. Then Dean wouldn't have had to go on the practically suicidal rescue mission by himself and Sam would know for a fact that his brother was okay.
"You're probably right," Bobby said. "I'm probably just getting senile."
He turned to leave.
"Bobby," Sam said calling him back. "Do you—do you think that something's happened to him?"
Bobby didn't have to say anything—the look on his face said everything. Sam set his jaw and looked away, suddenly wanting to be alone again.
"Sam," Bobby began.
"He's coming back," Sam said stubbornly. "He will be fine."
He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trying to control the sudden burst of anger he had at himself. If he hadn't been so stupid as to drink demon blood, if he had just listened to Dean in the first place… if he had just told Dean about Lucifer. There were so many things tat Sam still wanted to tell Dean, chief among of them that he was sorry for everything he had done. If anything happened to Dean while the older Winchester was away, Sam would never be able to forgive himself.
"I'm going to go to the hardware store," Bobby said. "I will be back in about an hour or so. Give me a call if you hear from Dean."
Sam didn't say anything. He heard Bobby sigh and then walk away. He waited until he heard the front door slam shut before opening his eyes and unclenching his fists. He took a deep breath and released it slowly.
Outside lightning flashed across the sky. Sam had never liked thunderstorms. They always brought back bad memories of being left alone while John went on hunts. Bad things always managed to happen in thunderstorms.
Sam heard the distant ringing of his cell phone from somewhere within the couch cushions. His heart leapt at the noise, more so than he was willing to admit. He dug under the pillows, finally finding the black plastic object.
"Dean?" he asked hopefully, not even bothering to check the idea. Not very many people had this cell phone number anyway.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean said chuckling slightly. His voice was full of static and the sounds of other cars alerted Sam to the fact that Dean was driving.
"You on your way home?" Sam asked unable to not sound pathetic.
"Yeah," Dean said. "Why, you miss me already? I've only been gone two weeks, dude. How you managed to survive four years at Stanford is beyond me."
"You didn't call," Sam said. "Bobby was worried."
"Well, you can tell Bobby that I'm fine," Dean said. "The demons were a bitch to exorcise. Jo kept botching up the first part of the chant. Ellen got knocked out. Teague and Joshua didn't show up once they heard I was there."
"Bastards," Sam growled. "You're okay, though, right?"
"I'm fine, Sammy," Dean said. "Sprained wrist and a couple of bruises, but that's it."
Sam let out a sigh of relief. It could have been so much worse. Only three people against six demons and one was incompetent.
"Jo and Ellen okay?" he asked as he relaxed into the couch cushions.
"Yeah, they're going to be fine," Dean said. "Though I'll tell you something, I wish I had you out there watching my back."
Sam was quiet, not sure how to respond. After everything that had happened between them, it seemed strangely pleasant to hear his brother say that.
"I would be there if I could," he said after a while. "Just hurry home, okay? There's a storm moving in."
"Okay," Dean responded with a chuckle. "I should be home in about an hour or so."
Sam was about to respond when there was a heavy pounding on the door.