A.N. Hey. This is a new fic. I'm just testing the waters. Let me know if you like it, I might just take it down if people don't like it. For my other readers with 'Ghost Meetings' I am definitely still working on that. An update should be coming out tomorrow if my WI-FI keeps on cooperating with me. If I do end up continuing this I think update's might come faster with Ghost Meetings. I don't know why, I just work better if I'm writing two fics at once. Weird, right?
Let me know what you think!
They don't happen slowly. You don't even know what really happened until it already happened. You go this way and that way, probably hit a window. Your body gets tingly from nerves and you instantly feel nauseous. And the first thought of mine was, my family is going to kill me. And I don't….I can't think about the fact that the only family I have left to kill me, already wants me dead.
Someone is screaming. A few feet away from me. A name? Yeah, it think it's a name. Mess? Bess? Jess?
"Jess, Baby! Jess, answer me!" I blink, and wonder why the world is upside down. I try to right myself. Something is restraining me. A person? I try to look down. Then cry out, almost screaming, when I feel white hot pain burst through my skull. And my back, and my legs, and arms, and neck.
"Oh, god. JESS!" The scream fills my head and imbeds itself to forever stay in my memory. A seatbelt. That's what's restraining me. I could unbuckle it. If I tried. But I could land on my neck. Something is covering me and my seat, it's dripping everywhere. Kind of smells like pennies. Can pennies melt? The melted pennies fill my mouth and throat until I'm coughing it up to live.
"H-hold on, girl." Stumbling footsteps come near my car, a hand lands on top of it. I cough again, the melted penn-blood, its blood, the blood splatters over the dashboard. "I'm trying. The door won't fucking open." The person yells again, it's a guy. I decide that I'll deal with the consequences later and tilt my heads towards the side slightly. I only make a pain filled grunt this time.
"Window." I grunt out, my brain taking so long to think out the word it must take at least two minutes to say it. I see him nod, or both of them, no it's just one guy. I watch disoriented as he rolls the flannel shirt around his hand and cleans out the rest of the broken glass in the frame before he climbs halfway in and reaches around me. Something clicks and I'm falling. But then I'm not because the guy stops me.
"Oh god. Oh god." He mutters. "We need to get you on stable ground." My head rolls to the side. I feel myself be lifted up. I scream in pain, ending on a sob. He shushes me. A few tears leak from my eyes when I'm lied on concrete. The road.
"I need to call the paramedics." His words are going in and out of hearing. Or maybe that's me.
I feel blood clogging my throat again but before I can cough it up, all I see is black. The man puts me on my side.
-000-
There's a fan out here. A really, really big fan.
"Jess, baby. Stay with me. You're okay." I wonder why this guy isn't turning off the fan. It's killing my head. I groan. Hurried footsteps.
"Hey, hey. You're awake." I wonder how he's keeping his calm. I wonder who Jess is. My stomach hurts, it almost feels like it's swollen. I'm tired. My eyes unwillingly start to close.
"Hey, hey. The helicopter is about to land. Stay awake." Helicopter. That's what the big fan was. I can't open my eyes.
"Hey, you never told me your name." My name? My name…uh, my name is…
"Ummm," I slur, my body shaking with another agony filled cough. I open my eyes slightly and look into the eyes right above mine. They're deep green. Or blue, no they're Hazel. Or maybe brown. They seem to not make up a choice of what color they want to be. His eyes seem to fill with relief when I maintain eye contact.
"Here, I'll tell you mine while you think. My name is Sam." Sam. I'm sorry, Sam.
"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" I must have said it aloud. I wince when he wipes the blood off my face with his T-shirt. He still has a man-tank on. How many layers does he put on?
"I…I d-didn't know the r-roads were icy." Blood is pooling out of my mouth. I feel like I'm dying. Am I dying?
"Hey, no, no, no. It's not your fault. Stay with me. Your name? What's your name?" His voice is panicked. There's shouting and sirens closing in now.
"A-Alex." He nods. A woman runs up to me and kneels. She's saying something. What is she saying? Sam answers her. Then he runs off. A man runs past me with a gurney. Another man runs to me with a gurney. They're talking to each other. Something about internal.
"Okay, Alex. We're moving you guys to the helicopter. Stay with us. Keep your eyes open." Her voice is stern. But it sounds caring. So I do, I keep my eyes open and count the stars. But I only see two, wait I'm not looking at the sky. I'm looking at the woods. Why are there stars in the woods? Are stars yellow? Somebody puts something thick around my neck. And my leg. I sob.
I'm carried to the gurney. Four people helping lift me, two on each side. I yell out, my voice cracking.
"The other woman is bad. Barely a pulse." Oh, god. I'm moving now, people are running over me. I'm getting closer to the big fan. I'm lifted into the big fan. Another woman is on a gurney is in here. Blonde hair. Pretty face. Sam is sitting next to her, holding her hand. He doesn't look at me.
-000-
On November 2, 1983, the Winchester household was changed. On November 2, 1983, John Winchester ran into Sam's nursery and saw something he never wanted to see. A stranger standing over Sam's nursery. When Mary ran in, she saw her husband pinned to the ceiling. She handed Sam to Dean. Dean carried Sam out the door, Mary failed to get John off the ceiling. She ran out just in time to get the boys away from the exploding house.
After that day, they moved. Mary picked up her old hunting habits and started to train the boys little by little. She tried to protect them both but somehow they always ended up in danger. But at least they know how to protect themselves. Dean was eager to hunt, Sam was eager too…just not as much. They had their fights, but they always ended up making up and hugging each other. They only moved four times. Once because someone accused Mary of abusing her babies, twice because of a hunt gone wrong, and the last time because of Sam.
He was bullied on by the jocks at school. So bad that Dean found Sam in the bathroom, a bottle of pills empty laid on the ground next to him. Mary could never forget his screams. Not in a million years.
Sam was okay after that. He found what he wanted to do after they jocks didn't get in any trouble. He wanted justice. He wanted to be a lawyer. So Dean picked up extra shifts at Singer Salvage, owned by the best hunter couple in the states. Ellen and Bobby Singer. Mary rented a small house two miles away from Bobby and started her job at the police station as a police officer. They only spent money on necessitates so they could save the rest for Sam to get into college.
It proved to be unnecessary. Sam got a full ride scholarship into Stanford. Mary and Dean were so proud of Sam. They celebrated, with grape juice and pie of course, and when Sam went to bed, Mary and Dean both looked at each other with glistening eyes. Sam will have a life. He made his own life on his own. They couldn't be happier.
Sam went to college and Dean stayed at the shop, fixing cars. Mary stayed helping fight the supernatural monsters and human monsters. They got into a routine. Wake up, go to work, check up on each other on their breaks, get off work, call Sam, go to Bobby's for dinner and to watch the football game, look for new hunts, go back home, plan to do the hunt, go to bed. Then the next day would be to finish the hunt, then restart the routine.
One day Sam called saying he's in love. Dean helped Jess move into Sam's house. Sam and Jess would come down for holidays, the Winchesters would celebrate at the Singers. They were a happy family, full of hunters. Then came Sam's third year of college, Lisa Braden called Dean.
Mary and Dean's routine changed. Wake up, take care of baby Ben, go to work, Bobby, Jo, and Ellen would watch the baby when Dean was working, then Mary and Dean would stay at Bobby's for dinner, each night the Winchesters stayed at the Singers household later and later until they eventually slept there. Then moved in.
Dean and Sam had two mothers and one father. Ellen and Mary. Bobby was their father figure. Jo became their little sister. Ben had three grandparents, one uncle and two aunts. Jess and Jo.
Ben was one. Sam's fourth year of college. It was the beginning of the winter break.
"Mom!" Dean yells from inside his room, chanting Ben's diaper. Mary sighs.
"What?" Dean pulls Ben's pants back up and jumps up from the floor, walking into the hallway.
"Have you heard from Sam? He should've been here by now." Mary shakes her head.
"No, he texted me earlier and said his phone was dying. I'm sure he's just going slow because of the slick roads."
"Oh, god." Ellen mutters. Jo sobs. Bobby pales and drops the plate of leftovers he was carrying. Mary and Dean sprint downstairs, ready to fight a shape shifter or whatever dare mess with them. Dean's knees go weak and he collapses onto the ground when he sees the TV.
Mary turns the volume up.
"Again, I repeat that highway 16 is shut down. There has been a two person car crash. It looks like one car took a turn too fast and slammed right into the other car. All passengers in the cars have been air lifted to Rapid City regional hospital, but the cars can't be moved until tomorrow when the weather passes. Stay safe and look out for ice on the roads."
That's Sam's car. Sam was in a car accident.
"How long does it take to get there from here?" Dean asks, his voice almost hysterical.
"Four and a half hours." And with that, the house is empty of human life within the minute.
-000-
"Sam." I slur. I stare dizzily at the moving surrounding of a hospital. Hurried footsteps. A hand in mine.
"Yes, Alex?" His voice is unsure, wavering. Jess was rushed into surgery before they even got Sam and I out of the helicopter. We both know. There was too much blood.
"I'm so sorry." Sam's face falls. He pats me hand once more before he gets escorted into his own room and I'm getting prepped for surgery. I learned in the helicopter that I have internal bleeding. I might die. And no one would be left behind to miss me. So I made my goodbyes to Sam. And I hope he can forgive me.