Bonds Broken ~Dean Winchester Love Story~

Born Under A Bad Sign -- Forgotten

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About a week passed, and we still haven't found him. Even with my powers, I still couldn't locate him. The whispering voices weren't giving anything away, and Sam had gone radio silent. Currently, we were parked on a muddy road besides a river, getting a hold of Ellen. "Ellen, it's me again," Dean mentioned as he pressed the phone into his ear. "Any chance you've heard from him? I swear, its like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind here. We've called him a thousand times. It's nothing but voice mail!" Dean snapped through her questions and answers. "We don't know where he went or why. Sam's just gone. Hang on." I whipped my head up towards Dean in curiosity. I gazed over his shoulder at the caller ID. He answered it swiftly, ignoring my alarmed expression. "Sammy, where the hell are you?! Are you okay? Hey, hey, hey, hey--" He snapped quickly. "Calm down. Where are you? Don't move! We're on our way."

"Dean, Dean--" I snapped as I got into the car as he gave me no answers. "Where is he?" I snap at him. "Is he okay?"

"He's in Twin Lakes," Dean simply said, but you could feel the tense anticipation in his voice.

I glared at the lack of answers as we hit the road. We made it to Twin Lakes in record time, and bee-lining to the hotel where Sam was. Dean banged on the door roughly as I called out. "Sam! It's us!" Dean bangs again after getting no answer. "Sam!" I try the door knob, and it opens easily. "Sam?" I whisper softly as we step in slowly. "Hey..."

"Hey, guys..." Sam whispers softly.

"Oh, honey," I gasp out as I notice his bloody knuckles.

"Are you bleeding?" Dean asks softly.

"I tried to wash it off." Sam mentions as I start checking over him. There's blood on his front. I smooth my hands over his front and pull his jacket aside.

"Oh my god," Dean and I murmur in alarm.

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

"Whose is it?" Dean asks.

"I don't know."

"Sam, what the hell happened?" Dean asks.

"Guys," Sam looks up slowly. "I don't remember anything."

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Dean went to go see when Sam checked into the motel as I made Sam get into the bathroom while I grabbed him some fresh clothes and discarded of his old ones. "What'd you find out?" I ask Dean as he gets back with food. Sam steps out of the bathroom with his clean clothes.

"He checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that he's a Bon Jovi fan." Dean jokes.

"Dean," I warn.

"Your rooms been quiet. Nobody's noticed anything unusual." Dean explains.

"You mean, no one saw me walking around covered in blood?" Sam asks in annoyance.

Dean hesitates, purses his lips and nods swiftly. "Yeah, that's what I mean."

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

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

"Oh, really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone, or worse?"

"Sam," Dean sighs.

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

"Whoa, whoa. Come on, man. Let's not jump the gun here." Dean quips. "We don't know what happened. We just got to treat this like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?"