Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 27, 2014 16:03:57 GMT -5
ooc; SEASEON ONE. EPISODE TEN.
"Well, I know he sometimes came to you for info on jobs and stuff so I thought maybe you might have seen him in the last week or so?" Sam paused, tapping his pen on one knee. "Last we heard he was in California, but that was weeks ago" he went on as Caleb informed him regretfully that he hadn't seen or spoken to John Winchester in well over six months. "Well thanks anyway." Sam hung up and crossed Caleb's name off of the list of phone numbers in his hand. Dean looked up from the burger he was polishing off. "No luck with Caleb either?" "None." Sam tossed down the pen and paper with a frustrated sigh. "Jefferson and Pastor Jim were busts too. Dad's off the grid."
Dean grabbed his beer from the table once the burger was gone and downed a few swigs with a shrug of mild indifference. "We'll find him Sam." This didn't seem to appease the younger Winchester, who stood up and began to pace. "I don't know...maybe we should put out a missing person's report or something." Dean stood up with a yawn. "Sam, no. We've talked about that. Dad would be freaking pissed if we set the feds on him." Sam, whose pacing had brought him to the other side of the room by this point, spun back around so that he was facing Dean and crossed the floor in two strides. "I don't care anymore Dean. It's been months. For all we know, he could be"-
"He's not dead, Sam" Dean interrupted hotly. "He's fine. He's just out there"- Now it was Sam's turn to interrupt. "What? What could he possibly be doing that he couldn't do WITH us? And especially after everything in Kansas....you said it yourself Dean, he should have been there. What if"- "No" Dean cut him off again, refusing to entertain the notion that John Winchester might be dead. Sure, there were lots of monsters out there gunning for his head, but there were just as many gunning for him and his brother, and they were still kicking. For now.
In the awkward silence that fell, it was almost a relief to hear Dean's cell phone buzzing. The buzzing came to a halt as Dean flipped the phone open. Sam waited for a few seconds, expecting Dean to tell him who had called, but Dean stayed silent. Sam glanced over at him and noticed the stunned, "dear-in-the-headlights" expression occupying his brother's face. "What is it?" He crossed to stand beside Dean and peer over his shoulder. The message only contained two sets of numbers. Coordinates. And there was only one person who would send the boys coordinates.
Their father.
"Well, I know he sometimes came to you for info on jobs and stuff so I thought maybe you might have seen him in the last week or so?" Sam paused, tapping his pen on one knee. "Last we heard he was in California, but that was weeks ago" he went on as Caleb informed him regretfully that he hadn't seen or spoken to John Winchester in well over six months. "Well thanks anyway." Sam hung up and crossed Caleb's name off of the list of phone numbers in his hand. Dean looked up from the burger he was polishing off. "No luck with Caleb either?" "None." Sam tossed down the pen and paper with a frustrated sigh. "Jefferson and Pastor Jim were busts too. Dad's off the grid."
Dean grabbed his beer from the table once the burger was gone and downed a few swigs with a shrug of mild indifference. "We'll find him Sam." This didn't seem to appease the younger Winchester, who stood up and began to pace. "I don't know...maybe we should put out a missing person's report or something." Dean stood up with a yawn. "Sam, no. We've talked about that. Dad would be freaking pissed if we set the feds on him." Sam, whose pacing had brought him to the other side of the room by this point, spun back around so that he was facing Dean and crossed the floor in two strides. "I don't care anymore Dean. It's been months. For all we know, he could be"-
"He's not dead, Sam" Dean interrupted hotly. "He's fine. He's just out there"- Now it was Sam's turn to interrupt. "What? What could he possibly be doing that he couldn't do WITH us? And especially after everything in Kansas....you said it yourself Dean, he should have been there. What if"- "No" Dean cut him off again, refusing to entertain the notion that John Winchester might be dead. Sure, there were lots of monsters out there gunning for his head, but there were just as many gunning for him and his brother, and they were still kicking. For now.
In the awkward silence that fell, it was almost a relief to hear Dean's cell phone buzzing. The buzzing came to a halt as Dean flipped the phone open. Sam waited for a few seconds, expecting Dean to tell him who had called, but Dean stayed silent. Sam glanced over at him and noticed the stunned, "dear-in-the-headlights" expression occupying his brother's face. "What is it?" He crossed to stand beside Dean and peer over his shoulder. The message only contained two sets of numbers. Coordinates. And there was only one person who would send the boys coordinates.
Their father.
