The gentle click of the motel door had instantly shaken Sam out of his fitful sleep. Dean watched in amusement as his little brother scrambled around the room in a daze looking for the knife he'd put under his pillow the night before. Slipping a free hand under his pillow, Dean pulled the knife from under his pillow and smirked, spinning the knife carelessly.
"S'just me little brother, lighten up, I got us a job."
Sam whipped around, his mind still disorientated, but calmed down after seeing the knife in Dean's hands and Dean gobbling down on a box of 's Donuts. He smiled softly as he reached down and snatched a donut from Dean as Dean protested before grabbing a cup of coffee. In that moment, everything seemed perfect, like it was before Dean had... Died.
After a small sip of the coffee, he cast a distasteful glance at the cup and realized it was black. Pulling a face, he gave Dean a slightly disgusted look. Which clearly stated 'What? No half caf latte?'
Dean snorted and chuckled lightly before teasing, "Aw don't be such a girl Samantha, if it makes you happy, I left you a teensy weensy bit of hot water." Dean gestured to the bathroom, a smirk pulling at his lips. Sam frowned in mock annoyance before grabbing his clothes and heading into the dingy little bathroom when he heard Dean call out.
"You've got 10 before I question your sexual orientation little sister!"
Dean received an empty soap bottle to the face for that one.
Exactly 9 minutes later, Sam emerged from the bathroom, hair dripping with water, clad in jeans and a loose fitting black tee. He had grown the past few months, Dean noted, taking the broadened chest into account. See, Sam had been able to take care of himself so well. There was definitely no mistake on his part. Dean smiled forlornly at the thought. Perhaps Sam didn't need him back. After all, he'd managed fine without him.
"...'n"
"D...'n"
"Dean!"
Sam's urgent voice breaks through Dean's reverie, as Sam shoots him a concerned look, scanning him carefully for any sign of injury or illness when no response was elicited from the other.
"Dude, maybe you should go check your own sexual orientation! What, you checking ME out now?"
Dean could hear the concern hidden behind the far too Dean-like taunt. He wondered briefly how Sam had managed to become that much like him in that long span of time, his mind straying to random thoughts of Sam in a bar hustling pool and attempting to pick up loose chicks. Now THAT was amusing. Dean let out a snort, punching Sam playfully as he did. "Bite me, Bitch."
"Jerk."
The walk to the car was painfully silent as both brothers trudged along the road, immersed in their individual thoughts. Whatever tension there was in the atmosphere was broken as soon as they stopped short in front of the car and Dean bumped into Sam in front of the driver's door.
"Whoa, easy there little brother, I'm driving my baby now, that's for sure."
Sam shrunk back, clearly embarrassed. He'd been so used to driving that he had completely forgotten. He mentally smacked himself on the head for that. He got into the passenger's seat of the car before taking a tentative peek at his brother and asked, "So, where to?"
"Some swamp forest in Arizona, there's been some hikers going missing there. So far no bodies have been found. Reports say -" Dean cut the sentence off as he turned the stereo on and blinked in surprise.
"Dude. What's up with this? You, you, were listening to Metallica?"
For Sammy to listen to Metallica, he must really miss me...
Sam looked away, a slight blush creeping up on his face at the mention of his choice of car music. He quickly diverted Dean's attention.
"So, you were saying something about the reports?"
Dean cast him a knowing smirk, before fixing his eyes on the road again.
"Well, from the looks of it, it seems like a giant monster took the hikers and dragged them off before devouring their bodies and leaving their bodies in a cave. Left a trail of humongous footprints. Looks like our kind of thing, huh Sammy?"
"Huh, wonder what big foot's thinking, coming all to way to Arizona at this time of the year."
They continued the rest of the drive in complete silence, each of them casting furtive glances at the other when they weren't looking, both thinking different thoughts. A sudden bump caused both of them to jerk out of their thoughts and look quizzically at each other. They got out of the car and found back tyre punctuated with odd marks.
As Dean circled around the car to assess the damage done to his precious car, Sam made his way to the forest at the side of the road and gasped in shock at the scene he saw. Dean whipped his head around immediately.
"What's up Sammy?"
Sam pointed mutely at a track of gigantic footsteps leading into the forest trail. Claw marks decorated the barren trees and some had traces of blood on them. Coming closer to look at it, Dean blanched at the sight.
"Guess Bigfoot here isn't keen on making friends huh Sammy?"
There was an awkward silence before Dean quirked his brow, wondering if Sam was too freaked out to say anything.
"Hey, what's up Samantha? Cat got your tongue?"
Dean turned around to tease him but stopped short and froze. His blood instantly ran cold when in the sudden realization of something... Or rather, the lack of it. In the short span of time Dean had spent looking at the forest, Sam had mysteriously disappeared without a sound.
Oh shit.
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A/N: Arghh, another painfully short chapter... Gah I need to practice writing longer chapters. Anyway, so Sammy goes missing xD What happens next? Nobody knows~