Rivers Deep | Sam Winchester

19. Value Of A Moment

"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory." - Dr. Suess

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Noah tapped his feet to the beat of 'Saturday Night Special' as he felt the Impala gliding over the roads smoothly beneath him. Dean's phone began ringing and he answered it, putting it on speaker.

"Yeah?" he answered as Noah turned the music down. "There's a cop car outside," Came Sam's whispered voice.

"You think it's for us?" Noah questioned. "I don't know," Sam responded. "I don't see how, I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards," Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

Sam sighed, "They're leaving, false alarm."

"See? Nothing to worry about," Dean spoke to his brother, his tone calming. "Yeah, being fugitives is a freaking dance party," Sam said, sarcastically.

"Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe," Dean grinned. "So, you guys got anything yet?" Sam questioned. "Man, you've got us out here searching a fifty mile radius, you really expect us to find anything?" Noah raised an eyebrow.

"Well, that's where all the victims disappeared," Sam replied. "Well we've come up with diddly-squat, what about you?" Dean stated.

"Just one thing, I'm pretty sure of it now, we're hunting a djinn," Sam answered. "A freaking genie?" Dean laughed. "Yep," Was Sam's simple reply.

"No way, you think that these suckers can really grant wishes?" Dean questioned. "I don't know, I guess they're powerful enough, but not exactly like Barbara eden in Harem pants, I mean, djinn have been feeding off of people for centuries, they're all over the Qur'an," the flipping of book pages could be heard in the background, behind Sam's voice.

"My God," Dean stated, "Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? And way hotter than that 'Bewitched' chick."

Noah raised his hand, smacking Dean on the back of the head, making Dean throw him a glare for a split second. "Are you even listening to me?" Sam deadpanned.

Dean cleared his throat, "Yeah, so uh, where do the djinn's lair up?"

"Ruins, usually, the bigger, the better, more places to hide," Sam explained. "Alright, I think I saw a place a couple miles back, I think we're gonna go check it out," Dean informed his brother.

"Wait, no, no, no, come pick me up first," Sam tried.

"Nah, I'm sure it's nothing, I just wanna take a look around," Dean excused. "Take care of my dog, giraffe!" Noah teasingly stated, earning a laugh, before Dean hung up the phone.

The Impala came to a slow stop on the wet asphault, before the two climbed out, flashlights in hand. Dean slowly opened the door, as it made an eerie creaking noise.

There were several leaks in the ceiling, allowing moonlight and rain water through. The men walked down the long hallway before coming to two seperate entries. Dean took the left and Noah took the right. As Noah walked down the hallways, scanning over everything he could see with his flashlight, he heard a loud thud, as well as a yelp.

"Dean!" he shouted, running back down the hallway and to where Dean had entered. He walked down the passage, seeing Dean passed out on the floor, but as he went to run to him, an arm grabbed his waist and a hand touched his head.

His eyes rolled back into his head as his vision faded to black.

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Noah shot up, staring ahead at the wall. He was on high-alert as he panted for breath. Glancing to his right, he saw a random TV show playing on a TV, he felt that he was in a bed. He looked down, he was naked. He looked to his left, and there was a pale back facing him.