First of all, he woke up and Dean was gone. Second, there was no sign of the Christmas tree anywhere. Third, Dean was gone. Fourth, this wasn't a motel room. That much was obvious.
There was someone sleeping in the bed next to him, but he just slipped out of it quietly, making his way forward towards the door and bailing for the exit. He needed to get out of there and find a way to get a hold of his father or brother. That was procedure. That was how things were done. He hit the front door of the house and blew through it, only coming to a stop when he saw Dean sitting there.
Dean knew that voice, his legs locked and his shoulder twitched before he turned to face his brother. He was half tempted to get up and hug him, but no- that was a girly thing to do.
"Sam-" You're here too. He breathed a sigh. He was glad that at least he wasn't alone. He moved over on the porch as a gesture for him to sit.
"What'ya think happened? Did Dad tell you where he went? Did he?"
Sam shook his head, before going to plop down next to his brother. He shifted to let his elbows rest on his knees, staring out over the town. "Dad never tells me anything. You know that."
He looked over the town, and there was nothing familiar about it. At all. Sam was usually better at remembering things like this, and right now, he was coming up empty. "Do you know where we are?"
"Sure, I do, Sam," Dean replied in mocking sarcasm. It had been obvious that he was just as lot as Sam had been and it didn't help a bit that he was frustrated too. He was starting to think their Dad really had dropped him off here.
"There's a bunch of stores a ways down, we could ransack 'em and find something to eat."
Dean still didn't trust the boarding house food, that much was obvious, but that didn't mean Sam had to starve. He'd even taste the dried goods first if it meant ensuring his safety.
He wondered where his father was, but didn't openly say it. He knew making that obvious, the feeling of abandonment would get worse.
Sam nodded, before getting up and getting ready to follow his brother. Sam would follow Dean to the ends of the earth if he had to, so long as it didn't end in him being alone. Dean was his big brother and Dean would keep him safe. No matter what was out there.
Dean took the lead almost reverently. It was what he was meant to do and it was what he found solace in. He was sure he could find Sam some spaghettios in the dry goods store and and bulky jacket to keep him warm.
He was still stressing about his shotgun not being there.
Everything on him was how he left it, everything else was just gone. He didn't like feeling displaced. He'd gotten used to the moving around, the road trips, and the multiple hotel rooms. This was different. It was strange and unexpected.
Sam was just glancing around, trying to take stock of the place and not feel like he was freezing in the snow. He glanced back at the boarding house, trying to see if he could see anything, but eventually he just turned back again, inching a bit closer to his brother.
"I went through the night stand when I got up," but he didn't want to wake up the other person in his bedroom. "I found this journal and it's like someone was writing in it, I dunno."
They were already near the dried goods store, breakfast was a skip, hop, step away.
"Yeah, I left it there, it should still be there when we get back." If they go back. He wasn't exactly keen on going to that boarding house again. It was too hinky. Something wasn't right. "Okay, Sammy, we're here." He jerked a thumb to his right in the direction of the store's door.
"Well, grab what you can find, I'm gonna go look here in the back and try to figure things out. This place has gotta have a town map or somethin'."
Dean in all of his four foot glory went looking around the store then, picking up a box of macaroni and some crisps thinking that if they didn't eat the boarding house food they could at the very least eat their own.
Sam went looking for the things he recognized, but finding none settled on the things he just considered to be food. He couldn't exactly hold a lot however, and the containers were popping out of his arms as he walked.
First of all, he woke up and Dean was gone. Second, there was no sign of the Christmas tree anywhere. Third, Dean was gone. Fourth, this wasn't a motel room. That much was obvious.
There was someone sleeping in the bed next to him, but he just slipped out of it quietly, making his way forward towards the door and bailing for the exit. He needed to get out of there and find a way to get a hold of his father or brother. That was procedure. That was how things were done. He hit the front door of the house and blew through it, only coming to a stop when he saw Dean sitting there.
"Dean?"
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"Sam-" You're here too. He breathed a sigh. He was glad that at least he wasn't alone. He moved over on the porch as a gesture for him to sit.
"What'ya think happened? Did Dad tell you where he went? Did he?"
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He looked over the town, and there was nothing familiar about it. At all. Sam was usually better at remembering things like this, and right now, he was coming up empty. "Do you know where we are?"
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"Did you eat breakfast?"
That protective instinct kicked in hard and fast.
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Clearly there was no time for breakfast, Dean. You should have figured that out yourself.
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Dean still didn't trust the boarding house food, that much was obvious, but that didn't mean Sam had to starve. He'd even taste the dried goods first if it meant ensuring his safety.
He wondered where his father was, but didn't openly say it. He knew making that obvious, the feeling of abandonment would get worse.
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He was still stressing about his shotgun not being there.
Everything on him was how he left it, everything else was just gone. He didn't like feeling displaced. He'd gotten used to the moving around, the road trips, and the multiple hotel rooms. This was different. It was strange and unexpected.
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Whatever this was, Dean would take care of it.
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They were already near the dried goods store, breakfast was a skip, hop, step away.
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Dean in all of his four foot glory went looking around the store then, picking up a box of macaroni and some crisps thinking that if they didn't eat the boarding house food they could at the very least eat their own.
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"You're gonna eat ALL that?"
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