My first ever Supernatural fic so sorry if the characters are a little off.
Plot: Sam didn't go with Dean that night. Instead, he stayed home with Jess. Little does he know, that's exactly what the yellow eyed demon wanted.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. If I did, then I would have given in to the writers strike right away to produce a 4th season. Therefore, you can tell that I don't own Supernatural. Anyway, on with the story.
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We all know that each action we make must have an equal and opposite reaction. We also know that anything is possible if we simply make a different decision. This is not a story on the reality we know, the reality that led to Sam joining his brother on a road trip of blood, death, survival and friendship, but another, completely possible reality. A reality where Sam chose another path to follow. And it all started that fateful night when Dean dropped in to tell his brother some important news.
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Sam woke up suddenly, wondering faintly why. He sat up and looked over to where Jess slept, blissfully unaware of all the supernatural dangers in the world around her. Sam slowly sank back onto the bed grinning at the little bit of normality in his life. The floorboards creaked, causing Sam to sit up and look across the room. He rose quietly from the bed and walked soundlessly out to the living room. Despite being many years out of practice, his night vision was still good enough to see a shadow as someone walked into the other room. He jumped out as the figure passed and grabbed its arm. The man lashed out, hitting Sam. Sam continued to trade blows with the other man for a few more moments before he finally lost his balance and fell to the ground. Before Sam had time to pull himself up, the man was pinning him to the ground. Slowly, Sam was able to make out the face of his attacker.
"Whoa, easy, tiger." Dean said, grinning down at his younger brother.
"Dean?" Sam asked, glaring up at his brother in annoyance. Dean laughed at Sam's discomfort.
Sam breathed heavily, still looking annoyed. "You scared the crap out of me." He stated.
"That's cause you're out of practice" Dean replied.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers reply and kicked Dean, causing him to fall over. Within seconds, Dean was pinned under Sam. Dean laughed again. "Or not…" he added.
Slowly, Sam released his grip, unsure if Dean would continue the fight. After a few moments of silence, as Dean pulled himself to his feet, Sam let loose the question that he was dying to ask. "Dean, what the hell are you doing here?"
Dean grinned "Well I was looking for a beer." He joked.
Sam rolled his eyes again, knowing his brother all too well. "What the hell are you doing here?" he repeated in a different and more dangerous tone of voice.
Dean stopped grinning. "Okay, all right, we gotta talk." he said, looking serious.
Sam looked his brother full in the face. "Uh, the phone?" he questioned.
It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes. "If I'd have called, would you have picked up?" he questioned.
Both men blinked, startled, as the light flicked on. After a few moments, Sam turned to face the intruder to their conversation. It was Jess. "Sam?" she asked, looking from her boyfriend to Dean.
Sam looked at Jess, realising that he couldn't avoid the introductions now. "Jess, hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend Jessica." he said, hoping that Dean wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
Jess looked at Sam, a look of confusion on her face. "Wait, your brother Dean?" she asked.
Sam looked over to Dean, who had his eyes fixed on Jessica's chest. Not for the first time, he felt like killing his brother. He watched as Dean made a comment on Jessica's 'Smurfs' shirt before looking her up and down again "You know I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league."
Jess looked down at her night clothes, embarrassment clear on her face. "Just let me put something on." she muttered.
Dean help out his hand to stop her. "No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it…Seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but, uh, nice meeting you."
Sam watched his brother, deciding in his mind that he wasn't going to play Dean's Games anymore. He walked over to Jess and gripped her hand efficiently. "No. Whatever you wanna say you can say it in front of her."
Dean looked uneasy at Sam's reply and paused to consider his next sentence. "Okay. Um…dad hasn't been home in a few days."
Sam felt his stomach drop but managed to keep a straight face. He shrugged "So he's working over-time. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." He replied, knowing full well that Dean wasn't talking about that.
Dean sighed. "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days." he stated.
Sam finally let his face fall. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." he said without looking at his girlfriend.
Carefully, he detangled himself from Jessica's grip and followed his brother out of the apartment.
"You know, that wasn't the welcome I was expecting" Dean said casually, as Sam followed him down the stairs. "Anyway, I'll explain everything on the way"
Sam glared at his brothers retreating back. "Come on Dean, you can't just break in, in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."
Dean stopped and looked back at his brother. "You're not hearing me Sammy. Dad's missing; I need you to help me find him."
Sam rolled his eyes, refusing to give in to Dean's kicked puppy look. "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the devil's gates in Clifton? He's always missing and he's always fine."
Dean turned around and started walking, forcing Sam to follow him "Not for this long. Now you gonna come with me or not?"
Sam stopped and crossed his arms "I'm not" he said defiantly.
Dean paused again to look at him. "Why not?" he questioned.
Sam stood his ground. "I swore I was done hunting for good." he stated firmly.
Dean stared at his brother. "Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."
Sam raised an eyebrow questioningly "Yeah? When I told dad when I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45."
Dean looked slightly confused. "Well what was he supposed to do?"
Sam groaned at his brothers willful stupidity. "I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say "Don't be afraid of the dark.""
Dean looked slightly horrified. "Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!"
Sam caved in "Yeah I know but still-- the way we grew up after mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing."
Dean didn't bother to fight this logic. "But we save a lot of people doing it."
Sam knew he had to fight, before he caved in completely to his brother. "You think mom would have wanted this for us?" he asked as Dean started walking again "The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Dean, we were raised like warriors."
Dean turned around quickly, making Sam jump. "So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal life? Is that it?"
Sam could hear the anger in Deans voice. He knew he had to be careful when ever the topic of Mary Winchester was brought up. "No. Not normal. Safe"
"And that's why you ran away?" Dean asked, scoffing at Sam.
This was too much of an injustice for Sam. "I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." he said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Dean ignored Sam's tone of voice as the two men reached Dean's black Impala in the parking lot. "Yeah well dad's in real trouble if he's not dead. I can feel it. I can't do this alone." He looked up at his brother pleadingly.
Sam looked at his brother, not convinced at Deans show of weakness. "Yes you can." he stated.
Dean shrugged "Yeah. Well, I don't want to."
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In one reality, this is where it all begins for Sam. This is where he gives in and joins his brother on a road trip that ultimately sealed fate for Jessica. That is the reality where Jess died. But that is that reality. This is another reality. A reality where Sam stayed home.
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It was Sam's turn to shrug. "Yeah, Well tough luck." he said.
He turned and started heading back towards the apartment. Behind him, Dean cursed.
"FINE THEN JERK!" Dean shouted.
Sam turned back to look at his brother, surprised at Dean's anger.
Dean glared at Sam, anger still visible on his face. "Just tell me one thing Sammy." he said. "Why?"
Sam groaned and walked back towards his brother. "Look Dean. I have an interview. A really important interview in a few days. I can't miss it."
"So what? Your just going to sit here while Dad might be in danger? Like a good little collage boy?" Dean snapped.
"Hey! News flash for you Dean. I am a collage boy. Ok!" Sam replied angrily.
Both brothers glared at each other, daring the other to make a move. After a few minutes of silence, Sam broke his gaze to lean against the car. After a few more minutes, Sam sighed.
"Listen Dean. This Interview is really important me." he said.
Next to him, Dean nodded. "I know. And I know you wouldn't abandon dad unless it was. I can't force you to go back to hunting. I just thought…" he trailed off.
Sam looked over to his brother and sighed. "Hey, if you haven't found dad after the interviews over, come and get me. Cos I wanna find him and I wanna help."
Dean looked over at Sam and nodded. Then he pulled the door of the Impala open and jumped in. Sam bent down and knocked on the passenger window until Dean reached over and rolled it down.
"Just so you know, Jess and I don't mind if you want to crash here for the night." Sam said.
Dean grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it Sammy." he put the car into gear, forcing Sam to step away. Then he stopped the car. "Oh and Sam?" Sam looked at Dean, who winked at him. "Knock em dead at the Interview!"
As Sam watched, the Impala sped off into the night, taking with it, the only person who really knew him. Sam shook his head and grinned, before turning back to the apartment, where Jess was waiting for him.
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Well, that was very strange. The truth behind this story, is that I watched the pilot last night and then jumped on the computer. I think I was half asleep cos my memory of writing this is sort of hazy. I found it this morning and after the whole 'WTF' period, I edited it and decided to post it. So feed back would be very welcome. Oh, and so you know, the first bit of dialogue is accurate. I lost count of how many times I re-watched that scene this morning.
There may be a second chapter or even a full story, if I can remember what I was planning when I wrote this.