Blind Leading the Blind

14. Born Under a Bad Sign

UNDERPASS

Dean was on his phone, leaning against his car. He was fidgeting and upset. Maeve stood next to Dean, with a concerned look on her face.

"Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him?" He paused. "I swear, it's like looking for my dad and Conor  all over again. We're losing our minds here." He paused again. "No, Maeve and I've called him a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. We don't know where he went, or why. Sam's just gone." He phone beeped. "Hang on."

Dean got a call from Sam and answered. "Sammy? Where the hell are you? Are you okay?" He paused. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you? All right, don't move, Maeve and I are on our way."

Maeve turned to Dean nervously and he nodded. "Yeah, Maeve, it's really him."

"Oh, thank god," Maeve whispered.

MOTEL

Sam hung up the phone slowly, looking numb. His knuckles were bloody.

Dean and Maeve drove to reach Sam, passing a sign that read TWIN LAKES. They arrived at the hotel, parked, and got out.

Dean and Maeve walked frantically down a narrow hallway, the former checking door numbers until they reached room 109 and knocked.

"Sam, it's us. Sam!" Dean called.

Maeve felt for the knob and tried the door to find it open. Sam was sitting numbly on the bed.

"Sam?" Dean called. "Hey."

"Hey, Dean. Hey, Maeve," Sam replied.

Dean knelt beside him. "Are you bleeding?"

"I tried to wash it off."

Dean saw Sam's shirt covered in blood and groped at it, searching for a wound. "Oh my God."

"I don't think it's my blood."

"Whose is it?" Maeve questioned.

"I don't know."

"Sam, what the hell happened?" Dean asked.

Sam finally looked up. "Dean. Maeve. I don't remember anything."

Dean left the room, leaving Maeve with Sam.

She found his bag and rifled through it, pulling out a shirt and handed it to him. "Why don't you shower and change? You'll at least feel clean, and then we can figure out what happened to you."

Sam silently took the shirt before asking, "Coffee?"

"I'll try."

Sam went to freshen up and Maeve managed to brew coffee for Sam.

Once he was out of the shower, Maeve poured him a cup of coffee, trying her best to make it the way he liked it.

Sam sat at the table and sipped the coffee. "Thanks, Maeve."

She nodded. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, a little."

"Good. Please don't disappear like that on me again. Or on Dean."

Dean returned to the room, carrying a grocery bag.

"What'd you find out?" Sam asked.

"You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora," Dean told him. "Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan-"

"Dean."

"Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual."

"You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?"