An: I was just wondering how many sets or even a singular twins are on this website? I am a twin, unfortunately I didn't really get to know her. But a few years ago I got twin nieces. And now I know how twins react together...they made our family total reach 16 sets of twins.
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Chapter 6 Missing
Sam and John walked into the room, that they had left a sleeping Dean in the night before. Just to find the room completely empty.
"Maybe they just moved him to a regular room." Sam told his dad trying to reassure him.
"Maybe. John said doubtfully, as they went to the nurses desk. Excuse me, did they move Dean Campbell to a different room?" John asked the first nurse that they came to.
"Mr. Campbell showed up earlier this morning insisting on signing his son out AMA." The nurse informed shaking her head sadly.
"Wasn't there anything that you could have done to override the boy's father. I mean he just got off of the vent yesterday!" John said trying to control his temper.
"No not since CPS never filed any charges on the boy's behalf. That poor boy, he looked scared to death." The nurse added.
"Look ma'am, I just recently learned that the boy is my nephew. I was waiting for one of my co-workers to take over the case, because it would be a conflict of interest for me. Is there any chance that you have an address on them?" John asked kicking himself for not listening to Sam last night, when he said that they should have stayed.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't give out that kind of information." The nurse said regretfully.
"Damn it." John said as they made their way to the car.
"Maybe we could call Uncle Bobby?" Sam asked.
"What could Bobby do?" John asked angrily.
"I don't know, maybe he could find them. Wait a minute... I have an idea. We need a phone book." Sam said as he ran up to the nearest phone booth.
"Why who are going to call?" John asked as he followed his son's lead.
"I'm not calling anyone, I'm looking for an address." Sam told his father as he grabbed the phone book and headed toward the Impala.
"You know, it's things like this that make me glad that you got your mamma's brains." John told his son with a proud grin, as he pointed the car toward the motel that they had been staying at.
Sam had looked, and double looked, for Chris' name, Dean's name and any other name that his father threw out at him.
"I really thought that we'd find something. What are we supposed to do now?" Sam asked with a frustrated sigh.
"Nothing short of knocking on every door in Lawrence." John said sharing in his son's frustration, as they once again hit a brick wall.
Later that evening they went to get some food, both making sure to keep their eyes open for any sign of Dean. Sam even worked up the nerve to ask some of the people at the diner. Which turned up nothing, except for a few dreamy eyed girls, who all said that Dean hadn't exactly took them home to meet his parents. Halfway through the meal John's phone rang, and an unfamiliar phone number popped up. So he decided to let it go to voice mail. The next time it rang showing the same number, John answered because if someone called twice it usually meant that they were calling about a job.
"Hello? John answered quietly, his ears were only met with the sound of harsh breathing. Hello?" He asked again.
"Please." Were the only words that he heard, but what he heard next had him up on his feet, and out of the diner in a flash.
John heard the sound of some sort of impact, followed by Chris' nasty words. Then the grunts of pain that
undeniably came from Dean.
"Dean? Can you hear me? John asked without a response, but stayed on the line until the line went completely dead. Sam dial voice mail...see what it says." John commanded as they went, God only knows where they were headed.
"Hey this is Dean. Um, I just wanted to let you know that Chris got me out of the hospital. I just wanted to thank you for staying with me, and bringing Sammy to see me. Well, I better go I don't want to piss Chris off any more than I already have. So...Goodbye." Dean said in a shaky whisper.
"Did you hear anything that could tell us where he is?" John asked his son even though the phone was on speaker.
"I think I might have heard music and some horns honking". Sam answered.
"Like music in a car, or was it live music?" John inquired, knowing how important it was for them to find Dean and fast preferably.
"It definitely sounded like live music, like maybe they were close to a bar." Sam answered without a doubt.
TBC
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