UNDERPASS
Dean was on his phone, leaning against his car. He was fidgeting and upset. Lana was holding his hand, trying to comfort him.
"Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him?" He paused. "I swear, it's like looking for my dad all over again. We're losing our minds here." He paused again. "No, Jocelyn 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, Joss and I are on our way."
"Is it really him?" Jocelyn asked.
Dean nodded. "It's really him."
MOTEL
Sam hung up the phone slowly, looking numb. His knuckles were bloody.
Dean and Jocelyn drove to reach Sam, passing a sign that read TWIN LAKES. They arrived at the hotel and parked and got out.
Dean and Jocelyn walked frantically down a narrow hallway, checking door numbers until they reached room 109 and knocked.
"Sam, it's us. Sam!" Dean called.
Jocelyn tried the door to find it open. Sam was sitting numbly on the bed.
"Sam?" Dean called. "Hey."
"Hey, Dean. Hey, Jocelyn," 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?" Jocelyn questioned.
"I don't know."
"Sam, what the hell happened?" Dean asked.
Sam finally looked up. "Dean. Jocelyn. I don't remember anything."
Dean and Jocelyn left the room.
Later, Dean and Jocelyn returned to the room, the former carrying a grocery bag.
"What'd you two 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?"
"Yeah. That's what I mean."
"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean, Lana? What happened to me."
Jocelyn leaned against the counter as she said, "We don't know. But you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with."
"Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?"
"Sam..." Dean began.
"What if this is what Dad warned you about?"
"Hey, whoa, whoa, come on man, let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?"
Sam sat. "Just me and you three, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and..."
"West Texas?" Jocelyn repeated. "That was, that was over a week ago."
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The Weight of Living
Mistério / SuspenseJocelyn Hudson stops the eldest Winchester in his tracks. Literally. From the first time he saw her, he could tell she'd been through something awful. He doesn't ask much, just where the one who treated her poorly was. And from then on, she stays...
