Hey everyone. I got this idea from the movie Reign Over Me, that is currently out in theaters. If you are planning to see the movie and not want to know what happens, don't read this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary- Sam's entire family is murdered during the September 11th attacks. His estranged brother, Dean, comes back into his life and helps him reclaim the life he once had.
I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH THE FILM, REIGN OVER ME.
Living so close to Nyc and dealing with the devastating effects of 9/11, this story is dedicated to those who lost someone on 9/11 or simply to those who lost someone very important in their live.
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The sound of dozens of cars sitting in traffic on a busy New York City street filled Dean Winchester's ears. He looked down at the clock in the Impala and it mocked him with the current time. He was running late, very late to having dinner with his family.
A lot has happen in the past fourteen years, and Dean couldn't help but mull over it in his mind. It had been that long since he had seen his brother, Sam. His younger brother had big dreams of college and a normal life; one that John and Dean couldn't see. Hunting was their only priority, and everything else took a back burner. Even though he had not spoken to his brother in numerous years, he made it a point to make sure he was doing well, mostly by having other hunters tail him for a while.
Sam went to Stafford, became a lawyer, married a girl he met their, Jessica Moore, and the two moved to New York City. They had three little girls; Haley, Hannah, and Harley, and seemed to be doing quite well for themselves.
About eight years after Sam left, John and Dean finally killed the demon that plagued his family for so long. His father continued the hunt, but Dean wanted something more, effectively running his relationship with his father. He tore a page from Sam's book, went to law school and married his long time girlfriend.
Dean his wife, Isabel, and his daughter, Annie and his son, Finn, moved to the city in 2005 and had acclimated nicely.
Dean owned his own office where numerous lawyers work out of and was very successful. He always asked around to see if anyone had heard from Sam Winchester, his brother.
Finally, he met a man who knew his brother but gave him the devastating news.
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"I knew a Sam Winchester, he was a great lawyer," he said sadly.
"What do you mean, knew and he was a great lawyer? He's not…?" Dean asked his heart in his throat, his palms sweaty; had he not known his brother had long been deceased?
"No…he's alive…if you can call it that," the man replied.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked heatedly.
"His wife and kids…they died in September 11th. They were on the plane…from Boston," the man said, clearly devastated.
Dean felt as if he was punched, and could hardly take in a breath. How could this have happened to his little brother? He lost everything…
"He lost it; quit his job and lives all alone in his apartment, where he lived with his family. He…he's not the same person."
"Do…do you know where I can find him?"
"I'm sorry. I don't know…Sam was always very protective of all his girls, and he never gave out his address. He was so protective of them…and he couldn't protect them from that…"
Dean had searched and searched, but it was as if Sam had disappeared from the radar. You can't find people who want to be missing.
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So here Dean was two years later, sitting in traffic, thinking of his brother as he often did. His cell phone chimed next to him, and he answered it.
"Hey baby."
"Dean, when are you gonna be home?" Isabel asked in a sweet but irritated voice.
"As soon as traffic clears. I'm sorry baby."
"I know, it's not you're fault. The kids have just been rough-housing this afternoon and it's got me frazzled. I'll see you soon?"
"I'll talk to them when I get home. I'll be home soon. Love you."
"Love you too," Dean said, putting the phone down.
As he looked up again, he saw a familiar figure walk out of a paint store with two cans of paint in his arms. His hair was longer, crazy and curly. He was wearing blue jeans and a black, long over coat with a big scarf, and a brown messenger bag. He had huge ear phones over his ears and seemed to be mumbling something under his breath. His appearance was strangely familiar to Dean…he knew him from somewhere-
"Sammy," he whispered. Dean threw open his door and jumped out.
"Sammy! Sam!" He yelled, but the man just kept walking. "Sam, wait, please!" Dean said, trying to get closer to his brother, but traffic began to move and Sam was lost in the crowd of people.
"Dammit!" Dean yelled, getting back into his car and driving the rest of the way home.
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