Supernatural Oneshots

Born Under A Bad Sign

How the hell did I write over 6000 words???

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Lizzie sat anxiously in the passenger seat of the impala tapping her fingers on her thighs and biting the inside of her lip. She glanced up occasionally checking to see if Dean was finished with his phone call. He had gone outside to call Ellen again to see if she had found anything out about Sam's disappearance.

Sam had been missing for a week now. He had gone out to get some food and never came back. Lizzie and Dean had been searching ever since without much luck. Now Dean stood leaning against the impala with a phone to his ear, and by the looks of it, Ellen and Ash hadn't found anything useful either.

Lizzie's attention went back to her fingers swiftly tapping away. She tried to stop the nervous habit, but it had only gotten worse the longer San was gone. He could be dead for all she knew, killed by some spirit or demon. Liz looked up at Dean once again when she felt the car shift. Dean had stood upright and was beginning to pace.

Lizzie thought she heard through the car, "Sammy where the hell are you?!" She perked up. Dean spoke again, "okay calm down calm down, where are you? We're on our way." Dean hung up the phone and hopped into the drivers seat. "Did you find him? Is he okay?" Lizzie worried. Dean started the car, "I just got off the phone with him, he sounded freaked, but I know where he is." Lizzie nodded, "step on it."

They raced down the road and in almost no time they arrived in the town of Twin Lakes. Dean parked the car outside a motel and the two hunters practically ran inside. Dean led to way to Sam's room and slammed on the door. "Sam it's me," he said in a calmer voice than Lizzie would've been able to muster. There was no answer. Dean knocked again. This time Lizzie called, "Sam!"

Dean grabbed the door handle and turned it. The door swung open and there was Sam sitting on the motel bed in some kind of stupor. They walked inside and the first thing Lizzie noticed was Sam's bloody knuckles. She hurried over and knelt by the bed, "Sam? God what happened?" He didn't look up, "hey Liz."   "You're bleeding," Dean stated as he knelt down too. Sam spoke again, "I tried to wash it off." He sounded hollow.

Dean began inspecting him further, moving his arms out of the way, and revealing a large red stain on the front of Sam's shirt. Lizzie gasped. "Oh my God," worried Dean as he tried to check the damage. There were no tears in the shirt. Sam looked up, "I don't think it's mine."

Dean made eye contact with Sam. Lizzie looked up at him too. "Dean," whimpered Sam, "I don't remember anything."

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Lizzie and Sam sat in the motel room silently. Lizzie at the table and Sam on the bed. Neither of them attempted to break the silence as they waited for Dean to return with new clothes for Sam and hopefully some intel on this whole situation. The door opened and in walked Dean holding a paper bag. Sam stood to meet him, "What'd you find out?"

Dean put the bag on the table and said, "you checked in 2 days ago under the name Richard Sambora, course I think the scariest part of all this is that you're a Bon Jovi fan-"

"Dean." Sam interrupted.

"Your rooms been quiet. No one noticed anything unusual."

"You mean no one's noticed me walking around covered in blood?" Sam began pacing.

"Yeah," replied Dean, "that's what I mean."

"Then how the hell did I get here Dean?"

"I don't know, but what matters is that you're okay now."