A/N Okay so this is an idea that popped into my head, and I just couldn't not write it, what if there were actually no monsters in SPN? What if it was all the insane coping mechanism of a child that couldn't accept his mother's death, one that never went away? This is the story of Sam Winchester, the boy who faces the challenge of caring for a brother that has no grasp on reality, and see's monsters wherever he looks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of it's characters.
saving people hunting things the family businesthere is no family business Dean... It's all in your head... Monsters aren't real.
When I was a baby, there was a fire that started in my nursery, a night light shorted out, and started the blaze, my mother died in that fire, and I was only saved by my father and brother. My father always secretly blamed me, and treated me like a freak, because if I hadn't been born, the fire wouldn't have happened. It was the opposite with my brother, but that's because that was the night something happened with Dean's brain.
Something clicked in his four year old brain, and reality changed forever. At first everybody just thought it was a coping mechanism to deal with the loss of his mother, and that may be how it started, but it never stopped. Dean never stopped believing in the monsters. He saw them everywhere he went, and even started to devise all of these stories in which me, him, and dad, went out and hunted the monsters. Said it was "The Family Business."
When I was little I thought it was a game, and didn't understand why adults would give Dean those sad looks, and whisper. Dad noticed it too, so one day we up and left, leaving all of the people we knew behind, and started traveling the country in his 1967 Chevy Impala. I never quite knew what dad did to keep us moving, only that we never stayed anywhere for more than a few weeks.
It was only when I started to get older that I noticed something wrong with my brother, how when dad was away for a few days on his trips, Dean would wake me up, and say we had to go, that dad was in trouble, and that we had to go save him. Then he would just go away, and dad would be back by morning, and Dean would talk about how we saved him from a Rugaru, or vampire, sometimes even ghosts, and we would be back on the road again.
I remember the one time we actually stopped somewhere for more than a few days, because dad ran into an old college buddy. Bobby Singer, and Bobby took us in, saying that his home would be our home. Those were the best months of my life, the time we spent at Uncle Bobby's.
It didn't take long for Bobby to realize that there was something wrong with Dean, the way he would randomly wake up screaming, or wander off into the night, returning with some outrageous story about monsters in the woods close to the junk yard.
He also caught Dean trying to pick the lock on the gun cabinet, and carving what he called devil's traps into the porch, said it was to keep the monsters out. That's when he went to dad, and told him that Dean needed help, that my brother was sick.
Dad started shouting, and calling Uncle Bobby names. Uncle Bobby shouted back, threatening to call the police, and have us taken away. That was when dad, packed us into the car and told Bobby he would never see us again, that there was nothing wrong with his son, that Dean was just going through a faze.
That was just the start, it only got worse from there Dean became more bold and angry, his episodes becoming longer. He started to completely lose his grip on reality. The worst time, dad was gone, and Dean got into one of his moods, and started to plaster the walls with things about monsters, and talking about hunting it down and killing it.
He started scaring me, sleeping with a gun under his pillow, I don't even know where he got it, but he hid it under his pillow, and waking me up in the middle of the night, and making me follow him into the night, telling me we were about to hunt a ghost that had been spotted in the woods.
We were out there all night, with Dean warning me about the ghosts. Me telling him I was cold, and tired, and just wanted to go home.
Dean never listened, said I was just feeling a ghost, and should suck it up, if I was going to help him and join the "family business." I remember telling him I didn't want to join the family business, Dean didn't like that, and he told me that I didn't have a choice, not if we were going to catch the thing that killed mom.
When he finally decided we could go back to the motel, he went to sleep, and woke up several hours later, and told me what a good job we did the night before killing that ghost, and never brought it up again, that was when I called Uncle Bobby, and told him I was afraid of my older brother.
Uncle Bobby came right away, we took Dean to a place, that said it specialized in troubled teens, and then went back, and waited for dad to come back. When he did, he was angry, he didn't like that Uncle Bobby was there, and was even angrier that he had sent Dean to get help. He pulled him out of the place right away, telling Uncle Bobby that if he caught him near us again he would kill him.
The thing is, the place seemed to have helped Dean, at least for a while, but then it got bad again, but no matter what dad wouldn't get him help.
That's how it went for the next five years. Until I became an adult, and together with Uncle Bobby, Ellen, and Rufus, we committed Dean into a mental hospital, even though in the process my own father disowned me. Dean has been safe for a year now, and I still get to see him, and I think he's finally getting better, at least I hope so.
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