Chapter 5

The call went to Dean's voicemail again and Sam snorted in disgust as he tossed the cell on his bed so he could continue to pace the length of the room. Something wasn't right; he could sense it in his gut. If Dean had met a girl and decided to go home with her, he knew he would have called or sent a text so he wouldn't worry. Sam knew he should be back by now as he glanced at the time on the clock sitting on the nightstand.

Sam's one thought was to find his brother, so he walked quickly to the table and sat down in front of his laptop. He went online and pulled up a tracking program he had installed a long time ago and plugged in Dean's cell number. He hit enter and waited as the program began to run, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table. When it finally pulled up a map, Sam leaned closer and enlarged it enough so he could see where the cell phone was.

He scribbled down the address of the bar that was close by and used his cell to call a cab. Sam grabbed his coat and headed outside to wait for the taxi that would hopefully take him to his brother. Sam was going to give him a tongue lashing for worrying him unless he was hurt in some way and then he would do what came automatically, take care of his brother.

The cab pulled into the parking lot and Sam hurried to it and got in the back. He gave the cabbie the address and sat back as he pulled into traffic and headed across town. It didn't take him long to get to the bar since there wasn't much traffic this time of night. Sam thanked the cabbie and paid him before getting out.

The bar looked like it was closing as people wandered out, some going to cars, others walked down the sidewalk, and others headed down the street to a 24-hour diner. Sam saw the Impala framed in a set of headlights and made his way toward it dodging people and cars. He looked in the windows but didn't see his brother in the front or back. Sam frowned as he looked around the parking lot. He felt something under his shoe and looked down to see Dean's keys on the ground. He bent over and picked them up, clasping them tightly in his hand.

"Where the hell are you Dean?" Sam mumbled as he tried to stave off the panic that was starting to build inside of him.

Not knowing what else to do, Sam tried calling Dean's cell again and thought he heard something coming from the darkness down the street. He used the keys to open the trunk and got out a flashlight to use. Once his eyes adjusted to the lack of light away from the bar, Sam saw what looked like an alley between two buildings. He tried the call again and caught a faint sound coming from that direction and turned on his flashlight as he slowly and cautiously stepped between the buildings.

The light played off the walls and dumpsters that lined one side of the alley. There were two weak lights halfway down the alley that barely gave off enough illumination to see anything. He pulled his gun out and began to check around the dumpsters and doorways for Dean or whoever had done something to him. It was a slow process and by the time he got halfway down he was beginning to wonder if he had just been hearing things.

Something fell just out of the light and Sam shone his light that way. Another noise sounded and he cautiously walked toward it. Curled into a space beside a dumpster was a body that Sam would know anywhere.

"Dean," Sam gasped as he hurried to his brother's side. He faltered when frightened keening and garbled noises came from his brother. Dean was trembling and trying to push himself further away from Sam as he hunched his shoulders and hid his face. "Hey man, what's wrong?" Sam knelt beside Dean, putting away his gun and using his light to try and check his brother for injuries. He stared in horror as a cold chill rolled over him when the light showed the blank, emptiness of Dean's eyes and memories of the victims in the hospital came to mind.

Dean tried to fall over and crawl away from the hulking giant that was blinding him with something. He had no idea who he was or what had happened. There was nothing in his mind to help him out as he pushed away from Sam and grabbed the dumpster to try and stand. His legs buckled and he swayed back and forth, not able to keep his balance enough to walk.

"Whoa there," Sam told him as he grabbed Dean's arm to keep him from falling. He watched Dean try to pull away and cringed with his touch but held on. "It's okay Dean. I'm your brother, Sam. I'm not going to hurt you," he tried to explain as Dean continued to whine like a hurt animal. "We need to get you out of here. C'mon bro, work with me please," Sam pleaded with him as he stumbled with Dean in tow toward the end of the alley. He fought to keep them both upright and to make Dean understand how to walk. "Move your feet Dean, easy now. It's not far. We'll go back to the motel and get you cleaned up. How does that sound?" Sam put an arm around Dean's waist to help hold him as he staggered beside him.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he had the Impala in sight. He guided Dean as best as he could to the car and leaned him against the side to open the passenger door. With a little maneuvering, he got Dean seated on the passenger side and lifted his legs to put them in the wheel well. He straightened and winced in pain from his strained back and arms. It had been a struggle getting Dean to cooperate and he was almost dead weight. Sam closed the door and rushed to the driver's side to get in. He cranked the car and almost had a heart attack when Dean screeched loudly.

"Dean, man, it's okay. It's just your Baby cranking," Sam tried to assure him. "Easy there, bro," Sam cooed rubbing his arm as he tried to curl up in the seat with his hand over his ears. He was panting hard and making illegible noises. "It's okay," Sam tried again, turning Dean's face where he could see his eyes and continued to speak softly. "It's not going to hurt you. I won't let anything hurt you. You're going to be okay. I'll figure this out and get you back."

Sam put the car into gear and eased it from the parking lot ever watching Dean as he trembled in the seat and stared aimlessly out the window. He kept his speed low so not to frighten his brother any more than he was and let out a long breath when he saw the sign for the motel up ahead. Sam pulled into the lot and around to the back to park in front of their room.

"I'll be right back," Sam assured Dean before getting out and hurrying to the door to unlock it. He went back to the car to open the door and tried to decide the easiest way to get Dean out. He tried to unfold his body and got his feet on the ground. "We're going to stand up now bro. We can do this." Sam grunted as he finally got Dean standing and shut the car door. "We've got to walk to the room. Like before, move your feet," Sam instructed him pointing down at their feet.

With a little pushing and shoving, Sam got Dean into the room and onto his bed where he fell over and laid there. He let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his brow as his mind began to race. He needed to do something to help his brother, but he needed help in doing that.

"Cas man, I need you," Sam prayed. "It's Dean…."

A/N: Sam finds Dean and his fears come true. He knows help is needed and prays. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I do like reviews/comments. NC