What if Sam was more special than anyone else gave him credit for? What if he was a holy creature of god that even the angels didn't know? Set in Season 6 "Exile on Main St."
Has some Twelve Kingdoms connections. I don't own Supernatural or the Twelve Kingdoms.
Introduction
He had been brought back up to Earth. By who he didn't know. He knew he jumped into the cage, but the next second he stood topside.
A magical air wrapped around Sam, as he stood gazing at his older brother. Dean had kept his side of the promise to go searching for Lisa and Ben in search for an "apple pie life".
Sam didn't want to rob Dean of his one chance of a "demon free" life.
Sam turned his back on his brother.
Unknown to the both of them that it would be years until they saw each other again.
Sam checked himself into an old, starless motel minutes later. He sat his duffle bag filled with clothes and his laptop on the dust-filled table.
He made the right decision, right? He smiled at the thought of Dean living a normal life. Maybe being a soccer dad. It was unimaginable to Sam.
He looked out the window lights flickering on and off. Sam stilled grabbing the handgun that laid against the pile of clothes within his duffle.
He opened his motel room door to lose his balance. He fell, grabbing onto the rail to help balance his equilibrium. Sam starred in confusion. He only had been inside the room for a few seconds, so he questioned how a sudden storm could have formed.
He could feel something pulling him. Pulling him where, though? His body lifted, as if it was floating in mid-air.
He grabbed the rail again, quickly. Trying with all his might to pull himself back. However, the storm grew along with the turbulence as Sam's fingers lost their grip on the rail pushing him further in the air, yet never once did he feel the point of impact.
As the clouds formed a portal sucking Sam into another world.