This story is at least going to be at lease 2 parts since it is so long. Part 1 has 5 chapters.
Confusion "Part 1"
Chapter 1
(The sound of the metal crunching as they were hit by the semi rang threw Deans head. "How could I have let him leave?")
Sam: Dean, wake up.
Dean: Why did we let him leave again?
Sam: We had to.
Dean: I know.
Sam: Then why'd you ask?
Dean: You are such an ass sometimes.
Sam: Was that the same dream again?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: He'll be fine. You saw what he did to that demon in the semi.
(Dean remembered after they had all woken up from being hit, how John had killed the demon that was driving the semi.)
Dean: Of course I saw. After all, there was a-
(Dean was interupted by his cell phone.)
Sam: Are you going to answer that?
Dean: Yeah. Hello?
John: Dean? Is that you?
Dean: Dad! Where the hell are you? What haven't you been answering the messages that I've left?
John: I've been real busy.
Dean: What the hell does that mean? Where are you?
John: I can't say.
Dean: Why not?
(After 10 seconds there is a big scratching noise heard.)
Dean: Dad! What was that?
John: Get ready,Dean.
Dean: Ready for what?
(The phone disconnects.)
Sam: What was he talking about?
Dean: I don't know.
Sam: What happened?
Dean: The phone died.
Sam: I thought it had full battery?
Dean: It did.
Sam: What did he say?
Dean: He said to get ready.
Chapter 2
Sam: Ready for what?
Dean: That's all he said.
Sam: Do you think he means "the" demon?
Dean: No.
(Before Sam could reply back, there was a knock on the door.)
Room service.
Dean: Don't need any.
Room service.
(Sam and Dean looked at eachother.)
Dean: On three, I'm going to open the door.
(Sam grabbed a pistel, loaded with rock salt.)
Dean: One... Two...
(Before Dean could finish the door busted open. No one was there.)
Dean: What the hell was that?
Sam: Come on. Let's go see what it was.
(They walked out into the hallway. There was garbage everywhere.)
Dean: Well, if he was room service, he did a real crappy job.
Sam: Dean, look.
(They looked down the hall where they saw a boy, about 9 or 10 years old, sitting and crying. They walked over to the boy.)
Dean: Hi. What's your name?
(The boy kept crying, paying no attention to them.)
Sam: Are you hurt?
Boy: No.
Dean: Then why are you crying?
Boy: Because.
Dean: Because why?
Boy: Because, there's blood all over my room, and my uncle's gone.
(Sam and Dean looked into the room. It was spot less.)
Sam: The room looks clean to me.
Boy: What? It's full of blood.
Dean: Are you ok, because it's not.
Boy: It will be.
(Dean and Sam felt them being pushed into the room. Then the door slammed shut.)
Dean: It looks like there is another psychic boy.
(Before Sam could reply, the windows in the room, and everywhere else in the hotel, blew out.)
Give us the gun.
Give us the gun, now!
Dean: Do you have the colt, Sam?
Sam: No, I thought you did.
Dean: It must be in our room.
(Dean tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.)
Dean: It wont open.
Sam: Try harder.
Dean: I'm trying as hard as I can.
Sam: Let's break it down.
(They rammed the door and it busted of the hindges. They ran back to their hotel room, and went inside.)
Sam: Hey, Dean.
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: The colt's gone.
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