I may suck at writing, but I am totally good at making new stories when I have a bunch that are not completed. lol
Stranger Things/Supernatural FanFiction! Set in Season 2 of ST.
AN: Italics Sam speaking telepathically.
Hope you enjoy!
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Dean trudges through the winter forest, Sam in tow, relieved when they lose sight of Hawkins Lab. Other than freezing his ass off in this freezing weather, he can't help but be grateful for his first breath of fresh air in over eight years. He glances down at his little brother. "How we doin' down there, Kiddo?"
The younger brother shrugs, 'Fine', he replies.
"C'mon now", Dean argues, "We talked about this. You don't need to use telepathy anymore. We're free, kiddo."
Sam shakes his head, looking up at Dean with a worried expression, 'Not safe.'
"We will be", Dean promises, tucking Sam into his side. Sam nods, saying nothing in return.
Dean sighs, pulling Sam further into his side. His anger grows. Not at his brother, but at those stupid scientists. One of the many things Dean is angry about is how they manipulated his baby brother to be terrified of talking. Talking. It wasn't enough that they ripped them away from their father at such a young age, but to punish a toddler from speaking? Insane.
Once the scientists found out Sam had telepathy, they wouldn't allow him to speak out-loud. They went through several sessions on learning to control his telepathy. The first few months Sam would lose consciousness. After two years, he would only get nose bleeds. At some point they started punishing him when he refused to cooperate. They would lock him in closets, treat him like an animal; but would mostly just beat him. When the abuse fell through, they turned to Dean. All it took was one hit on Dean for Sam to immediately started using telepathy for communication. He didn't open his mouth for months.
After a few hours of walking through the forest, Sam stops. Dean looks down to see Sam's eyes are closed, "What? We being followed?" The younger brother says nothing as his eyes move under his eyelids. Dean falls silent, letting Sam concentrate.
"Cabin", Sam finally murmurs, opening his eyes, "Empty." Dean nods, continuing to lead them, eventually finding the cabin. "Nice job, Sammy", Dean smirked, patting the back of his shoulders. He grins when Sam smiles softly.
"C'mon", Dean mutters, walking toward the cabin.
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'Smells like a retirement home', Dean thinks to himself once the brothers step inside of the cabin. He turns to his brother, "We alone?", he asks. Sam nods. Dean sighs in relief. He leaves his brother to take a look around the cabin while Dean takes a looks in the kitchen. He browses through the cobweb covered cabinets before finding what he's looking for: salt. Dean doesn't really remember what it's for, since he hasn't had to salt anything for years. But he knows it means safety. Something he and Sam haven't felt in a long time.
Dean then walks through the entire house, salting any opening he can find. He notices Sam staying close by as he works. Sam had always been clingy since he was a baby, but ever since they were taken, he has always stayed by Dean's side. Now that Dean and Sam are out, he plans to keep it that way. Dean shakes his head in frustration. He shouldn't have to think about the future right now. He and Sam are free and that's all that matters.
Sam cleans off a couch, covering it with a few blankets. He tells Sam to get in, before following behind, draping a heavy blanket over the two of them. Dean pulls Sam to him, resting his chin on top of the smaller boys shaved head. "Just try to get some sleep. It'll be better in the morning." He feels Sam nod against his chest.
"'Night, Sammy", Dean whispers, kissing his brothers scalp. Sam burrows further into Dean in reply.
For the first time in eight years, the Winchester brothers fall into a deep sleep, not fearing what will happen in the morning.
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Short I know. Might extend it. Should I continue?
-A