Disclaimer: I don't own Sam. I don't own Dean. I don't own Supernatural. You'd know if I did.
Author's Note: My second Supernatural fic in less than a day. Finished it yesterday, but only now posting it. x) Hope you like it!
::Eleven Years::
The year is 1999, and Sam Winchester has realized that, even at this painfully tender age, he loves someone in a way that he should not, and he isn't sure on whether to rise it all on those brief smiles that he sees, or whether he's just seeing what he wants to see.
The year is 2000, and Sam Winchester is getting tired of dancing around as his father's soldier; all he really wants to do is be normal, but when you're exorsizing poltergeists and fighting bogeymen one day while you're living as a normal student the next, that can be a little hard.
The year is 2001, and Sam Winchester is living a double life during his senior year in high school as he struggles to make honor role and find full-ride scholarships and housing and just attend school.
The year is 2002, and Sam Winchester is on a lengthy bus ride to Stanford, and he has never felt more alone than he does right then - maybe it is because he's not supposed to ever come back, or maybe it's because it's Dean that he's leaving behind - and he's not sure which of those thoughts is worse.
The year is 2003, and Sam Winchester hasn't heard from his brother in months - no phone calls, no emails, no visits, nothing - and he can only wonder whether his brother is alive or, ohpleasenopleasegodno, dead.
The year is 2004, and Sam Winchester, now a junior in college, has decided to be a lawyer so he can help Dean if he is caught on the wrong side of the law - their father can take care of himself.
The year is 2005, and Sam Winchester doesn't know how it happened, but suddenly he is living with Jessica, they're planning on marriage, and all he wants to do is get away.
The year is 2006, and Sam Winchester has finally been reunited with the brother he loves so dearly; because it was initiated in search of their MIA father, he wants to hate it, but he cannot find the strength within himself to do so. (Jessica's death didn't even matter, not really.)
The year is 2007, and Sam Winchester can find no trace within himself of what he once called "normal"; is that because his powers are only now manifesting, or is it because he knows that his soul is worth much less than his brother's?
The year is 2008, and Sam Winchester has not only seen his brother ripped apart by the hounds of hell, but he has died a little inside because of the sight.
The year is 2009, and Sam Winchester has done awful things, so many horrible, awful things; not only is he considered a heartless liar, but he's betrayed his brother, the only family that he has left.
x-K-x
Silver: Soo.... Questions? Comments? I used the same prompt and style. Stabbed "k" this time though. x)
Dean: HAH! At least I didn't die this time.
Sam: Shut up. ::fume::
Silver: Eh, heh heh... Hopefulyl i'll have the first chapter of a new story or two tmoorrow. ... Or later this evening. Stay tuned!!