Hey guys, I know I have been MIA for like months, but I just haven't gotten around to writing anything. But, alas, I join a new fandom and I get some new ideas. And here we have it my first Supernatural fic. Yay!
As always I don't own anything. If I did things would be a lot different let me tell you.
Just FYI as of now, it's all Sam's P.O.V
I am being stupid. I know I am being stupid. Dad would tell me I need to grow up. Right now, I think I'd agree with him. I am 13 years old. It is a thunderstorm, I'm freaking about the damn weather.
"Alright Sam, let's take a deep breath and calm down." I mutter to myself. But with the next crash of thunder, the lights go off. Yep, screw calm.
I have to dig through our stuff to find a working flashlight and it wasn't even that bright.
There's a noise from outside.
What the hell was that? Not wind.
I decide to look at my options. I could stay here in silence, with a gun pointed at the door, but I didn't really like that idea.
I could go out there and try to see what's going on. Like that's gonna happen.
The last really possible option would be to call Dean and ask him what I should do. He was a few towns over hunting a werewolf. If he wasn't busy he'd pick up right?
I dial the number.
Ring
He's gonna be so mad at me for calling over something sp stupid.
Ring
I should just hang up right now.
Ring
He's not picking up. He's busy.
Ring
That's it I'm hanging up.
"Hello, Dean Winchester speaking."
His voice sounds annoyed. Maybe a long hunt? I shouldn't be bothering him.
"Hello?" he repeats.
"Dean, it's Sam."
" Sammy? What's wrong?" He doesn't sound so annoyed anymore, worried is a better word.
"I- I'm uh, scared." I sound 5 years old. "You know what it's dumb, I shouldn't have called. Dad has told me not to call when you're hunting."
"Hey, it's fine, just- what's going on?"
"There's a big storm Dean. Like the biggest I have ever seen. The power went out, this flashlight sucks. There are some very suspicious noises coming from the woods outside. I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do." Dean will know, he always knows.
"Ok, first off, take a deep breath so you don't pass out and the thing outside doesn't come in and eat your face."
"Dean! This isn't funny."
He laughs.
"Sorry, just trying to get you to smile. Let me talk to dad."
"He's not here; he took off about an hour ago after he got a call."
Dean stops laughing very abruptly.
"Ok, here's what you're gonna do. There should be at least one gun in the closet. Go in the back room and keep it with you. Try and get some sleep." He's talking to me like I'm a little kid.
"And of course, check the locks and the salt lines. You're gonna be fine kid."
I swear that noise outside is closer.
"Did you finish the hunt?" My actual question is when are you coming back?
"Yeah, of course I did, think I wouldn't? I'll be back when I get back. It's crappy weather here too. You'll be fine. I'll see you when I get back."
"Ok. Bye."
I really don't want him to hang up. Now it seems even darker. I'm just being paranoid I'm sure but I follow his instructions. I really don't need to get attacked by anything.
I'm not really sure if I dozed off or the time just passed kinda fast, but the noise at the door wakes me up and I slowly get to my feet.
"Sammy, it's me you don't need to shoot."
"Dean? Is it you?"
"Yeah. It's me. Crappy weather ain't it?"
