Darkness Falls

Summery: (AU! Mary is alive. Explained inside.) The family of four have been fighting the supernatural for years. But on the eve of Dean's 25th birthday he went missing and no one has seen him since…that is until Sam decides to take a trip and visit Missouri.

Mary's Life Explanation: When they were children Mary's mother, Amy, lived with them. And the night their house burned down it was Amy who was up on the ceiling, not Mary. Now the family searches for the demon that killed Sam and Dean's grandmother and Mary's mother, along with any other supernatural scum they find along the way.

Note: I have no idea when Dean's birthday is, and the exact date doesn't affect the story. So just ignore that part. Mmmkay?

And yes, I stole the title from an X-Files episode from Season 1! I'm so cool like that, lmaoo

But it doesn't really go with the story…anyone have any better title suggestions?

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"Dean!" Sam called as he tried to get to his brother. He felt pain explode in the back of his head and went falling forward.

"SAMMY!" Dean's voice screamed. "Oh, god! SAMMY! GET UP!" Dean was begging.

"Come on, Dean-o. We've got some fun planned." Came the all too familiar voice of their long time enemy, Meg. Sam could feel himself fading as the sound of Dean being dragged away as he struggled to break free filled the air.

"SAMMY!"

Sam shot up from his nightmare. He looked over to see, thankfully, his parent's backs were to him and they hadn't seen his abruptly wake up. He quickly grabbed the hoodie off the back of the chair by the door and walked outside.

Sam zippered up the dark blue hoodie he was wearing as he stepped out the door of the motel. Dean would kill him if he saw Sam wearing his hoodie, but he hadn't seen his big brother in over a year…

In fact it would be a year and a half exactly tomorrow night. Sam kept notes in his head of the exact amount of days since dean's been gone. Five hundred and forty six days so far. Sam shivered in the cold fall air and zippered the hoodie up all the way.

"Sam?" came the voice from behind him. He turned to see his mother standing behind him. Her long blond hair, that stopped mid-back, was pulled into a ponytail. She pulled her own sweatshirt closer to her as she walked to her son. "What's wrong, Sammy?" she asked lovingly. Sam merely sighed in response. "Thinking of Dean-o?" She asked, placing her hand on his back in a comforting, motherly way.

Sam sighed again "Yea…it's just…what if there was something I could of-"

"Sam." She cut him off, taking a step in front of him and taking his face in her hands and pointing it downward so they were eye-to-eye. "Please. Honey, you have to stop blaming yourself!" Mary begged her son

"But what if there was—!"

"Sammy, when we found you you were out cold. I doubt even you could have heroically saved your brother while you were unconscious."

"I shouldn't'of been so careless…I shouldn't'of turned my back…" he babbled, fighting the tears in his eyes.

"Oh honey. Please…please stop. We will find Dean. I promise."

Sam let out a shaky sigh before hugging his mother.

"Hey Sam." Came the call from the open door of the motel. Sam pulled back from the hug and gave his mother a half 'thank you' half 'I love you' look and walked back into the room, Mary right behind him.

"I need you to go on a solo-hunt in Lawrence while your mom and I head up north."

"A solo-hunt? Why?"

"Because, the hunt needs to be completed and Mary and I have to finish something else with Bobby."

"What else?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Sam."

"If it concerns Dean it concerns me!" Sam cried back

"Sam." John warned "You can meet up with us in Indiana in about a week. Ok? I'll tell you everything we know then."

"Why not tell me now?" Sam challenged. Mary stood close by; ready to stop the fight if/when it broke out.

"Because we don't know anything yet. But we might by next week. No go Sam, that poltergeist isn't gonna get rid of it's self."

Sam sighed and began to pack.

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That had been two days ago. Sam was now only 10 minutes outside of Lawrence. He looked at the address on the post-it on the Impala's dashboard and realized it was right near the house of their old family friend, Missouri. She had been like a grandmother to them after Amy died. Sam hadn't seen her since right before Dean disappeared. He decided to pay her a visit. It was late anyways; all he was gonna do was check into a motel, not like he would get to visit the house tonight.

The sun was setting behind Sam, there was enough light to not have to use his headlights yet. He turned onto Missouri's street and saw a figure walking up the path in front of her house. He parked in the street in front of the house and got out of the car as the person stepped onto the first step of Missouri's porch, pulling a key from their pocket.

"Wait…" Sam whispered. He recognized that slumped posture, that determined walk…it was- "Dean?" The person turned at the sound of a voice in the evening silence.

It was Dean. "Oh my god! Dean!" Sam cried, running up to him. His brother got a fearful look on his face as Sam got closer. "Dean?" he asked, taking his brother's arm.

"Who are you?" he asked terrifiedly, trying to pull his arm from Sam's grip.

"What? Dean—it's me—Sam, you're brother!" Sam said, feeling his heart sink.

"Please—let go of me!" Dean said, trying to pull away.

"Sam." Sam looked up to see Missouri standing on her porch. Sam looked from his brother to Missouri. "I think you'd better come inside, Sam."

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So, what did you think so far? It's kinda a short/rushed/shaky start, but it gets better! haha

Please review and tell me what you thought!

Thanks lovelies!

-claire

PS: Oh! And to all my readers of 'Like Father Like Daughter' I'll try to update again this week!