Let Her Cry (Sam Winchester)

<Hendrix, no....>

Chapter 8
Evelyn's POV

The motel I chose to stay at was horrendous. The door barely opened, the water reeked of sulfur, the bed didn't look to bad until I actually laid on it and out crawled at least seven spiders and the floor I didn't even bother to try and sleep on, so to the car for me it was. My bacon cheeseburger didn't taste the same when I didn't have Dean here to try and steal a bite from mine after finishing his. I didn't think this through completely; I was alone and had no case to work on to distract my broken heart. This was lovely.

I got out of my car to throw out some garbage when I heard my phone go off. "Fuck." I mumbled and reached for the phone in the back seat. "Hello?" I asked as I heard Deans voice come through the communication device. "Hey Lyn, how's everything so far?" Dean asked curiously, I sighed and walked over to the garbage, the phone nestled between my ear and shoulder. "Its okay I guess, the motel I chose to stay at sucks balls. I actually laid down on the bed and seven spiders crawled out." I shivered in disgust.

Deans laughter rang through the phone. "It's not funny dick!" I laughed trying to sound upset but failed. After our laughter died down Dean sighed wearily. "I'm sorry things happened between you and Sam, Lyn, I feel terrible-" I laughed. "Dean, stop its fine, I'm fine now. I knew he wasn't to thrilled on finding out he was stuck with me." I choked back tears. "Its not fine Lyn, because you deserve happiness. I've always known you and Sammy have liked each other, but I wouldn't have guessed he would be this... harsh during a fight. Its his fault anyways for not trusting you and then hitting below the belt." Dean let out a low whistle. "But I understand your heartache, and I'm coming to you actually. I'll be hunting with you until Sam gets his head out of his ass."

I was silent for a moment. "Dean you don't have to-" A hand flew over my mouth making me drop my phone. I screamed, it only being muffled by my kidnappers hand. I started to panic, so out of self defense I stepped on their foot. "You little bitch," The voice rang out sounding quite manly. I tried desperately to bite down on his hand, but failed, only scraping the grimy skin. "Boss sure will be proud of me." He said proudly and dragged me over to the black van.

Throwing open the doors he tossed my body in the back carelessly. "HELP!" I screamed and started to pound against the doors. "You cunt! I warned you! Knock her out Charlie," The voice snarled and then my sight went from the van walls to black.

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Sam's POV

I sighed as I tried for at least the seventh time to call Lyn and got no where. "Shit." I mumbled angrily and got up to get another beer. My phone began to ring, and my heart leapt. Was it Lyn?

To my dismay it was Dean and I answered it with deflated hopes. "What Dean?" I sighed into the phone as Dean began to talk eagerly. "Sam, its Lyn man, I was on the phone with her and all of a sudden it sounded like she dropped her phone and I heard what sounded like a fight, and I haven't heard from her since." He panicked as I tried to wrap my head around the situation at hand; Lyn was gone.

"Where was she?" I asked and could hear the worry in my voice. "She mentioned some trashy motel and I tracked her phone and it says she's at Skyview Motel in Maryland." Dean explained his voice loud. "Lets meet there then and we can go from there." I told Dean and imagined him nodding. "Ok, yeah see you there." He replied and he sounded pretty distracted. "I'm leaving Bobby thanks for everything I'll be back soon!" I called out and waited until I heard the grunt from Bobby.

Racing out the door I made my way to the car and sped off to Skyview Motel.

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"Hey." Dean said as I climbed out of my car. I took in his appearance, he looked rough and panicked, but I could only imagine what I looked like. Lyn was like Deans little sister and this was probably driving him just as nuts as it was I. "Any traces of anything?" I asked quickly and scanned the area. Dean frowned and shook his head, "Nothing, it's completely clean, we must be working with someone high up now." I sighed and rubbed a hand down my face. "Did you talk to anyone?" I asked eagerly as he once again shook his head. "That's your job, not mine." He replied.