Hunted

Sammy?

"Dude, wake her up."

"No, you do it."

I wake up to the sound of two men, bickering about something. All at once, the events from yesterday come flooding back to me. My eyes pop open to see Sam and Dean, standing awkward above me. They both abruptly turn away, which doesn't make sense to me. Then I remember what I was wearing last night. Even better? My sheets are right at my stomach. I yank them back up, a blush spreading fiercely over my cheeks. Fantastic.

They turn back around at the same time. "Hey, you're up!" Sam tries to act like nothing happened. I'm cool with playing it like that. Saves me the last shred of dignity I have. "Yup. What time is it?" I'm still groggy from sleep, and my head hurts. "About ten-thirty," Dean says. Ten-thirty? That's the latest I've slept in years! Hunters usually only get like five hours of sleep, six, if they're lucky. Last night, I got a full ten hours. Which also means I was sprawled out on the bed in my bra, in front of two men, almost complete strangers, for hours. Joy. "Alright, well, I'm gonna go to the bathroom so..." They get the message. "Oh, yeah, um Sam's just gonna go grab some breakfast and I'll just be on the computer." They nod and Sam is out the door. Dean looks at his laptop with his back to me, so I can scurry into the bathroom with my clothes.

After I've changed and freshened up, I exit the bathroom. Dean is still on the laptop, but there is no Sam to be found. "Hey, where's Sam?" I ask. I'ts been about ten minutes. "I'm not sure. He may be calling our... friend, Bobby." Dean sounded unconcerned, so I decided to forget about it. I flipped on the T.V. and started looking through channels. When ten more minutes passed, however, I started to worry again. "He should be back right now. I'm gonna go check outside for him," I say. Dean looks a little uneasy as well. "Let me join you. I'll call him too."

After searching the grounds and any nearby restaurants, Dean truly starts to freak out. Sam hasn't answered, and there's no sign of him anywhere. I try my best to calm him down. But there isn't much I can do. "Maybe he's back at the hotel? Let's go back and see. I bet he's waiting for us," I tell him. It doesn't reassure him though. You can tell I don't believe it, but it's our only shot. We return to the crappy little motel and sure enough, there is no Sam to be found.

This is all my fault. Because of me, Sam is missing. They wouldn't of stopped here if I wasn't here. Sam and Dean would still be together. I feel like crying, but I don't want to seem any weaker than I already am. Plus, Dean is going through more than I am right now. Even though he tries to hide it, I can see how distraught he really is. "I don't know anywhere else he could be. Let's just, uh, wait here, and hopefully he'll show up." I hear Dean mutter under his breath 'come on Sammy.' I feel terrible.

After fifteen more minutes of pacing back and forth, finally Dean's phone rings. Dean practically sprints towards it. Judging by the relief on his face, it's Sam. He accepts the call and starts shouting into the mouthpiece. "SAMMY. Get your ass back here. Ella and I have looked all over! Where the hell are you?" I walk over, really close to Dean, so I can hear what Sam has to say for himself. Instead of Sam answering though, we are greeted by a laugh. A girl's laugh. I have no idea who it is, and think it's just a girlfriend or something, but Dean's face turns sour. He looks down at me. 'Meg.' I raise my eyebrows. Who's Meg? This 'Meg' starts talking.

"Dean! What a pleasant surprise! I haven't talked to you in ages! Of course, last time we did talk, you sent me back to hell. Uncool. That's alright though, I'm not one for holding grudges." Back to hell? Is this a demon?

"What did you do to Sam. Where is he?" Dean's knuckles are white, and it looks as if he's about to crush the phone he's holding. I put a hand on his chest to tell him to calm down. Sam and Dean's bond is a lot tighter than I thought. "Not for being friends again? Boo... Well alright. If you want your brother dearest back, you'll have to come get him. We're on our way to Astoria, Oregon. Catch us if you can! Goodbye hun!" the line disconnects, leaving Dean and I furious. He madly starts to pack his bag, but I stop him. "Dean, why on earth would this chick tell us exactly where they would be? It's obviously a trap. Maybe we should think things through before you get any ideas."

"Oh it's definitely a trap, but I know a couple people who can help me out. I have to go. He's my brother." He looks like he's about to say more, but he seems a little choked up, so he remains silent. His eyes are pained. "Well then, I'm coming too. I was the one who got y'all into this mess in the first place, and I fully intend on helping you get out of it. And don't argue. I won't budge." I cross my arms as if to prove my point and stare him down, until his shoulders sag and he gives up. "Fine. I just don't want you to get hurt. If you do, I'd blame myself, and I already do that a lot. Stubborn girl."

I step over to him and awkwardly pat his back. "Hey, it's gonna be alright, ok? I'll make sure of it." He simply shrugs and takes his bag out to the car.

"It's alright to actually feel things, you know?" I call after him, but he's gone.