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Author's Note: This chapter is shorter than the other chapter and I apologize for that. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to add Sam's POV of the demon attack or not... so I decided to let you decide. I have two versions of the next chapter written.
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You Found Me
Chapter 10
Dean was exhausted. He had spent most of the night before exorcising demons and avoiding getting killed and most of today on the road, trying to make it back to South Dakota before the huge storm hit. He had seen a weather map when he had stopped for lunch earlier that day and knew that a massive front was moving in on Bobby's salvage yard. He had a bad feeling about this upcoming storm. He couldn't explain it, but something inside of him told him that something really bad was about to happen.
Dean knew that part of his anxiety, if not most of it, was the fact that he hadn't talked to Sam that day. He had completely forgotten to call during lunch to tell Sam that he was on his way home and was now regretting that decision as he heard loud voices on the other end of the line, ones that sounded distinctly like Ruby and Sam. Anything that bitch wanted with his brother was not good.
"SAM! Answer the damn phone!" he shouted.
There was a loud crash, followed by a lot of yelling. Dean's heart stopped when he realized that it was Sam's voice doing most of the yelling.
"SAM!" Dean yelled.
"Dean?"
Sam seemed to have found the phone. He sounded exhausted and hurting. Dean pressed his foot harder down on the accelerator.
"What happened?" Dean demanded.
"Remind me never to trust demons again," Sam said with the faintest hint of a chuckle in his voice. "You were right Dean. I don't know why I'm so surprised. You're smarter than I give you credit for."
"What the hell are you talking about? Sam? What happened?" Dean asked forcing the Impala to go faster.
"Ruby showed up," Sam said grunting. "She kind of set Bobby's place on fire after she treated me like a tennis ball."
"SAM!" Dean shouted. "Are you okay?"
"I got out of the house," Sam said avoiding the question. "I should probably call the fire department."
"Sam. Are you okay?" Dean asked.
Sam sounded out of it, which meant he had a concussion. On top of his previous injuries. Shit.
"I don't know, Dean," Sam said. "My leg hurts. Head does too, a little. Chest kind of aches, but that's probably because of the smoke. Oh shit."
"Sam?" Dean demanded.
"Uh, Dean, you know how I said that Ruby showed up?" Sam asked. Dean heard his brother's gulp.
"What's going on?" Dean asked willing a wormhole to magically appear on the road and take him to his brother.
"She's not the only one here," Sam said. "I think Meg is here. Possibly a couple of others. I don't know. It's kind of hard to see from where I'm at."
"Which is where, exactly?" Dean asked unable to keep the panic out of his voice.
Sam was by himself, injured, and surrounded by demons. If Dean wasn't allowed to panic now, when was he allowed to panic?
"Behind a couple of the stacked cars near the house," Sam said coughing loudly. "That's not good."
"Sam?" Dean asked desperately.
"I think one of them spotted me," Sam said in a shaking voice. "Crap. Uh, Dean? How far are you from Bobby's?"
There was an explosion in the background, followed by a low growling sound that Dean knew all too well. You couldn't live in Kansas for the first six years of your life and not know what that sound meant.
"Sam, find cover!" Dean shouted.
"It's too late for that, Dean," said an all too familiar voice. Dean's blood froze.
"Meg," he said. "Where's Sam?"
"He's on his way back to Lucifer, now," Meg said with a chuckle. "I always thought you Winchesters were worth something. Sam's fighting… hmm. That was just pathetic. How you two have ever survived this long on your own, I will never know."
The low growling sound grew louder until it sounded like a freight train going right past Sam's phone.
There were some high pitched screams, followed by a loud roar and then everything on Sam's end of the phone went deathly quiet.
Dean swore loudly, dropping his phone into the passenger's seat and gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He slammed his foot all the way down on the accelerator, feeling an adrenaline rush as the Impala instantly took off like a shot out of a cannon.
The one sole thought on Dean's mind was protecting Sam and outracing the tornado. Anything else was pushed to a distant second. The exhaustion and the aches he was feeling… they were all gone. Sam was the only thing that mattered.