Separation Anxiety

Chapter 1

Summary: The Brothers become separated while searching for a soul catcher, but something happens and the Brothers are separated, can they find each other before the cold or the creature gets one of them.

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Sam Winchester poked idly at the food in front of him; he pushed the beans and sausages together with the egg, mushing it around the plate, while looking sideways, reading the paper beside his plate.

'Sam.' Dean said. When Sam carried on mixing his food he leant over and grabbed his hand. 'Sam, stop playing with it, waste of my money.'

'What?' Sam looked up from his reading; he sighed and dropped the fork. 'Sorry.'

'You're distracted, you ok.' Dean asked shoving a forkful of egg in his mouth.

'Mmm.' Sam said pushing the food aside and picking up the paper.

'You finished here.' The waitress smiled as she approached the table. 'Anything else I can get you.'

'Well now that you mentioned it.' Dean leant back and gave the brunette one of his charming smiles. 'Ow.' He growled as Sam's foot connected with his shin. The brunette gave him an odd look and walked off. 'Why'd you do that?' Dean hissed.

Dean looked confused as Sam just stood up and walked out. 'Sam, you alright.' Throwing some money down on the counter he followed Sam out. As he opened the diners door he shivered and wrapped his coat closer around his body. 'God I hate snow.' He frowned.

'Hey.' Dean pulled the Impala's door open and peered in. 'You look like crap you know.' He said as he climbed in.

'Thanks.' Sam grumbled. 'Couldn't sleep last night.'

'Nightmares again.'

'That and it was too friggin cold to sleep.' Sam rubbed his hands together trying to warm them up. He picked the paper up from his lap and threw it to Dean as he sat down.

'Hey, what I do.' Dean frowned, picking up the paper and folding it up.

'Nothing, read the front page.' Sam said. 'Left hand column.'

Dean unfolded it and scanned the paper till he found the small column, he cleared his throat. 'Uh…Terry Young, Matthias Free and Harry Granger were found dead and Laurence Young severely injured yesterday after rangers went out to search for the teenagers that had been missing for three days, rangers believe that they're deaths were caused by an animal attack, believed to be grizzlies. Rangers are now asking that people stay out of the Cheserkan Forest after they made the total deaths this month up to seven…So they've a rabid grizzly, not our problem.'

'Dean it's winter, aren't bears supposed to be hibernating or something. I think we should check it out.'

'Sam what's to check out, they were mauled by an animal, this is not our kind of problem.' Dean placed the paper on the seat and backed the Impala out onto the road.

'Look Dean there was one survivor; maybe we should go talk to him-'

'Sam we're leaving in a few hours, we only stopped for the night.' Dean looked over at his brother. 'Put the eyes away Sam.' Dean groaned as Sam continued to stare at him. 'Fine, we'll talk to him, but I'm telling you, it's just a rabid grizzly.'

'Yeah just like the wendigo was.' Sam couldn't help but say.

'I'm not going to argue Sam.' Dean turned the volume up on his radio, Sam winced as the blaring sound of Metallica hit his ears.

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'Are you related to Mr. Young?' The receptionist asked.

'Yeah, he's our cousin.' Dean said. He looked up at Sam who nodded.

'Ok, the doctor is with him at the moment, but when he's finished you can go in and see him.' The receptionist smiled.

Sam motioned to two seats behind them in the waiting area. 'God I hate hospitals.' Dean squirmed beside him. 'They're so depressing…oh maybe they're not that bad.' He suddenly smiled as a young nurse walked past. He was instantly punched on the arm.

'Dean focus.'

'Sirs, you can go see your cousin now.' The receptionist called to them. 'Room 113. If you go left down here, then turn right at the end, it's the room right at the end.'

'Thank you.' Sam grabbed Dean's sleeve. 'Come on.'

'Laurence Young.' Sam approached the bed slowly. He grimaced as the boys bruised and torn face turned in their direction.

'Who are you?' The boy croaked, he couldn't have been older than sixteen, he had hair similar to Sam's, which covered his eyes in shadows, bandages ran up and down his arms, a cast around his left wrist, the left side of his face was bruised and scratched and a large cut ran across one of his eyes. Sam bit his lip to stop himself from gasping.

'I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean, and we're reporters from the Cheserkan Daily.'

'I've already spoke to you.' The boy turned his head. Focusing his eyes on a spot on the wall of his room, not wanting to look at the Brothers.

'I know, but we just wanted to ask you a few more questions.' Dean pulled a notebook from his coat.

'Look, l don't need this, I've just lost my friends and my little brother. Do you sicko's take amusement in my pain.' The boy's voice cracked with emotion.

'No of course not.' Sam couldn't help but feel Dean's eyes burning holes in his back. 'We just wanted to know a little more about what attacked you.'

'It was a bear. I told you.'

'What I say.' Dean whispered, poking Sam in the back.

'I've never known a bear so smart and with eyes like that though.' Laurence's statement caused Sam to snap his head back round. 'What?'

'What did its eyes look like Laurence?'

'Like I'm going to tell anyone else again, they think I'm crazy. That's just the injuries making you confused. He mimicked the doctor.

'No, you can tell us.' Dean crouched next to Laurence, forcing him to look in his eyes.

Laurence took a deep breath, wincing as it hurt his ribs. 'It's eyes were bright red and it was like it knew what we were thinking. Then when it attacked…' He paused to blink back tears. 'It killed Terry first, and then Matthias, then…why didn't it kill me.' He whispered. 'I'll hear their screams for the rest of my life.' He wept.

Sam turned away. Dean looked up at him then back to the boy. 'Is there anything else you can tell us? No matter how crazy you think it sounds, you can tell us.'

'Uh…when it, when it attacked me, I felt really cold, it was like it was sucking out my life, you know, I didn't even feel it biting me just that odd feeling, like…' He shook his head. 'It was so strange, if I hadn't seen it, I would have said it was a demon or something…' He frowned. 'I told you, you wouldn't believe me.'

'No, no Laurence, we do believe you.'

'Yeah, can you please leave me alone now; I don't want to talk about it anymore.'

'Sure, thanks Laurence, we really appreciated you talking to us.'

Laurence had already turned away from them. Sam could hear him sniffling, trying to keep back tears.

Sam held the door open for Dean and as he passed him he hissed. 'So still think this isn't our problem.'

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SpiritWolf13- Okay not the best way to start a story, a little boring yes, but not every story can start exciting you have to find your hunt first. It'll get better. So please keep reading. R&R