This was the very first Supernatural fanfiction I wrote. Since then I have been addicted to it. Seriously. :0) I hope you like it. I will try to update this at least twice a week.
I own nothing….sad but true.
The cold air whipped at his face as the jet black impala raced through the night. Dean had to wake himself up one way or another, and blasting his face with the cold air seemed to do the trick. He looked over at Sam. The younger brother sat sleeping with his mouth open, drool beginning to form at the crease of his mouth. "And yet he is the one who has a way with people." Dean thought to himself. "Unreal."
As he became more aware that he had been driving for over seven hours without a break, the car rumbled, sputtered, and spat, coming to an abrupt stop on the side of the road. "Oh no. What's wrong baby? Come on, what's wrong with ya?" Dean asked getting out of the car to examine the engine.
"What's going on?" Sam asked, wiping away the sleep from his eyes. Apparently Dean had been louder than he thought.
"Car died." He spat out.
Sam opened the car door and untangled himself from the awkward position. "Where are we?"
"Minnesota, just a few hours away from Red Wing. Damn it!" Dean said tinkering around under the hood.
"We're in the middle of no where with a busted car."
"Yeah I kind of see that smart ass. What's wrong with the car?"
"I don't know, everything seems to be working. This is just great!"
"What? So we find the next town and bring it to the shop what's the big deal?"
"No one is touching my car!" Dean snapped.
"Dean, suck up your pride and bring it to a repair shop. The sooner we get the impala fixed, the sooner we can get to coordinates dad sent us."
"No, I can figure this out! I just need a little time, that's all."
"Whatever man. You work on that, let me know how that goes for you. In the meantime I'm going to walk to the next town, see if they have a motel and maybe a repair shop."
"No! Do I have to remind you about the last time we came to Minnesota? You got yourself kidnapped. That's not going to happen again."
"Dean, if memory serves correctly, I got out just fine."
"Yeah, well, if you didn't have your extremely good looking brother to get you out of there, you'd be mounted on the Benders wall right now."
"Seriously man, the next town is what, like two miles away? I'll be fine." Sam said, grabbing a flashlight and a gun. "I'll be back in a few hours."
"Sam! If you get kidnapped again, I am not saving your ass from a family of cannibals. It's just not going to happen."
Dean turned back to the car. Sam could be so stubborn sometimes. He was more like Dad than he realized. That's the real reason the two of them never got along. Both were too persistent in proving the other wrong that it blinded them from the fact that the similarities outnumbered the differences.
Maybe Sam was right, taking the car to a shop would probably be the best thing. But the thought of a stranger reaching in a taking care of something that Dean was supposed to take care of just killed him. "Sam, by the time you come back, I am going to have this car up and running…no one is touching my car!"
"Hello, what can I do 'fer ya?" A man with a few blackened teeth asked Sam.
"Oh, um, our car is just a few miles out of town. I was wondering if you could possibly tow our car here, and possibly figure out what's wrong with it? My brother swears he's going to fix it, but I'd rather a professional took a look at it."
The man stared at Sam as if he was sprouting horns and a trident. "A few miles out of town. The main road?"
"Yeah, it will only take few minutes to get there."
"I'm not taking my car anywhere near that area."
"Why? What are you talking about?"
"Too many disappearances over in that area. The last one, boy, she just didn't deserve it." He said, pointing to a photo on the wall. "That was Kayla, best friends daughter. Sweet as pie, but the girl put too much trust in everyone."
"What happened to her?"
"No one knows for sure, but I heard from her dad that it was a hitch hiker she picked up." The mans face fell. "Police have no leads, and I doubt they ever will."
"There has been too many disappearances. None of them turn out."
Sam instantly thought of the Bender situation. Maybe Dean was right. "How many have gone missing?"
"Oh, geez, it must be past 30 by now."
"Yeah, no one seems to find them. Look I'm sorry, but I can't go out to that road. If you bring the car here, I will fix it for you, but I will not go out there. And I recommend that you don't go back there tonight either. We'll set up nice place here for you and your brother to spend the night. We can go get it in the morning."
"You don't have to do that, sir."
"No, really, no problem at all. And it's Nathan." He said, extending a hand.
"Sam. Listen, I'm going to give my brother a call, tell him the situation."
"Okay, just come back when he comes. We'll have everything ready for you two."
"Thank you Nathan." Sam turned, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Deans number. "Hello, this is Dean…" Damn it! Dean needed to get out of that area as quick a possible. And Sam knew he would hate leaving his car unprotected for an entire night. He had to go convince him to come back., his life might be in trouble already.
A million things went through Sam's mind coming back from the town. What happened to all of those people? What happened to Kayla? What if Dean became one of those people. The worst case scenario's played through his head. "No," he told himself. "Dean will be fine. He'll be at the car when I get back, and everything will be okay." But something lingered in his mind. A seed of doubt was planted, and no matter what Sam did to uproot it, the doubt stayed. He knew that he was probably being ridiculous, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was just…wrong.
The two mile walk back was agonizing for Sam. The thought of losing his brother killed him. He had already lost so much before. First Mom, then Jess, and now…Dean had to be okay. Sam couldn't live without his brother at his side.
Sam finally saw the black impala in the distance. A sense of relief fell from his mind. "Dean!" He said, jogging back to the car. "I found a repair shop. The man working said we could…" Sam stopped when Dean was no where to be seen. "No, no, no, no!" "DEAN! Where are you?"
Panic filled Sam's mind. What he wouldn't give right now for Dean to pop out from behind the impala and shout gotcha, or something equally as lame. "Dean? Come on man, this isn't funny!" Sam waited, held his breath until he heard something, anything, to give him a clue what to do.
What seemed like an eternity, Sam stood there, contemplating what to do. He could go get Nathan, or the local police, but they wouldn't do much good if this "hitch hiker" was something supernatural. Plus, they wouldn't let Sam get involved. No, that couldn't happen. Sam needed to be part of finding his brother. He looked around, wondering where Dean would've went. The dark, foreboding woods lay on each side of the road.
"Great." Sam whispered just as the wind picked up. He tugged at his hoodie, trying quite unsuccessfully to wrap it around him. He needed to find Dean, no matter what it took. Dean saved him countless times, and now it was Sam had to return the favor.
He walked to the trunk of the car, and grabbed the first aid kit, and another gun already loaded with rock salt, just in case. "Okay," Sam said aloud. "Here goes nothing."
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