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Chapter 34

"I can't believe Dad left your number on his phone," Sam wanted to say this but instead settled for a look at his brother. He knew that

Dean felt the same. He was shocked. They had just found out that their father, the same man that they had been searching for for bloody

months, was not dead in some ditch and had not bothered to call them. He had basically started advertising them for jobs. It was so like

him! He really wanted to get his hands on that man. And after listening to that message, he was not sure he would be giving him a hug.

With a sigh and a slight shake of his head he followed his brother and slipped into his seat.

"Sammy?"

He looked over and found his brother in a rare moment, his hand frozen over the keys and a look in his eyes. "Yeah Dean?" he asked

quietly. After a moments pause and with a quick grin, he answered,

"Hell of a day,"

Sam smiled to himself. As the Impala roared to life and with the blare of the rock from the speakers, Sam thought about the day they had

had. They had come within seconds of a plane crashing; exorcised a demon on said plane, his brother had faced his greatest fear and all

this stuff about their father. They had got through it all. As impossible as it seemed, when he listed it all like that. Each thing sounded

crazier than the last. Yet, here they were, back in the Impala and roaring down the highway. Just like always. He smiled and looked over at

his brother, whose eyes were on the road.

"Yeah. That sure was."

"Sam"

"Sammy."

Who was that, he wondered, as he struggled to return to consciousness. It had to be Dean, he thought. He smiled and opened his eyes.

And stopped smiling. Meg stood over him, her hand on his shoulder told him who was calling him a second ago.

"What? How?"

He was still in his hospital bed and, amazing as it seemed, he had fallen asleep.

"Drugs really are as effective as restraints," Meg said lightly, in a tone that one would use when talking about the weather.

Sam growled. It was about all he could do. His limbs were like lead, impossible to move. He lay there on the bedspread, as helpless as a kitten. Well, he decided, if he could not move, he would use what skills remained to him.

"Kidnapping someone in a hospital is really not the best plan."

"How so?" Meg asked, seemingly delighted that he was speaking. A smile alighted her lips and she leaned in closer to him.

"Public place. Lots of people. Lots of witnesses."

"How long do you think you've been in here Sam?"

Meg smiled when he did not answer. "Sam?" she pressed.

"It doesn't matter," she stood up, "We won't be here that long anyway."

Sam filed this piece of information away. Meg turned away, slipping her phone out of her pocket and flipping it open. Sam watched as she nodded, listened to her "yes, yep" and then her final "bye."

Meg turned, a huge smile on her face, "It's done Sam. Your brothers dead."