This is a kind of extended/AU scene from S1 Salvation, taken from after Sam's vision of Monica to when they get the call from Meg. Obviously I have thrown in some extra hurt/angst Sam 'cos that's what I like to do…
Spoilers for Salvation – some dialogue from the episode (perhaps not exactly right).
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Salvation – the unseen scene!
Sam's vision snapped back into focus, leaving him reeling from the intense pain in his head. If he hadn't had known any better he would've thought that he'd had an axe stuck in his skull.
He managed to raise his eyes enough to realise that he was on his knees – still over the road from Monica's house. He shuddered as he recalled what he had seen a few moments before in his head. Monica pinned to the ceiling, bleeding all over her baby, Rosie – then bursting into flames, just like…
"Are you alright son?" A voice broke his train of thought. He turned to see a middle aged man leaning down to him, with obvious concern.
Sam swallowed, "Migraine…I have these migraines and sometimes they come without warning!" Not a complete lie.
The man nodded sympathetically, "I get those sometimes. That one must have been bad…"
"Yeah," mumbled Sam as he tried to move. He felt the hands of his 'rescuer' latch onto him to help him, "Come on, let's see if we can get you more comfortable." He steadied Sam as he wobbled a little on his unsteady legs, then supported him as he led him to a park bench.
Sam sat down heavily and immediately put his head in his hands, "Is there anyone I can call for you?"
"It's ok. I'll be ok in a few minutes," Sam replied, trying to offer his friend a reassuring smile.
"Sorry son that would've convinced me more had you not turned a strange shade of green…"
Sam grimaced as his stomach flipped.
"Please let me call someone," his friend insisted.
Sam fumbled until he got his phone out of his pocket, then handed it to the man, "You can call my br…cousin Dean, its number 1 on speed dial."
"What's your name son?" he asked kindly.
"Sam…Sam Winchester."
The man nodded as he pressed the number 1, all the while keeping a sharp eye on the young man in front of him who was still massaging his head.
Dean Winchester was worried. He and his father had been back at the motel for some time, compiling a list of possible targets for the YED for that day. They were just waiting on Sam's information to complete their research. But Sam was no-where to be seen. The last Dean had heard from his brother was a couple of hours earlier when Sam had phoned him to say that he was done with his information gathering at the hospital and that he'd see them back at the motel.
Dean kept walking to the window, looking out, then he'd go back to his father and look over his shoulder, then back to the window again, "Dean! For God's sake, will you sit down! It's not like Sam's on a curfew…"
Dean looked down at himself as if he had surprised himself that he was even pacing. He sat down heavily on the bed, "Sorry dad, it's just that he called a couple of hours ago. He should've been here ages ago and with everything…"
"I know son. I'm sure he's ok," John tried to reassure the obviously concerned young man.
Dean looked like he was going to say something else when his phone began to ring. He looked at the display, "Sam., thank god. Where are…" Dean frowned as he heard a pause on the other end then an unfamiliar voice, "Is this Dean?"
"Depends who wants to know," he ground out gruffly.
"Are you Sam Winchester's cousin?" The voice asked.
"I'm not his c…yeah I am," Dean corrected quickly, remembering the cover story since the shape shifter incident.
John snapped his head up. Something was wrong. Looking at Dean's body language confirmed it, "What's wrong?" Dean asked.
The voice on the other end went quiet, "I found Sam in the park, in the throes of a nasty migraine…"
Dean listened carefully. Migraine? Sam doesn't suffer with migraines, unless…"Is ok?" Dean demanded, causing John to jump up and join his older son.
"I think he's still in some pain, and he looks a little green around the gills…I offered to call an ambulance but he just insisted that I call you. Do you think you can come get him? Only I wouldn't feel comfortable letting him make his own way home – he can barely stand," he finished. Dean gripped his phone a little tighter anxious to see his brother. He relaxed slightly when he heard his little brother grumbling in the background.
"Course I'll come and get him. The park you say?"
"Yes, down by the train tracks," came the reply.
"Can I speak to Sam?" Dean just wanted to hear his brother's voice. There was some shuffling on the other end of the line, "Hey Dean…" a quiet voice spoke to him.
Dean found himself swallowing hard; Sam sounded awful, "Hey Sammy, you doing ok?"
"I will be…"
"Was it a vision?" John looked at Dean puzzled. Dean shook his head at his dad – he didn't want to explain anything yet.
"Yeah – it was intense."
"Ok, don't go anywhere, I'm on my way," Dean started getting his jacket and keys together.
"I couldn't go anywhere even if I wanted to," Sam insisted.
Dean snapped his phone shut, "Dean…" his father began. Dean didn't answer; he was focused on getting to Sam, "Dean, what's going on? A vision? Is Sam ok? What's…?"
Dean stopped, "I'll explain later dad. Sam needs me …"
"I'm coming too!" John insisted, grabbing his coat.
"Not dad, don't. I know you're worried, but I've seen Sam through this before. He'll not want an audience to it. He'll feel bad enough already that someone has seen him in this state…Please dad, just trust me on this. I'll be back soon." With that Dean swiftly exited the motel room leaving an anxious John wondering what on earth was happening to his children now.
Any good? I think this story may be 3 chapters long, the next one probably being the smallest.
I hope you enjoyed it. It's not exciting but if you like hurt/in pain/vision Sam then this should be right up your street.
Please review where possible. Thanks.
