Part Two of Born Again: Wandering Through the Wilderness
Title: Born Again
Author: Twilight
Feedback: Always welcome
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Dean is going out of his mind and Sam…Sam’s just gone.
Notes: Parts of this story is based on a documentary I saw a year or so ago. The story is completely plotted and outlined and I began before I saw many episodes into season five. I would say this takes place mid season five, somewhere before Abandon all Hope and then goes AU.
Part One
Part Two: Wandering Through the Wilderness
Two freakin’ weeks later and Dean had found absolutely nothing new on Sam’s disappearance.
He looked around the hotel room one more time, hoping that he would spot something, anything that would give him a clue, another lead to follow, but the room looked the same as when they had checked in weeks before.
It was time to move on, but to Dean that meant defeat and he was torn between staying and leaving.
But Bobby was waiting for him.
The drive would take a few days and left him plenty of time to ponder what he might have missed, but that was the problem. He hadn’t missed anything.
Over the past few weeks he had been a man on a mission, hacking into the local and surrounding police data bases to see if there was anyone matching Sam’s description processed though the system.
And calling the hospital in town and the ones within a hundred mile radius every day, asking that the also check the morgue for any John Does.
He revisited all the local shops and cafes, the coffee shop and book store, usually ending up at the bar before moving onto the corner dive off of Olsen and Richmond, passing around Sam’s picture to anyone willing to look.
But the days ended all the same…no one had seen his brother, except the clerk the night Sam vanished.
Dean had Bobby do a background check on the kid and spent some days watching her, making sure she had nothing to do with Sam’s disappearance, but she was just a normal, everyday kid, leading a normal, everyday life.
There was nothing sinister or supernatural about study groups and afternoon work hours or weekend dates with some pimpled face classmate.
It felt like failure when he finally closed the laptop, leaving up the pages Sam was using to research whatever he was researching…if he was researching anything at all. Bobby was gonna take a look, a set of fresh eyes might pick up something Dean had missed.
He scooped up the news papers and put them into a plastic grocery bag, planning on having Bobby look them over too and then he gathered his brothers shaving kit and pile of dirty clothes off the bathroom floor.
Back in the bedroom, he checked the dresser drawers and side table, grabbing anything that belonged to Sam and putting them in Sam’s duffle.
Sam would need those things when he got back.
Grabbing both bags, he looked the room over once more before opening the door and crossing over the threshold. It hurt a little to leave, but he had to go.
He stopped for gas at the same station Sam was last seen, but the clerk wasn’t on duty, she would still be in school.
He scanned the road leading out of town one more time, thinking that maybe, this time he would see some sign of Sam.
But the blacktop offered no new clues.
Soon the two way lane turned into a highway and before he realized, he was entering the interstate.
No back roads this time.
Bobby had a plan and Dean held onto that.
Bobby would help, find away, just like he always did.
“We would be there much faster…”
Dean turned the wheel hard, heart hammering in his chest.
“…if you would just let me transport you.”
He quickly corrected his course amidst blaring horns and one finger salutes. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Cas?”
“Your heart is strong, Dean.” The angel sat calmly next to him, but it didn’t seem right.
That was where Sam sat.
“If ya say so…what the hell are you doing here anyway? I thought you said you’d be gone for a few days.” He glanced Cas’ way when he remained silent. “I see your search isn’t going to well either.”
“It’s just a setback, Dean. I’ll find what I’m looking for just as I’m assured you will find what you are looking for.”
Before he could tell Cas that Sam was a who and not a what, Cas turned in the seat, reaching over for something in the back.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going ahead,” he told Dean, holding Sam’s laptop in its case and the bag of newspapers.
And then Cas was gone.
“Freakin’ angels,” he muttered, but knew that he wasn’t good company and that any leg up would help.
It was almost two days later when he finally arrived at Bobby’s. He drove as much as he could, only stopping for gas and gas station food, pulling over for cat naps that sometimes turned into hours of restless, but needed sleep.
Bobby met him at the door before he could even knock. “You okay, kid?”
He nodded, knowing that Bobby wasn't buying it, but let it slide. “You find anything?”
“Come inside and sit down before ya fall down.”
He followed Bobby into the kitchen and sank down at the table, jerking a little when a cup of coffee was placed in front of him. He took a long drink, feeling the burn of strong liquor mixed with Maxwell house. “Mmm, thanks…so?”
The older man sighed, "I couldn't make much of the newspapers or websites...looks like Sam was just checking things out." But Bobby nodded toward the basement door and Dean stood to follow, taking his cup of coffee with him.
He hadn’t noticed at first, but taking the steps down he realized his joints weren’t as stiff and his jaw was aching, probably from clenching his teeth, but the mug was warm in his hands and the hot liquid warmed the chill inside a little too.
His body had relaxed as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, because deep down he knew he was at home and he would find help here.
“Picked you up a little something a while ago…can’t make her talk though…” Bobby came off the steps and led him to the back room, where he found a devils trap and an old wooden chair, occupied by a pretty blond in a skimpy red dress.
“Where’d you find her?”
“At a cross roads,” Bobby said from behind him, “conducting some nefarious business.”
“Hear ya lost something.” She said, eyes flashing red, and then melding into the girl’s natural blue. “Or maybe he just ran off again.”
”Who is she?” Dean asked, hands balling into fists.
“Bartender,” Bobby answered. “Went missing a few weeks ago, saw the posting on the FBI database.”
“What happened to your last meat suit?” Dean asked the thing, not really caring, but knowing that if he didn’t play her game, he probably wouldn’t get any real answers from her.
And right now, he desperately needed answers
“Got board…” the girls legs moved seductively, uncrossing and crossing again, the black pump slipping from her foot a little as she adjusted in her seat. The ropes holding her looked tight, her hands and fingers a paler shade then the rest of her skin and the top of her dress was damp, so he supposed that Bobby had already tried holy water.
There was no way of knowing how old or strong, how far up on the food chain the demon was.
But Dean had learned…some ways to persuade information and realized he was willing to use all the techniques he knew, regardless of the innocent girl, if it meant finding Sam.
His eyes scanned the back wall and Bobby’s tools.
Then he turned away from her smug expression, back to Bobby. “Can you give me a few minutes…alone?”
Bobby nodded, but the look on his face said he didn’t really want to go. “I’ll be just in the den, waiting on your angel buddy…” he reluctantly turned and made his way up the steps. Dean could hear then creaking under Bobby’s weight.
When the click of the lock on the door engaged, he turned toward the woman bound in front of him and smiled.
She didn’t look so smug now.
Part Three
Author: Twilight
Feedback: Always welcome
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Dean is going out of his mind and Sam…Sam’s just gone.
Notes: Parts of this story is based on a documentary I saw a year or so ago. The story is completely plotted and outlined and I began before I saw many episodes into season five. I would say this takes place mid season five, somewhere before Abandon all Hope and then goes AU.
Part One
Part Two: Wandering Through the Wilderness
Two freakin’ weeks later and Dean had found absolutely nothing new on Sam’s disappearance.
He looked around the hotel room one more time, hoping that he would spot something, anything that would give him a clue, another lead to follow, but the room looked the same as when they had checked in weeks before.
It was time to move on, but to Dean that meant defeat and he was torn between staying and leaving.
But Bobby was waiting for him.
The drive would take a few days and left him plenty of time to ponder what he might have missed, but that was the problem. He hadn’t missed anything.
Over the past few weeks he had been a man on a mission, hacking into the local and surrounding police data bases to see if there was anyone matching Sam’s description processed though the system.
And calling the hospital in town and the ones within a hundred mile radius every day, asking that the also check the morgue for any John Does.
He revisited all the local shops and cafes, the coffee shop and book store, usually ending up at the bar before moving onto the corner dive off of Olsen and Richmond, passing around Sam’s picture to anyone willing to look.
But the days ended all the same…no one had seen his brother, except the clerk the night Sam vanished.
Dean had Bobby do a background check on the kid and spent some days watching her, making sure she had nothing to do with Sam’s disappearance, but she was just a normal, everyday kid, leading a normal, everyday life.
There was nothing sinister or supernatural about study groups and afternoon work hours or weekend dates with some pimpled face classmate.
It felt like failure when he finally closed the laptop, leaving up the pages Sam was using to research whatever he was researching…if he was researching anything at all. Bobby was gonna take a look, a set of fresh eyes might pick up something Dean had missed.
He scooped up the news papers and put them into a plastic grocery bag, planning on having Bobby look them over too and then he gathered his brothers shaving kit and pile of dirty clothes off the bathroom floor.
Back in the bedroom, he checked the dresser drawers and side table, grabbing anything that belonged to Sam and putting them in Sam’s duffle.
Sam would need those things when he got back.
Grabbing both bags, he looked the room over once more before opening the door and crossing over the threshold. It hurt a little to leave, but he had to go.
He stopped for gas at the same station Sam was last seen, but the clerk wasn’t on duty, she would still be in school.
He scanned the road leading out of town one more time, thinking that maybe, this time he would see some sign of Sam.
But the blacktop offered no new clues.
Soon the two way lane turned into a highway and before he realized, he was entering the interstate.
No back roads this time.
Bobby had a plan and Dean held onto that.
Bobby would help, find away, just like he always did.
“We would be there much faster…”
Dean turned the wheel hard, heart hammering in his chest.
“…if you would just let me transport you.”
He quickly corrected his course amidst blaring horns and one finger salutes. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Cas?”
“Your heart is strong, Dean.” The angel sat calmly next to him, but it didn’t seem right.
That was where Sam sat.
“If ya say so…what the hell are you doing here anyway? I thought you said you’d be gone for a few days.” He glanced Cas’ way when he remained silent. “I see your search isn’t going to well either.”
“It’s just a setback, Dean. I’ll find what I’m looking for just as I’m assured you will find what you are looking for.”
Before he could tell Cas that Sam was a who and not a what, Cas turned in the seat, reaching over for something in the back.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going ahead,” he told Dean, holding Sam’s laptop in its case and the bag of newspapers.
And then Cas was gone.
“Freakin’ angels,” he muttered, but knew that he wasn’t good company and that any leg up would help.
It was almost two days later when he finally arrived at Bobby’s. He drove as much as he could, only stopping for gas and gas station food, pulling over for cat naps that sometimes turned into hours of restless, but needed sleep.
Bobby met him at the door before he could even knock. “You okay, kid?”
He nodded, knowing that Bobby wasn't buying it, but let it slide. “You find anything?”
“Come inside and sit down before ya fall down.”
He followed Bobby into the kitchen and sank down at the table, jerking a little when a cup of coffee was placed in front of him. He took a long drink, feeling the burn of strong liquor mixed with Maxwell house. “Mmm, thanks…so?”
The older man sighed, "I couldn't make much of the newspapers or websites...looks like Sam was just checking things out." But Bobby nodded toward the basement door and Dean stood to follow, taking his cup of coffee with him.
He hadn’t noticed at first, but taking the steps down he realized his joints weren’t as stiff and his jaw was aching, probably from clenching his teeth, but the mug was warm in his hands and the hot liquid warmed the chill inside a little too.
His body had relaxed as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, because deep down he knew he was at home and he would find help here.
“Picked you up a little something a while ago…can’t make her talk though…” Bobby came off the steps and led him to the back room, where he found a devils trap and an old wooden chair, occupied by a pretty blond in a skimpy red dress.
“Where’d you find her?”
“At a cross roads,” Bobby said from behind him, “conducting some nefarious business.”
“Hear ya lost something.” She said, eyes flashing red, and then melding into the girl’s natural blue. “Or maybe he just ran off again.”
”Who is she?” Dean asked, hands balling into fists.
“Bartender,” Bobby answered. “Went missing a few weeks ago, saw the posting on the FBI database.”
“What happened to your last meat suit?” Dean asked the thing, not really caring, but knowing that if he didn’t play her game, he probably wouldn’t get any real answers from her.
And right now, he desperately needed answers
“Got board…” the girls legs moved seductively, uncrossing and crossing again, the black pump slipping from her foot a little as she adjusted in her seat. The ropes holding her looked tight, her hands and fingers a paler shade then the rest of her skin and the top of her dress was damp, so he supposed that Bobby had already tried holy water.
There was no way of knowing how old or strong, how far up on the food chain the demon was.
But Dean had learned…some ways to persuade information and realized he was willing to use all the techniques he knew, regardless of the innocent girl, if it meant finding Sam.
His eyes scanned the back wall and Bobby’s tools.
Then he turned away from her smug expression, back to Bobby. “Can you give me a few minutes…alone?”
Bobby nodded, but the look on his face said he didn’t really want to go. “I’ll be just in the den, waiting on your angel buddy…” he reluctantly turned and made his way up the steps. Dean could hear then creaking under Bobby’s weight.
When the click of the lock on the door engaged, he turned toward the woman bound in front of him and smiled.
She didn’t look so smug now.
Part Three