Shadows Past

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys or other Supernatural characters(drat) and the other characters do belong to me.

Summary: As Sam faces hunters alone someone from his and Dean's past resurfaces but as he struggles to recover it's a question on where is his brother and can something be corrected that his Father ruined years earlier. Hurt/Sam, OC involved.

A/N: This will lead into a much larger solo story that explores the connections mentioned here. Sorry if this one drags. Second chapter should go up soon.

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"Leave him alone!" Lindsey was struggling in the grasp of the man who held her while his two pals attacked the man for past few weeks she'd known only as Keith.

"Doll, you'd do best to keep you mouth shut and out of what doesn't concern you."

A kick to his already battered and broken ribs caused Sam Winchester to gasp as he fought to get back to his feet. Not only for the ability to better defend himself but also to try to distract the three hunters away from Lindsey.

"Get…get away…from her." he gritted, grunting as a steel-toed boot slammed into his gut again and he nearly went down as hands grabbed him.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, you brought this on yourself." the one hunter chided as he reached for the heavy rope and a small vial of red liquid. "You're gonna hold still, be a good boy, drink your medicine and help up get rid of those damn demons and then maybe we won't hurt the girl or your big brother."

The threat to Lindsey was one thing but hearing them threaten Dean nearly froze Sam until he felt the rough hands force his mouth open to try to pour the vial into it. He knew what it was and knew that he was to fight harder but as pain shot through his body and Lindsey screamed again, Sam wasn't certain how until a flash of light exploded and the hunter with the vial shouted as he was shoved away.

The man holding Sam dropped him to help his friend when the sound of a weapon being cocked stopped him in mid-step while something that Sam still couldn't see took out Lindsey's captor.

"Hello, boys." a soft female voice with an accent that drew Sam's memory spoke and the sound of heels clicked on the barroom floor.

Spitting out the blood that had managed to go into his mouth and collapsing to the floor, Sam struggled to see past his own blood dripping into his eyes to see who'd just come to his rescue when he had long ago stopped believing anyone would.

Aside from the tall black haired man with flashing blue eyes that was keeping his one attacker pinned to the floor by just the light coming from his hand, the room also had a half dozen armed men but what drew his attention was the woman.

A good foot shorter than Sam himself, he fought to peg both the voice and the bright blue eyes that locked on his for a moment before slitting dangerously at the hunters.

"Just for the record and before I choose to let Kelly and the lads play target practice on your hides, let me fill you in on a tiny FYI. There are three things in this world that no one, hunters, demons, angels, etc, ever messes with and lives," the British accent stayed calm but the edge changed as she removed a silver knife from a hip sheath and went to kneel down next to Sam while counting on her fingers.

"1- A certain black 1967 Chevy Impala that I got tired of hearing its owner bitch every time something or someone would get near it. #2- Dean Winchester since the last son of a bitch that hurt, maimed or threatened him I made certain they never came out of the pine box and #3- Sammy. You do not touch, hurt, threaten or even bruise the boy that Dean and I spent a summer keepin' out of trouble unless you want to see what I can do."

Sam winced but he shot his eyes up, swallowing hard while pleased not to feel any loose teeth. "Morgan," he whispered, the accent finally hitting home as he listened to the three rules of Winchester protecting that he'd learned the summer he was twelve. That and there was only one other person besides his brother that he allowed to call him Sammy.

"Y'know, I had hoped you'd stop attracting attention like this when he hit that growth spurt," she spoke easily, slicing the ropes while easing him back to the floor to look at the younger Winchester.

Sam's face was bruised with a gash in his forehead but his eyes were still clear as he stared at the young woman he'd watched his sixteen year old brother make his own puppy dog eyes at years ago. "You real or is this another Lucifer trick?"

Morgan Harrison remembered the twelve year old boy she'd known and saw the same confusion in his eyes as she had then. "I'm real and you'll figure that out once I find your stupid brother and smack him upside his head for a few things."

"You're the only one Dean let smack him in the head besides Bobby," Sam murmured, seeing a young man talking to Lindsey while Morgan stood to try to get Sam on his feet. "He missed you…we both did."

Swallowing as he brought up too much of the past, Morgan whistled to a blond man to help her get Sam's 6'4" frame off the floor. "Wait until I start smacking you, Sammy and then see how you missed me and why would Lucifer be trying to trick you?"

Swaying on his feet, Sam weaved and felt his stomach lurch as the beating, the blood and the shock began catching up to him. "Dean's gone, he hates me so Lucifer knows there's nothing to keep me from saying no to him and now that the hunting community knows about me I'd rather be dead than think they'd hurt Dean."

Morgan looked up at him, cursing the fact that a boy that she'd once been able to pick up and carry was now a solid full foot taller than her. "Let's get you outta here so my medic can patch you up while I leave a nice message on your dimwitted brother's phone."

"Dean's better off…off without…" Sam had taken a step when he fell straight down and only the quick thinking of a mystic and a fast spell kept him from face planting on the floor.

"Yep, nice face-dive there, Sammy," she sighed, rolling her eyes and wondering just how far he and Dean had strayed if the oldest Winchester had allowed this happen and what would it take to get Dean to Oregon without a huge hassle or screaming match. 'Guess we'll find out,'

A second chapter will go up and this will lead into the larger piece I've been planning.