My Heart will go on
Chapter one
Sam Winchester sighed and scowled. He was currently sitting in yet another graveyard hunting yet another not so friendly ghost. The two elder Winchesters were digging the grave up of the guy they suspected was the incorporeal person that was giving others heart attacks, whilst a sixteen year old Sam stood guard.
"Look alive out there Sam" Dean called "we don't want a ghost getting a hold of us, won't be too good for the old ticker and besides we wouldn't want Princess Samantha being left alone."
"Shut up, Dean" Sam said while tightening his grip on the shotgun that was loaded with salt bullets. Since their fight earlier that afternoon, the two young Winchesters were barely on speaking terms. It would seem that Dean tired of hearing John and Sam fight, decided for once that their father was right. Sam was left feeling heartbroken and betrayed. Sam had tried to talk to Dean about why he wanted to leave but Dean had shot his attempts down and declared that Sam was being selfish and only cared about himself. Which Sam knew wasn't true, he loved his family more than life itself, but at some point he had to do something for himself or else he would never be happy.
"What happened to the Sam who cares about what happens to other people?" Dean had asked, Sam had stared him in the eyes, his stomach turning and making him feel sick.
"I still care about people" Sam had replied "I just want to make a better life for myself, you know I don't like hunting."
"Yeah, that's not selfish at all" Dean had snapped "there are people who depend on all three of us to protect them." Before he had turned and stormed out of the small rented apartment. Sam had just stood there in shock, he had always thought that he'd had Dean's support on going to college, guess Sam was wrong to have thought that.
Sam swallowed hard against the bitter memories, now wasn't the time to get distracted. If either Dean or John got hurt, Sam was sure they would make him miserable for the next who knew how long.
Feeling Goosebumps rising on his arms, Sam knew a certain Mr. Mustang was about to make an appearance.
"Hurry up" Sam called to the men who were still shoveling dirt out of their way. He prayed they didn't hear the fear in his voice, Dean for sure wouldn't let him forget about it.
"You do your job we will do ours" John growled out, raising his arm to wipe at the sweat that decorated his forehead. A few seconds later the sound of the shotgun went off.
The ghost disappeared briefly from Sam's eyesight but a few seconds later it reappeared even angrier than before. Sam didn't have time to reload before he felt the ghost seemingly reach into his chest and wrap its ghostly hand around his heart and start to squeeze.
Sam opened his mouth to call out for help, but to his horror no sound escaped and. Mr. Mustang continued to squeeze until Sam's chest filled with agony just as Sam had passed out, the ghost released him, flung the limp body away from his grave . Meanwhile, Dean and John had just finished digging and John had reached down to rip open the coffin lid when they heard an eerie shriek.
"He sounds a tad angry" Dean commented as John pulled the lid open.
"Just a ghost nothing Sam can't handle" John said as Dean began bathing the corpse in lighter fluid and salt before lighting it up. As they scrambled out of the grave they noticed Sam was nowhere to be seen.
"Where has that boy gone off too?" John asked irritated, he hated it when one of his boys just disappeared without saying anything about where they were going. Dean scowled not feeling like looking his wayward little brother, he was still angry over their fight.
"I won't trust him to have my back again, if he's just going to up and disappear" Dean muttered.
John sighed it looked like Sam was in for yet another stern lecture. He wondered as he bent down and grabbed the shovel, when Sam would start to heed the lectures.
"Let's get busy the sooner we finish hear the sooner we can head back to the hotel" John said as he pushed some dirt into the open grave. Dean scowled but reached down and grabbed a shovel.
"Sam should be doing this" Dean muttered feeling even angrier at his absent little brother. John despite his irritation was starting to grow worried. It wasn't like Sam to just up and disappear before a hunt was finished. He had a bad feeling that something was seriously wrong. Sighing, John threw his shovel down; he wouldn't be able to concentrate while worrying about his boy.
Dean looked up at John noting the worried look in his father's eyes.
"What are you doing? You said to finish up so we could get back to the hotel"
"That was before Sam went MIA" John said. Dean sighed, he hadn't wanted to admit it but he also had a feeling in the pit of his stomach. He dropped his shovel and joined his father in the search.
It didn't take long to find the limp body that lay sprawled on another grave just a few rows behind where they had been digging.
"Sammy," both John and Dean called out at the same as they both sprinted to his side. Dropping to their knees beside the teen, John reached out and placed two fingers on his youngest child's neck.
Dean reached out and touched his brothers pale white cheek. He didn't like how cold it was nor did he like how blue Sam's lips were. The sight of his baby brother so still nearly brought tears to Dean's eyes making him feel even guiltier for the fight they'd had earlier.
"He has no pulse" John stated after a minute.
TBC?
AN
Despite the title not going to be a death fic. So if you want more let me know and please forgive any grammar errors. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Liz