Blood Flows Thick

Chapter 1.

Deans p.o.v

    The hot sweat drips from my face as I run outside the brown and green, filthy, hotel. All I can see is a dark parking lot with my dad's impala ‘67. Her windows reflection of the flickering red hotel sign. I turn in a circle as no one is to be seen.

    “SAM!!!” I scream as the sweat continues to trickle from my face down to my neck. “Where the hell are you…?” I mumble. I run back to the hotel, and open the scratched door, and pack up a small bag, and pass by the pizza boxes. I run out, making sure I grabbed the gun dad left for me. I hop into baby, and start the engine. I step on the gas, as the tires squeal.

    The first 15 minutes is just me searching the streets, hoping to find Sam walking along. Trying not to think that something worse happened. The empty streets is all that greets me. After about 2 hours I speed back home. I slam the door, and run up to the hotel, trying to look around if there is any papers, objects, just...something saying where sam would be. Where would he head off to? Sammy is only 17. Oh god. What if--no why would something take him? I try to call dad, but of course, voicemail. He’s working a job right now...it was involving a friend of his so we couldn’t come to join….Oh man. He’s going to be so pissed when he comes back. I hang up, and try Sammy’s phone again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Again. Come on! Finally one more time.
“Dean?”
“Sam! Where the hell are you?”
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. We’ve talked about this. I don’t want this. Not like this.”
“Not like this?? Sammy-” and the other side goes dead silent. “Sam? Sammy?” I look at the phone. ‘Call ended.’

“Damn it!” I yell, slamming the phone on the unmade bed. I sit on the wooden chair in the corner, with a window above, tiny raindrops dripping down the glass. Just then, a small vibration picks my attention. I stand up and run to my phone. The screen lights up and I see three letters, “Dad” I hesitate but then click the green button and lift the phone up to my ear.

“Son! You know I’m on a case. Make it fast.”

“Yes, I know. But you have to come back. Now. Its Sam.”

“You’ve been takin care of him, right?”

“Yes of course, but….”

“Spit it out, son!”

“He’s gone.”

“What? Don’t move. I’ll be ther-” And before he can finish his sentence, he hung up. I paced back and forth in the room, waiting. And just half n hour later, I see my dad pull up, using his friends black truck. He fast walks out, with bags under his eyes. He comes in, looking threatening.

“Boy, where is Sam??”

“I...I don’t know. I went to sleep, and when I woke up, he was gone. I spent hours looking for him. I called a million times, but then he finally picked up. He said he's fine. Not to worry. I think he's just done with all of this, the hunting.”

“Dean, don’t you know that he may of not just left? There are many creatures in the world that can mimic voices. He is your responsibility!” 

“Mine? Yes. I know I have to take care of Sammy, I want to. But you're his father. He’s our responsibility.”

“Boy, hell he is. But I was-I am! Working a case. I can’t be here 24/7. So get off your ass and actually do something for once!”

“Do something for once? I've been there more for Sam than you EVER been. So you can shove your 24/7 up your ass!” John steps close to me, his shoulders widen, for a second, I’d swear he’d hit me. “Son. Are we just going to stand here, or find your brother?” With that, he pulls out his laptop. “We can hack the video surveillance and see where Sam went.” He opens somethings, types in many passwords, but then video footage pops up. We rewind the video, and see Sam, in the middle of the night, hair messy, with his bag hanging over his shoulder.  He passes the Impala, and goes to the end of the parking lot, to a suv car, and sticks metal, into the window, and it unlocks, and I can tell that he is hotwiring the car. He start to drive off. But before he takes a turn, dad pauses the video footage, and zooms in on the license plate, and writes it down on his peach colored notepad.

“We can track the license down. And follow him from there.” My dad says, as he pulls up another website for tracking him down. Once we get all the information, we pack up all of our stuff, and head for the road. It says that sam is about 9 hours away. Dawn rises upon us, as the dark purple sky, fades into yellow. House of the rising sun plays from the radio as dad and I don’t exchange a word. Looking out the window, green tall trees are in view. The reflection mirror, lightly dusted, shows back my reflection. My hairs messy. Tiny freckles scattered along my face. The car takes a left turn, and leads to a dead end. We walk out the car, as a shine catches my eye. The suv. Hidden with many broken branches. I draw a whistle, to catch my dad's attention.

“The cars over here, hidden.” I walk towards it, and lift off the branches. And sure enough, it's the same license plate.

“He switched cars. Smart boy.” John says. “We’ll have to go and see if there are any cameras, or something to show where Sam went next.”

Two weeks later….

    After the many nights trying to find sam, we finally find him. Well, I actually find him. I stand outside this broken down, brown house. Through the window, and pale curtains, I see Sam, Sitting down at a table. Looking...happy. I spent all this time ruining my mind, thinking something bad may of actually happened. But he was just right here. It seems like he's calling somebody on the phone. I pull mine out, and call him. Sam pauses, and draws is phone away, seeing that he is getting another call, and he just shakes his head, and hangs up. I put my phone away, and watch him. Should I even go in there? He doesn’t need me. He’s happier on his own. No. I gotta get him. If I don’t, dad is just going to be even more mad. In there two weeks, we have never fought more before. I walk up the wooden steps of the house, and knock. I wait a second, and the door creaks open. There stands, Sam, shocked.

“Hiya Sammy.” I say, adding a sarcastic smile at the end

“Dean-” I walk past him, into the house.

“It smells like dog.” I spin around as food wrappers are in places, random crap on the walls, and half full pizza box, and, a golden retriever dog. “Seriously? You were gone for two weeks and you got a dog?”

Sam, ignoring my comment about the dog, “How did you find me?”

“You had to know that dad and I would find you one way or another.”

    Sam sits down in a old leathered chair, and grabs a pepperoni slice, and feds it to the dog.

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Why did you leave Sammy?”

“I needed some time, away from everything.”

“You could of atleast told us that you were okay!”

“I did! I said not to worry!”
“Come on, you know the monsters out there who could have copied your voice. You only answered once. Oh, and when dad got home….”

“I’m sorry Dean! But I wasn’t going to stay here forever, this is just temporary.”

“Oh well thanks for sharing that with the class!”

“I was going to come back. I just needed sometime, by myself.”

“Just come back home now. Please.”

“Home? We don’t have a home. It’s just bouncing between hotels.”

“You know what I mean. We need you. I need you, Sammy.”

    Sam doesn’t say anything back, but he groups his stuff together, and puts them in a bag. He goes and rips off a white piece of paper, and writes “Take care of him. -S” and slaps it on the table, and pets the top of the dogs head. I’m guessing he’s talking about the dog. But then he walks up to me, showing he’s ready. I open the door, to go back outside, ready to go back “home”.

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Well that is the first chapter! I have another account that has more people on it...but my friend irl doesn't watch Supernatural and wouldn't like it 😂😂 so shhhhh (best to read if you have watched Supernatural)