[For Rebekah] Gone
May. 24th, 2017 01:27 pmBy the second night Dean didn't answer Sam's journal messaging or come back to the room, Sam knew he wouldn't be doing either. He searched the hotel anyway, and the desert, but he knew he wouldn't find Dean's body. If Dean were dead, he'd know it.
But gone wasn't any safer.
Where had he gone? Back to the time he came from? Maybe. Maybe he'd remember and not make the damned deal. He had to hope... because he wasn't going to be there to get him out of it. Fuck.
Sick to his stomach, and so not ready to talk to Henry about this, Sam sat and tried to think his way out of this until his head hurt. He tried to sleep but couldn't. And finally, as a last resort, picked up the room phone and called Rebekah. She was the only person whose company he could be in without having to talk if he didn't want to.
"Bex?" he said when she picked up. "It's me. Can you... Are you busy?"
But gone wasn't any safer.
Where had he gone? Back to the time he came from? Maybe. Maybe he'd remember and not make the damned deal. He had to hope... because he wasn't going to be there to get him out of it. Fuck.
Sick to his stomach, and so not ready to talk to Henry about this, Sam sat and tried to think his way out of this until his head hurt. He tried to sleep but couldn't. And finally, as a last resort, picked up the room phone and called Rebekah. She was the only person whose company he could be in without having to talk if he didn't want to.
"Bex?" he said when she picked up. "It's me. Can you... Are you busy?"