(Surprise! I decided I'd do another chapter. Chapter 4.
Thank you to Guest and Nikki Ross for your reviews on chapter 3.
This is unbeated so any mistakes in spelling or grammar is mine and mine alone.
It said in the first episode and I quote
'If I'd called would you have picked up?'
If Jess had not interrupted them I think Sam would have said yes.
I don't own Supernatural
Also for those of you following the royal baby news, the princess's name is Charlotte Elizabeth Diana. I think it is a lovely name. What do you all think?
Anyway, on with the story.)
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Sam was down in the dumps. He didn't know why, maybe it was the weather. It had been raining for the past three days, maybe it was the fact that he had tried calling Dean ten time in the past five days and Dean was not picking up the phone. Sam flopped onto his bed and let out a sigh.
"What's the matter Sam?" Jessica asked looking at her boyfriend for a year.
"Nothing, I'm just worried about Dean, that all." Sam said "I've called him ten times and he has not picked up."
"Don't worry, I'm sure he's fine, you said that a lot of times he's out of reach for his job, maybe that's what happened now?" Jess said.
"Yeah, maybe." Sam agreed.
"Well I need to go or I'm going to be late for class." Jess said as she quickly got up from the bed and grabed her book bag and money for a quick bit at the cafeteria she was gone.
Sam sighed and went back to staring at the ceiling, he stomach gurgled, deciding that he'd might as well get something for lunch he made his way out into the kitchen to make a tuna fish sandwich and added some chopped pickle and cheese, something Dean would do every once in a while. When he got done making the sandwich he grabbed a can of Pepsi from the fridge to complete the meal and made his way back into his room to study and eat. He didn't get very far before he started thinking about Dean again. What if he was hurt? Sam reached for his phone to call when he remembered the letters. Grabbing them from the drawer where he kept them he found the one marked
Open me when you need someone to talk to and I'm not picking up.
Hey Sammy,
I bet you tried calling me and I'm not picking up? Don't worry about me I'll bet you I'm fine. Try to get your mind off me not returning your calls ok. Liston to music, read your college text book or do homework, go to a bar and flirt with the pretty waitress, or waiter if that's your thing.
Sam snorted, only Dean.
Point is, go do something to get your mind off me not calling ok? I'll call when I can. I can assure you that Dad and I are both fine and only have a few bumps and bruises. If it was any worse the hospital would be calling.
We're fine.
Your brother,
Dean.
Sam grinned and set the letter down. Dean was right, they were more than likely busy with the job. And Dean would call when he got the chance. Sam hoped he would anyway. He went back to studying and an hour later his phone rang.
"Hello, Sam Winchester speaking." Sam said not bothering to see who it was.
"Hey Sammy, its Dean, Sorry I couldn't return your call right away, I was out of cell range then my phone died. I'm on my way to New Orleans, there is this hoodoo thing going on down there." Dean's voice said through the phone. Sam smiled, he forgot how good it was to here Dean's voice.
(Crappy ending I know but, I hope you like it anyway.)