Blind Boys Don't Lie

Missing

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***

It was late. Far too late. Sam should be home by now.

Dean couldn't help but worry as he sat in his trashed hotel room. Newspapers were strewn about the room, and he'd been reading into clues from the cases as well as John's journal.

He spent the past half hour on a three way conference call with Bobby Singer, his basically adopted father, and Garth Fitzgerald IV, one of Bobby's hunter friends.

They both seemed to believe it could be vampires causing these disappearances. Or ghouls. The jury was undecided on that just yet.

But Sammy was punctual. He would not be this late. He wouldn't miss dinner. He wouldn't make Dean angry. So where was he?!

As if on cue, there was a quick knock on the hotel door. Dean jumped up and threw it open.

"Sammy, do you have any idea what time it is?!" He shouted at the red haired kid standing in front of him. His face fell.
"You're not Sammy."

"No, but you're Dean, right?" He said frantically. "Can I come in?"

"Uh, yeah, what's this all about?" Dean held open the door and the kid entered. He was carrying Sam's bag on his shoulder. "Where'd you get that bag?" Dean growled.

"Sam's your brother, right? I saw him get taken." He blurted out. "It was right after he got off the coaster, someone took him. I saw the whole thing! He got t-taken..."

A rock settled in Dean's stomach. "A-And it took you this long to tell someone?!"

"T-To be fair, uh, Mister, I didn't know your hotel and had to, uh, call around." He stammered quickly.

Dean breathed out and ran a hand through his hair.
"Who are you, how do you know Sammy?"

"I'm Maxx, Maxx Walsh, I was with your brother in line. He dropped his bag when he was taken. All I found inside was a comic and a switchblade. I tried tracing the name on it, it led me to Dean Winchester. And that's you, so here I am." He said all this information in one breath.

"Woah, okay kid, calm down, say it again. Every detail you can remember. Take a sip of this and tell me again." Dean handed Maxx a can.

Maxx sniffed it. Alcohol. Though underage, a sip wouldn't hurt, so he took a swig and grimaced at its bitter flavor. He was able to calm down and explain to Dean about Sam being taken. By the time he finished, he had stopped stuttering, but he still couldn't look Dean in the face.

"Is that the truth?" Dean asked.

"The truth," Maxx muttered.

"The whole truth?"

"Dean...,"

"Fine, you said he had a comic with a number on it? Let's call them, maybe they saw Sam." Dean decided.

Maxx nodded and grabbed the phone.

Dean dialed the number, and the first two rings of the phone were the most tense moments of his life.

"Hello?" a voice on the other end spoke.

"Hello, who is this?" Dean half-asked, half-demanded.

"You called us, buddy, I figured you knew!" The voice responded, "Are you having vampire problems?"

"I'm looking for my brother," Dean stated. "He was in your shop today to buy a comic, and now he's missing."

"What does he look like?" Another voice chimed in.

"Short, 13 years old, brown hair...," Dean started.

"Yeah we've seen him. We gave him a copy of Destroy All Vampires. Told him to stay safe."

"Yeah, well, he's missing and you're the first lead we have in this. Where's your shop?"

"Fifth storefront on the Boardwalk, ask for Alan and Edgar Frog,"

"I'll be there in ten minutes," Dean finalized. He hung up the phone and turned to Maxx. "You coming with me?"

"Of course, I saw the whole thing,"

Dean was halfway out the door before Maxx could call to him.

"H-Hey Dean? Uh... man-this-is-gonna-sound-crazy-- Do you believe in vampires?"

Dean laughed sarcastically, "Maxx, I believe in a whole lot more than that."

***

Dean and Maxx ran into the comic store in under five minutes and went directly to the counter. There was a young man in a gray shirt unpacking boxes of books.

"Hey, I'm looking for Alan and Edgar Frog, I'm Dean, I called about five minutes ago," Dean panted slightly from the run.

"I'm Alan," he said, putting the box down and hopping over the counter.

"Edgar!" Alan shouted, and another boy came from the back room with a comic labeled Vampires Everywhere.

"So, you must be Dean," Edgar said, handing him the book. Dean looked at it in surprise. "We're not crazy, but we have suspicion to believe that your brother was kidnapped... by vampires."

"Vampires?" Dean repeated.

"Santa Carla is crawling with them," Alan added.

"Bad breath, long nails, sharp fangs--"

"Yeah I know what Vampires are!" Dean cut them off. "What I want to know is why you think they'd steal my brother!"

"For a blood bag, I'd assume, or to turn him into a member of the undead," Alan explained.

"What you need to do is get a nice, sharp stake and drive it--"

"I'm a hunter," Dean finally admitted, saving himself the trouble of formalities. "I fight the undead all the time. Ghosts, werewolves, shifters, ghouls, and this is definitely not my first vamp case. Just show me where their nest is. I'll handle the rest."

"You think you can take out a whole coffin of vamps on your own, buddy?" Edgar inquired, squinting at Dean. "How old are you, exactly?"

"Done it before. And I'll do it again for Sam. Now show me where it is."

"Well there's your problem," Alan interjected. "You assume we know exactly where these bloodsuckers are hanging out."

"I do," Maxx blurted out. All heads turned to him and his face reddened.

Without questioning how or why, because Dean didn't care at the moment, the oldest Winchester stepped forward and put a hand on Maxx's shoulder.

"Take me to it. Let's get our supplies and get my brother back."

"No point in going now, it's night time. That's when the vampires are awake and roaming. They'll have Sam, and they'll kill us both. We'll have to go tomorrow, at first light," Maxx muttered.

"Fine, tomorrow. First light. You take me there, then I go alone to get Sam." Dean huffed.

"We're coming, too," Edgar demanded.

"You'll slow me up, and I don't want any more people getting hurt than they have to," Dean countered.

"Listen, buddy, you came to us!" Edgar shouted. "We're fighting for truth, justice, and the American Way! We're coming too!"

"Yeah? And I'm fighting for my brother."