Disclaimer: With only a few of these left, you'd think I'd be more creative with finding ways to say no, huh?

A/N: Hey everyone! Not much of an added notes today… just wanted to say a quick thank you for the good thoughts; it means a lot. This story actually came out of nowhere—I've been struggling to write anything for weeks, but boom; out comes this guy. It's not long and I feel bad giving y'all a short story as one of my last three, but it's better than nothing, right? Like most of my stories that pop out of nowhere, it's related to one of a few favorite episodes—this one once again being a missing scene from 'Red Meat' purely because I was always sure that there was another conversation that happened after Sam and Dean got cut off in the forest (how else would Dean know to go back into the clinic to find Corbin?). Anyways, enjoy and as always, review! Thanks!

Title: Phone Call
Genre: Good question… can 'missing scene' now be a genre? Or can 'this story is too short to fall into a category' be one? If so this would fit into both of them.
Summary: A small missing scene right after Sam and Dean are disconnected in the forest in the episode 'Red Meat'.

Phone Call

Sam felt his entire body tremble as he attempted to steer the Impala through his hazed and blurring vision. Despite this he pressed his foot down harder, and heard the consequential roar of the engine and the speedometer go up. This would have been dangerous on a good day as the forested road had sharp turns, loose gravel and the danger of wild animals; but Sam didn't care, he had to get somewhere with good signal so he could call Dean back. Corbin was somewhere near his brother, and Sam hadn't had enough time to get the important information of him being an evil bastard before being cut off.

"C'mon, c'mon!" Sam's eyes flicked down to his phone which he clutched in his right hand.

The small circle with a slash through it indicated the continued lack of service, and Sam cussed loudly. The pain in his stomach was causing black spots to dance in his vision and a sickening feeling of wanting to vomit. But he pushed all this aside as he maneuvered through the lush woodland with no other thought than Dean's voice over the phone—he was alive and Sam would be damned if he let anything change that.

He had to warn him about Corbin.

Less than five minute later of diving and Sam heard three quick consecutive beeps come from his phone. His heart lurching, Sam looked down at his phone to see that not only did he now have signal, but messages. Aware that he wasn't physically and mentally able to drive and use his phone at the same time, the hunter slammed on the breaks and pulled to the side of the road.

"Dean," Sam breathed with a smile as he saw two text messages and a missed phone call from his brother.

'Sam call me!'

'Are you ok?'

The two quick text messages spoke of the desperation, and with a press of the button, Sam dialed his brother's number.

"Sammy?!" Dean's frantic voice spoke over the phone after a single ring.

"Yeah," Sam was breathing hard and could feel his heart pounding in his chest with adrenaline, "Dean, are you alright?"

"Oh God…" Dean's voice cracked with emotions, "Sam I'm fine. Where the hell are you?"

Sam leaned his head weakly against the steering wheel in relief at hearing his brother, "I-I'm sitting in the car. I had to drive a bit to get signal. Listen Dean, where's Corbin?"

"In with Michelle I think," Dean spoke through the phone.

"He's the one who got me at the cabin," Sam could feel his world waning again and wanted desperately to get the information out, "Dean you need to get back to him and stop him."

"Damn it! I'm going to fricken kill him!" Sam could hear Dean suddenly start moving, "Sammy… Sam how bad are you?"

Sam swallowed the bile which rose in his throat and didn't realize how long he was taking to answer until he once again heard Dean's frightened voice over the phone.

"Sam, I'm coming for you right now."

"No," Sam blinked hard and shook his head despite talking on the phone, "Dean no, I'll be okay. You-you need to stop Corbin before he hurts someone else. I get the feeling he may have been bit by one of the werewolves at the cabin. The… the way he looked at me when…"

"You're not making this decision any easier Sam!" Dean's voice barked.

Sam found himself smiling weakly, "Go Dean."

There was a long pause and Sam could mentally envision Dean's hesitation, "Sammy…"

"I made it this far Dean," Sam breathed deep looking down at his blood-soaked shirt, "I promise I'll be alright. Just stop him, and watch your back. I-I'm heading out there."

"I swear to God Sam if you do anything stupid like die on me…"

Sam started back up the Impala, "Then what? We're not Jack and Jill Dean… you don't come tumbling after me when I fall."

Another awkwardly long pause occurred and for a moment Sam thought they'd been disconnected before Dean spoke again, "Just be careful Sammy. Please."

"I will," Sam breathed deep and winced at the pain that shot through his entire abdomen, "You too Dean. I'll see you soon."

"Okay," Dean's voice was husky and barely audible, "Drive safe Jack."

The End.