hello once again, everyone. after a lot of mentions, and a lost of questions if we'd ever see it, here is the story of the earth demon, first mentioned in the opening story 'something lost'. this story is part of my Something Lost Series which, for all those who don't know, is a series that adds in the Harrison family. enjoy, and as always, i own no part of supernatural, this is all just for fun.

ON THE TURNING AWAY

Chapter 1

Twelve year old Sam Winchester laid out on the warm bricks of the old patio, the sun lulling him into a comforting daze. He loved summers in Valley. It was the only place he could ever be normal, the only time he ever felt like a real kid. He was amazed that his father had allowed he and Dean to stay through the end of the school year, especially when his hunt took him to the east coast. But Sam wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He'd been granted a few months in Wyoming— without his father or hunting— and to Sam, it was perfection.

Sam knew his older brother was enjoying the time off, too, even though Dean took every opportunity to bitch and moan about the fact that he'd been forced to watch his baby brother instead of going on the hunt. But then, Dean— at sixteen— had only recently started hunting with their father, and whatever John was after was a little too big league to bring Dean in on. So, the older boy was forced to stay behind with the women and children, and Kerri hadn't let him live that down for a moment.

Sam sighed, sleep pulling at him. These moments of peace were rare, even in Valley. It wasn't that Kerri's town was a happening place or a supernatural hot spot. No, it was just that four children always seemed to make a place hectic no matter how serene the environment that surrounded it. Add to it the fact that they didn't get to see each other too often and visits to the small mountain town were always a whirlwind.

"Dean's looking for you." A loud voice spoke, breaking through the once peaceful backyard.

Sam opened his eyes, searching for the source of the voice, knowing exactly who he'd find. Evelyn was standing beside him, the dark haired twelve year old looking at him, her pale eyes stern.

"Tell him I ran away."

"Very funny," Ev began, sitting beside Sam. "Just so you know, when he can't find you it automatically becomes my fault."

"That's not true."

"Then why's he always interrogating me?"

"'Cause you like to cause trouble."

"I shouldn't be punished for my quirks." Ev smirked, knowing full well what Sam meant.

Evelyn liked to stir things up, liked to cause trouble, it was just her way. Sam didn't knowing if it was her way of trying to be like her big sister or if Ev was just a natural trouble maker. Whatever it was, she kept life interesting. And it was just one more thing that set Evelyn apart from her sister. While Kerri attracted trouble no matter how far below the radar she tried to stay, Evelyn went out looking to cause mischief, and usually recruited Sam as her accomplice.

"Why's he looking for me?" Sam asked sitting up, though he already knew the answer.

"Just checking up. You know how he gets when John's not here."

"Don't remind me."

"At least he's got Kerri to distract him," Ev added, making Sam smile.

Evelyn Harrison was one of the best things about Valley. She was someone the young boy could talk to, someone who understood him. Sam loved Dean with all his heart, but all the hovering drove him crazy— and Ev was someone he could always vent to, whether in person or on the phone. However, while Sam always appreciated having someone to complain about siblings with, he knew there was much more between them than that. Evelyn's mother Elizabeth had died just like Mary, the nursery fire at the Harrisons' home having left Evelyn with a terrible scar— and that sealed a bond between the two twelve year olds that was stronger than anything else. They'd both been raised without any memory of a mother, and Sam clung to the lifeline that was Evelyn.

"I'm sure she's happy with you for that." Sam smiled, knowing Ev had abandoned Kerri when Dean started badgering her. Kerri may have only been two months younger than Dean, but that didn't stop him from pulling the seniority card on her. And Sam knew that, while the pair were happy to be with each other, they also drove each other crazy.

"Hey, I'm a survivalist. Though I think we're gonna have to change states to hide from 'mother hen Dean'," Evelyn groused.

"Why's that?" Dean was protective on a normal day, so Sam knew something big had to be going on to make him even more annoyingly attentive.

"Your dad was just on the phone. Apparently, the hunt's bigger than he thought."

"So he wants Tom to go?" Sam asked, trepidation growing in his voice— after all, he still remembered the last time Tom and John had left them alone.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Is that even a good idea, they were pretty pissed at each other before my dad left."

"Yeah well, they've been pissed at each other a lot lately."

"That is true."

Sam tried to tune out the fighting, choosing instead to stay as far away from his father and Tom as he could. They'd always fought, it was the nature of their being, but recently, it had seemed worse. They had completely different views on how to raise children, and Sam couldn't help but find Tom's approach appealing. John was preparing them for war, raising soldiers— Tom was preparing them for life, raising children.

"I'm telling you, John, I gotta go, I'll give you a call later." Tom Harrison's exasperated voice made Sam and Evelyn turn. The hunter was rushing down the back stairs, exiting the basement door a moment later, a briefcase in one hand, cordless phone in the other. The man didn't look like much of a hunter in his work clothes, but Sam knew he always kept his private life well hidden from the university. Tom was a professor, and a fairly well known one at that, he didn't need people questioning his sanity— or his ability to raise Kerri and Evelyn.

"Sam," Tom began again, stopping by the kids and tossing Sam the phone, "please tell your father your haven't bled to death and are still in possession of both arms and legs."

"Hey, Dad….. Nope, just missing a few fingers." Sam smirked, Tom sending him a reprimanding glare as he climbed into his firebird.

"Hey, Dad," Evelyn called after her father, "what's for dinner?"

"Ask Kerri." And with that Tom Harrison was gone, leaving nothing but a trail of dust in his wake.

"That's just great." Ev sighed, laying back against the patio.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm still here." Sam began, momentarily forgetting he was on the phone with his father. "Uh, yeah that's right, it's Tuesday, he has all night classes today………. It's fine, Dean and Kerri are still around………. No, I'm out back, they're inside somewhere….. But…… yes, Sir." Sam grumbled, switching off the phone.

"Another wonderful day in the lives of hunters." Evelyn breathed, Sam sighing in agreement before leaning back against the warm tiles.

The two remained there for a while, both too lost in their thoughts to speak, letting the warm summer sun relax them— they could worry about the rest of the world later. At that moment, they were just two kids, enjoying the early days of summer, ignoring the world like children should. And slowly, Sam could feel his anger building. They shouldn't have to be worried about what would happen next, shouldn't be concerned about the wide and dangerous world around them. They should be focused on their friends, thinking about sports or video games or the newest tv show— not where their next meal would come from or if their fathers would make it home alive.

When he was younger, Sam hadn't thought much about being the son of a hunter. It was a life he'd been born to, the only life he'd ever known, so there was never really much to think about. But as he grew, so did his understanding of the world around him, and once he started school everything had changed. It was only then that he found out just how different he was, and just what he was missing out on. And now the topic of Tom and John's most recent fight was weighing heavily on his heart.

As had been the case often lately, the two men were arguing about Dean, or more specifically, Dean's future. One fact that set the Harrisons apart from his own family was that Tom had a life outside hunting, something John didn't seem capable of. It was something that constantly caused friction, not because Tom looked down on John in any way, but because the senior Harrison wanted more of a future for both Sam and Dean. But John saw things differently, and like a good soldier, Dean followed along.

Instead of walking at graduation in two years, instead of spending his teen years in high school like he should have, Dean had done what his father ordered— he'd taken the GEDs as soon as he'd turned sixteen. Dean was smart, even though he went out of his way to get people to believe otherwise, and so it was no surprise to Sam that he passed the tests with flying colors. On a deep level, Sam knew why his father had insisted on Dean taking the GEDs instead of finishing high school. Now that his older brother was hunting, he needed more time, time that was being taken up by school.

But Dean liked school, Sam knew that for certain, and he knew a little bit of his older brother's soul had been lost when he was told he was no longer going to attend. Yes, they changed schools a lot, making them the perpetual new kids, but when in Valley, they were able to go to school with kids they'd known most of their lives— and now Dean was forced to miss out on that small bit of normal as well. And, the moment Sam learned of his father's plans, he swore it would never be him. Sam was going to make his own way, and that included attending school as long as he damn well pleased.

"What part of go get Sam for me was confusing?" Dean's stern voice broke through the twelve year olds' solitude, causing both to turn their eyes to the teenager, but still not rising from the patio.

"I believe you said, go find Sam, and I found him," Evelyn answered.

"You're pushing it, kid."

"That's just my way."

"What did you want?" Sam asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Nothing, I was just wondering where you were."

"You could have looked out a window."

"Or I could have gotten what I thought was a responsible person to get you." Dean began, eying Evelyn.

"Well that was your first mistake, no one ever said I was responsible."

"You know, you were a whole lot cuter when you were three." Dean smirked, pulling two wicker chairs together, sitting in one and using the other as a footrest.

"So they tell me. You don't by chance know what's for dinner, do you?" Evelyn asked, turning her head to face Dean.

"No, why? Where's Tom?"

"He left for his lectures."

"Oh yeah, Tuesday. He didn't make anything?"

"He told me to talk to Kerri about it."

"We could always head into town, get something there."

"He took the firebird," Evelyn answered dramatically, and Sam couldn't help but smirk. Evelyn always was one for dramatics.

"Your legs broken or something? Ride your bike."

"Dean, it's too hot."

"You're dad's been gone twenty minutes and you've already managed to drive me crazy, you know that."

"Well, I vote we go to town." Sam chimed in, earning a glare from Evelyn. Many, many decisions in the Harrisons' house needed tie breakers since, more often than not, the kids chose sides in pairs. It was normally Sam and Ev versus Dean and Kerri, but every so often it would change. But, without Tom or John around, the deciding vote was going to have to go to Kerri.

"Hey, Ker!" Dean shouted, and Sam was happy Kerri and Ev had no neighbors, since his brother's shout could have woken the dead.

"What?" Kerri shouted back, leaning out one of the second floor windows.

"You're in charge for dinner."

"Says who?"

"Your dad, he just left."

"Damn it. We got enough money in the kiddy for dinner?"

"Your dad refilled the supply, I saw him."

"You suck, Kerri." Evelyn shouted up at her sister, Sam and Dean both breaking out in laughter.

"I guess you're just gonna have to sweat, princess." Kerri called to her sister, a smirk on her face. "'Cause if I'm the tie-breaker, we're biking to dinner in town."