Update - What it Takes to be Alive - 16
Sam stood at the counter in front of the diner with the cash registers green lights glowing before his eyes, with the phone to his ear. The phone just rang and rang and rang.
He started to worry. What if Dean had been right? What if their dad was close? Would his father do something as drastic as go to the police? By law they were both thieves on the run. They both had broken the law of the land and John had every right to press charges for stealing his belongings. Regardless of all the rules John had broken the courts would inevitably side with the Alpha when it came to the baby. If John pressed charges he could see to it that Dean was executed for taking the baby away from him. Not that he gave a damn about Havoc but he had never been all that merciful when it came to anything his brother did.
Not getting an answer from his brother only helped in destroying his typically calm demeanor. He tapped his foot impatiently as he stared at the clock, watchiing the second hand tick painfully slowly around the clock. When Cas came out from his office he noticed his young employee's jumpiness and urged him to go home.
Heavy dread threatened to choke him, Sam swiftly headed across the busy street to the motel.He noticed the Impala parked in the lot when he reached the parking lot and bolted to the room. Loud, earth trembling growls came from a place deep inside of him.
He stormed through the door practically tearing it off the hinges. His heart sank to his stomach as his internal growls got louder as the lingering scent of sex smacked him in the face as he passed through the threshold.
“Dee?” he called with panic in his voice. No answer came. Warily, he then called out. “Dad?”
He hoped they were still there and that John hadn’t left the Impala just to toy with him.
“Sammy?” It took some time but Dean at last answered, lifting his head slightly off of the bed.
He was breathing hard and heavy, panting out the words, the growls continued. “Outside… Dad’s car…”
Sam walked closer to bed, alarmed at the blood splatter that he could see on Dean’s skin.
“Are you hurt?”
Dean shook his head, his eyes fell onto the corpse that a few hours ago had hurt him for the last time. “I couldn’t… couldn’t let him take me from you.”
Gingerly, Sam sat on the edge of the bed, assessing the ugly bruise forming on the side of his brother’s face. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Dee. I should’ve believed to you. I should’ve stayed home.”
Dean shrugged. “I…I killed him, Sammy.”
Sam reluctantly peered over the bed to get a look at the corpse lying in between the bed and the windows. No stranger to dead bodies, this one gave him a particularly cold feeling in his veins.
“No. No you didn’t. Nothing happened here, you hear me?” Sam said forcefully as he ran through the protocol in his head of what needed to be done now.
Dean slumped into Sam’s arms.
They needed to get rid of the body while it was dark but Dean was in no condition to help with that.
“I’ve seen the news. I know what happens to omegas that kill an Alpha… I don’t want to have Havoc in some jail.” He mumbled before looked up, cheeks wet from his tears.
Sam wrapped his arms around his brother and held him close. “Shh. No more crazy talk. No one’s going to jail.”
Once Sam was sure that his brother was sleeping, he riffled through his father’s pockets searching for his cell phone. He scrolled through the his father’s contacts until he got to the letter “S”.
Even though he hadn’t heard from Bobby Singer in years, he knew he was the only one who would help them, that was if he answered the call. Sam silently prayed as he hit dial.
“Winchester, I told you not to call here no more.” The old, grouchy voice yelled into the phone.
“Bob…Bobby?” Sam managed to get out. Maybe this was a mistake.
The voice softened and Sam could almost hear the smile forming on Bobby’s face. “Sam? Is that you? How are you boys doing?”
“We’ve got ourselves some trouble.”