Kingdom Hearts II: Winchester Heart

by SkyboundSparrow

A year after the Winchesters save the universe, Dean is alone. Sam's dead. Cas is MIA. When Sora shows up with the news that Sam is alive, he can't believe it. The problem? Sam is a Nobody going around with an evil organization. Dean's on a mission to find his brother, even if that means he has to go around the universe and tear apart this organization with its hands on his brother

1. Prologue

A/N: Alright guys, you've been asking, so here it is, the sequel to Kingdom Hearts: Winchester Chronicles. Aside from the prologue, this story picks up about a year after the events of Kingdom Hearts: Winchester Chronicles. It picks up near the beginning of Kingdom Hearts II and in between the year of time between season 5 and 6 of Supernatural. I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think!

PROLOGUE

The street lamp shone its artificial light down on a figure who stood alone in its beam. It was Sam Winchester, his long brown hair and rich brown eyes still intact, seemingly unharmed by Hell and the Cage that he had spent time in. His eyes were focused on a window of a specific house, in which he could see his brother, Dean, with an old flame of his, Lisa, and her kid, Ben. His brother looked happy. Sam should be happy for his brother. But no matter how hard Sam tried, he could not feel a thing.

Sam couldn't feel a thing.

His body felt cold and wet.

But his heart felt nothing.

Something told him that he should be happy for his brother. He remembered what it felt like to be happy, to be angry, to be in love, to be sad, to be heartbroken. But Sam could not feel any of those things, no matter how hard he tried.

He felt as though he should go to his brother, because his brother would want to see him. That's what his memories and the knowledge he had from them said he should do. But didn't feel like he had to. He didn't particularly want to.

So Sam left the street lamp's light and walked off into the night.

It was only a few days later when a mysterious figure in a long black cloak appeared before him.

"Who are you?" Sam asked, a gun held tightly in his hand and pointed at the figure. His hands were steady and he felt no fear, despite his memories of moments such as this one that told him he should probably be afraid.

The figure pulled back his hood, revealing his face. He had long gray spiky hair to his shoulders, narrow features, and piercing golden eyes. "You seek answers."

"I shouldn't be alive," Sam replied. "I shouldn't exist anymore."

"You feel nothing," the man said.

"I feel nothing," Sam confirmed. "I should want to see my brother. I should feel confused as to how I am alive, as to how I got out of Hell. I should be happy. But I'm not."

"You feel empty."

"Yes," Sam said. He slowly lowered his gun.

"Come with me and I can give you purpose," the man said. "I can give you answers. I can give you a new life. A new you."

"Who are you?" Sam asked again.

"My name is Xemnas."