This IS a Bobby and Sam chapter. Dean's POV will be in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing sadly... Ok on with the reading
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Waking slowly to the already risen sun, Sam opened his crusty eyes. As he looked at the clock, he yawned as he read the time. 10:37. He sat up. Stretching, he looked over to Dean's bed.
Dean's not there.
Worry surged through him. Dean isn't
In his bed. 'Shit' Sam thought.
'Ok. Relax Winchester. Maybe he's in the bathroom.' With little hope he stood and walked over to the bathroom door.
"Dean?" He asked slowly. No answer. "Dean." Alittle more force this time. Still no answer, he opened the door to find an empty bathroom.
'Double shit' Sam thought as he worried.
"Bobby!" Sam said. Rather loudly to Bobby's ears as he grunted.
"BOBBY!" Sam screamed. Only to be yelled at by the guests in the room next to them. Sam just screamed back.
"YOU SHUT UP, DICKWAD!" That got Bobby up. "Why the hell you yelling at the other guests?" He asked, kind of annoyed.
Sam just stood there. Gesturing to Dean's bed. Bobby looked. 'Dammit' he thought.
Worry raced through both hunters as they automatically started packing.
Sam, grabbing his duffle and putting clothes in it.
Bobby, grabbing the guns and his books. He looked over at the door. Guilt sat deep in his stomach. He shouldn't have been sleeping. He should have been keeping an eye out.
Sam was feeling the same. He blamed himself. If anything happened...
Sam and Bobby finished packing in record time. Sam raced into the drivers seat of the impala. Thinking to himself as Bobby checked out.
So... Dean was obviously taken. If he had ran away (God knows why) he would've taken his beloved impala.
Worry and guilt pumped through Sam.
Dean was taken.
Sam had a pretty good idea of who took him. Son of a bitch. Sam had to find Dean, and FAST! Dammit. If only he hadn't fell asleep...
Before he could think of anything else, he noticed a red stain on the concrete.
Sam opened the door, got out. Worry and fear surrounding him. He kneeled down to the side of the stain.
It was not long until he realized... It was blood.
There was blood right outside there room. More unwanted fear struck Sam's heart. It had to be Dean's.
He looked to the side of the stain and saw ( from the very light dust on the ground) footprints. Goddamned footprints.
Sam remembered how Dean had went to bed with bare feet. Thankful, now that he did. He also noticed the larger sized shoeprints, along with an old cigarette butt.
Sam wanted to scream. Its official. Dean was taken by their fucking father. His eyes narrowed. When he gets his hands on him... Sam can't even begin to describe what he wants to do to get revenge on their father. Hell, he doesn't even deserve that rightful name. Father. Ha!
Sam got up. He raced over to the impala. He got in. He screamed. Dammit, if only he'd have stayed awake.
Bobby took a few more minutes (more like century) and got in. He looked at Sam worridly.
"John took him." Sam said. He will never say "dad" ever again. Bobby nodded slowly. "I figured. How in the name of HELL do we find them?"
The worst part is... Sam had no fucking clue.
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I know. I used very bad language in this chapter but I feel that is what Sam would think.
Dean's POV in the next chapter. I was gonna wait to write this but, my friend kept saying "write another chapter!" So... Its out early. See you next time :)