Surviving At Stanford

Chapter 3

New Year's Eve, 2001

"I'm back..." I swung open the door and walked into the room. My eyes widened.

John was stood next to Sam.

"John?" I furrowed an eyebrow, before my gaze went to Sam for some clarity as to what was going on.

"Carrie..."

"What?"

"It's Dean." John stated.

"What about him?" My tone cracked slightly.

"He's missing."

"So when did you realise he was missing?" Sam asked.

"I sent him off on a Wendigo hunt, would have taken him two, three days max. When he didn't come back after five, I thought he'd just run into some trouble with the case and needed extra time to finish it, but as the week finished, I knew something was wrong. I went down to Carson City to find him, but only found the Impala. I asked around, the locals said they saw him but hadn't seen him for a few days. Guy at the motel Dean was staying at said that he saw him going into the woods out back, but never saw him come out."

"Then we need to find him." Sam stated.

"No." John shook his head. "You need to stay here."

Sam furrowed an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'm going to check the forest, see if I can find your brother's trail. You're gonna' stay here with Carrie."

Sam scoffed. "Dean's missing, Dad. I'm not just gonna' sit here with my thumb up my ass while he could be hurt somewhere."

It was obvious that John was trying to keep his anger at bay. He walked closer to Sam with a threatening expression. "You're gonna stay here, and that's an order."

Sam shook his head. "I'm a little old to be taking your orders, don't you think?"

John walked off.

After John had gone, I turned to Sam with a heavily pissed off expression.

He turned to me, obviously expecting the mood I was going to be in after hearing all of the details from John. "Carrie..." He began.

"Don't Carrie me!" I stated angrily.

"Please don't be mad."

"Mad? I'm furious!" I scoffed. "Six days, Sam. It's been six days since you found out that he was missing. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you'd react like this, and I didn't want to panic you." Sam answered.

I scoffed once again. "Yeah, great job you did there." I then realised something. "Six days..." I spoke under my breath before realising the significance of the number of days. "That's Christmas Day." I stated. "You knew on Christmas Day?" I shook my head. "When I was crying on that bench because I thought Dean just hadn't shown up, you knew all that time, and you didn't think to put me out of my misery?" A tear trickled down my cheek as I turned away from him and walked across the room.

"Carrie..."

I didn't answer.

"Carrie, please...just talk to me." He stated before sighing once again. "Look, I know you miss Dean..."

"Don't." I stated, turning to face him with a warning expression. I sighed angrily before grabbing my jacket and keys from the back of the chair. Walking towards the door, I swung it open.

"Carrie, where are you going?" Sam's tone was soft.

"Out..." I answered before slamming the door closed behind me.

Walking down the street towards the bar, All I could think about was the idea of Dean being out there something, alone and vulnerable. Images of him injured and bleeding, desperately hoping that we will find him. I couldn't believe that Sam and John had kept this from me! They obviously thought that the welfare of my boyfriend wasn't a big concern to me. How could they just not tell me?!

Pushing open the door, I walked into the bar. Sitting down on one of the bar stools, a barman walked over. He barely looked old enough to be drinking, never mind serving it.

"What you having?" He asked in a Southern accent.

"Vodka." I answered. "Actually, make it a double."

"You sure?" He asked.

I furrowed an eyebrow. "What?"

"Are you sure you don't just want a single and someone to talk to about whatever's wrong?" He smiled.

I smiled too. "Okay then."

The barman walked over and grabbed the bottle of vodka.

"You know what, top it up with coke." I amended once again.

The barman smiled once again. "Good choice. Means our conversations gonna be a bit more meaningful than it would have even if you'd down that." He poured some vodka into the glass before filling the rest of it with coke and walking back over, placing the glass down in front of me. "So? What's up?"

"It's a very long story." I stated.

The barman turned and looked at the clock on the wall. "Well then lucky for you, I have a very long shift tonight."

I smirked. "Are you always this flirty?" I asked with a smile.

"Busted." He smirked.

"So, my boyfriend. He's missing, and I didn't even know until like 10 minutes ago, and know I can't get the idea out of my head that he's in trouble."

The barman rested his elbows on the bar and nodded. "How did you find out that he was missing?"

"My friend, he's my boyfriend's brother. He was talking to his Dad about it and I overheard. They didn't want me to know." I explained. Wolfe's death was also on my mind too, but I wasn't going to burden him with that aswell.

"Oh..." Barman. "Awkward."

"Tell me about it." I took a swig of my vodka and coke.

"So you're angry with your friend for not telling you?"

I nodded.

"Was there a reason why he didn't tell you? Like was he trying to protect you or something?"

"I don't understand why I need protecting though. My boyfriend is missing, and I'm the one that in their eyes needs protecting. I don't understand that."

"Force of habit maybe. You said that your friend was your boyfriend's brother?"

I nodded. "I've known them for a few years, we used to live together. Then my Dad died and their Dad took me in and looked after me."

"Then that tells me that they're protective over you cause you go back. I bet you'd class them as your family even though you're not related."

I nodded.

"And they'd do the same?"

I nodded once again.

"There you go." The barman smiled. "Your family were just trying to protect you. If he is your Father figure, then he wouldn't want to see you get hurt." He paused. "Now, stop sulking in here and go back to your family, they'll be worried about you."

I smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiled once again.

I went to get my purse.

"On the house." The barman stated.

"Thanks."

"Good luck, and I hope you find him."

I nodded before walking out the bar.

Returning to the room, I opened the door and nervously walked in.

Sam was sat in the chair by the desk and stood up from it as I entered.

"Carrie." He let out a breath of relief. "Carrie, I'm sorry...I-"

I walked over to him and cut off his apology midsentence, pulling him into a hug.

Sam smiled, and embraced me back, comfortingly. Pulling away, he looked down at me with concern. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I answered, with as much strength in my tone as possible, trying to put a brave face on and keep it together in front of him.

"Liar." He smirked.

I smirked too, before sighing. "I'm sorry..." I began. "It's just...New Year isn't exactly full of happy memories for me."

"I know." Sam spoke in a soft tone. "We should probably get some sleep, it's been a long night." He suggested.

I nodded.

-Sam's POV-

An hour later, I still found myself unable to sleep. Glancing at the clock, I remembered what day it now was.

'02:08'

2002.

"Happy New Year, Carrie." Lying on my back, looking up at the white, cracking ceiling above me, I sighed. "This year will be better, I promise." I spoke softly in an almost whisper, before a tear trickled down my cheek. "Where are you, Dean?"

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