Chapter Two: Sam's Pain

"Tapioca…?" I muttered groggily as I closed the creaky bathroom door, throwing the duffle bag on the floor. What on earth is tapioca? Ohhhh… I think I'm gonna be sick…

Knock, Knock, Knock.

My eyes bulged as the knocking at the front door echoed around the bathroom. Wait a second what are police doing at the door? Thoughts went running wild in my head and it felt like the room was spinning. I ran to the sink and quickly splashed some water onto my face. I sighed as I looked up at the mirror. Well, I thought, this is as good as it is gonna to get, huh? God, I look like crap. I thought as I turned away.

"I gotta puke." I mumbled to no one in particular as I gripped my stomach.

I sucked it up and went to the door and listened. I could heard Dean open the front door, and some general chitchat. What did you do dad? I thought bitterly. Suddenly another wave of nausea hit me and I leaned over the toilet. Oh, Please. Why me? Why couldn't Dean be the sick one? I barfed as I hoped desperately that Dean would hurry up. Well their goes my supper, and I thought it was bad the first time around. I turned away, trying to regain my composure as I leaned against the door for some support.

"Hurry Dean" I whispered silently knowing it was only a mater of time before I started up again.

I decided to listen to what they were saying, when they began to whispering. It was as if none of them wanted me to hear. I scoffed. Just because I was the youngest didn't mean I didn't understand. And why is it I always get sick? Why not Dean? Or better yet Dad? Then maybe we could stay in one place for more than a day or two…

Out of nowhere a loud crash rattled the doorway. It sounded as if things were getting really bad out there, as shouting soon followed.

Knock, Knock, Knock. Someone was knocking on the bathroom door.

"Are you okay in there?" a gruff sounding voice asked from the other side of the door

said. A part of me wanted to say no, panic washed over me.

I calmed down slightly when someone else who sounded a lot like Dean suddenly shouted. I wondered what he was doing out there. It sounded like Dean said something about Lewis Carroll real loudly, as if he were making a really bad joke. I sighed pitifully, only Dean can joke at a time like this.

My mind began to wander about the bathroom. Man is this motel cheap and disgusting. This bathroom looks as if it's seen some better days, I thought. It was growing hard to breathe, as there was no circulation in the musty and moldy room.

Suddenly the voice yelled much louder. "Come out of there or I'll break down the

door!"

What had happened? I wondered as I thought of what to do. My mind raced a mile a minute. Should I crawl out the window yet or wait for Dean? I glanced at the small, high window and cringed at the thought of crawling through it. There were dead flies, ladybugs and God knew what else in the windowsill and is that a cigarette? But I'd been through worse. That's what dad always told us. No matter what you see or what you get yourself into, there will always be something worse. Yeah, I like to see you stay here for four days with a fever with nothing to do but listen to Dean walk back and forth deciding whether or not to call you. And with no AC! Not so fun, huh dad!

I heard Dean say something pleadingly. What is going on out there? I pressed my ear closer to the door in hopes of hearing something. I winced as the knocking started up again.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

"Is your father in there with you?" The man, who was obviously a cop, said.

By now I was beyond freaking out. Why had Dean let them in? Unless they had just barged in, but for that they needed a warrant… It was then that I realized how much trouble we were in. Dad!!

It was then that I heard it. Dean yelling out…

""Do any of you guys want any tapioca?"

It was the signal, unless Dean had suddenly acquired a taste for tapioca, which I highly doubted since I had no idea what it was and even if we had been eating nothing but

baloney and cheese for four days I highly doubt he would. The man eats candy bars for

breakfast.

It was the signal all right, and time for me to get out of there. I ran to the toilet and stood on the cover as I pried opened the window slowly. Making sure it didn't make too much noise. It hadn't been opened in a long time, and was hard to open. Paint chips clung to my sweaty hands as it finally came lose. I began climbing through making sure I didn't become stuck. Normally, I would have, but apparently I have lost weight from being sick and eating nothing but baloney.

I heard the door bang and creak as I made my decent. I fell to the ground and almost sprained my ankle, but I was out.

"Yes!" I cheered patting myself on the back. Now I would just take the duffel bag and wait for Dean to come and run. Wait!

The duffel bag! Damn it! I left it on the toilet! After calling myself a moron a few times I attempted to go back through the window, but suddenly I felt drained of energy as I began to feel nauseous again. Great, I couldn't get back in even if I really wanted to or not. Now what was I supposed to do?

"Police, we have a warrant for your arrest!" An angry voice screamed from the bathroom.

Oh, crap. I stood frozen in place wondering what on earth I was supposed to do in a situation like this. What would Dean do? Echoing through out my brain.

"Hey you! Freeze!"

I looked up at the window and to my horror to see a very angry man screaming at me. Run you moron, I thought. "Oh, crap!" I yelled and turned and ran for it without a slightest idea where to go. Dean where the hell are you!

TBC