Don't Leave Me-SPN S2

Chapter 14 - Born Under a Bad Sign

Dean was on his cell phone, leaning against his car, next to me. I had a worried face. Dean was fidgeting, clearly upset.

"Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him?" Dean asked. Ellen spoke. "I swear, it's like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind here." Dean said. Ellen spoke. "No, I've called him a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I don't know where he went, or why. Sam's just gone." Dean said and his cell phone beeped. "Hang on." Dean said. The phone showed another incoming call, Sam's Cell. He answered it. "Sammy? Where the hell are you? Are you okay?" Dean asked. My face went from worried, to surprised and worried. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you? All right, don't move, I'm on my way." Dean said.

Dean and I drove to reach Sam, passing a sign reading Twin Lakes. We arrived at the hotel and parked, then got out.

Dean and I walked frantically down a narrow hallway, checking door numbers until we reached room 109. Dean knocked.

"Sam, it's me. Sam!" Dean said. He tried the door- it was open. Inside, Sam hadn't moved, still sitting numbly on one bed.

"Sam? Hey." Dean said and I ran over to him.

"Hey, Dean." Sam said. Dean kneeled beside him.

"Are you bleeding?" I asked.

"I tried to wash it off." Sam said. Dean saw Sam's shirt covered in blood; he groped at it, searching for a wound.

"Oh my god." Dean said.

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

"Whose is it?" I asked.

"I don't know." Sam said.

"Sam, what the hell happened?" Dean asked. Sam finally looked up.

"Dean. I don't remember anything." Sam said.

Dean returned to the room, carrying a grocery bag. Sam had changed clothes and was looking a little less out of it. Dean had asked me to watch Sam when he left.

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

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

"Dean." Sam said.

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

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

"Yeah. That's what I mean." Dean said.

"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. But you're, you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with." Dean said.

"Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?" Sam asked.

"Sam..." I said.

"What if this is what Dad warned you about?" Sam said.

"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?" I asked. Sam sat down.

"Just me and you two, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and..." Sam said.

"West Texas? That was, that was over a week ago." I said.

"That's it." Sam said. Dean looked stunned, while I was trying to stay calm.

"Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month." Sam said.