A/N: Couldn't resist writing a SPN/Twilight crossover - no flames please! This is predominantly a SPN fic, with various elements and characters from the Twilight world. All standard disclaimers apply.
"Carlisle. We have to get to Lawrence, Kansas. We have to save that boy!" Alice is sitting on the couch, head in her hands, shaking. "The vision I just had… I don't understand it, but he's going to be important. To our family… to the fate of this world."
*****
Sam runs madly through the woods behind his childhood home in a desperate attempt to get to the clearing before it's too late. But it's already too late… Isn't it, Sammy? His inner voice has been taunting him ever since he's had that vision of the dark haired man killing his parents. No - the dark haired hunter, murdering his parents.
No, the vision must've been wrong, off somehow! His parents had done nothing wrong, killed no one. Why would the hunter be hunting them? Sam pushes his legs harder, and doesn't realise he has reached his destination until he trips over a stray log and stumbles into the clearing. He watches in mute horror as the hunter recites the last line of an exorcism ritual, and his parents stream out in a cloud of black smoke, circling in the devil's trap before finally disappearing into the ground with a flash of flames.
"You BASTARD! What the fuck did you just do!" Sam runs and tackles the hunter from behind, crashing them both heavily into the grass. The hunter brings a knee up and throws Sam off and onto the ground, getting him into a headlock before he has time to think.
"Christo," growls the hunter, brown eyes flashing. He is older than Sam by at least twenty years, and no way Sam is going to get his ass handed to him by an old man.
"Guess again, asshole." Sam pulls a knife from the sheath around his ankle, and stabs the hunter in the thigh. "That's for murdering my parents," Sam growls. He shoves the hunter backwards and raises his knife again.
The hunter's eyes widen with pity. "Your parents? They were possessed by demons, son. I'm sorry, but your parents have probably been dead since the first day they were possessed." He gestures a bloody hand at the two bodies still lying within the devil's trap.
"No. They aren't my parents," Sam emphasises, dismissing the bodies on the ground. "You just sent my parents back to hell!" Sam takes a step forward, only to feel a heavy weight tackling him from the side. Sam's head smashes against a rock as he falls to the ground, and a myriad of images flicker in his brain before the world goes black– a knife buried in his side; a priest standing over him; the hunter's expression of horror.
*****
"…I really don't know if this was the right thing to do, Alice. He could very well wake up to hate us for taking away his life."
"Carlisle, you have got to stop this! It was the right thing to do, I know it – I saw it! And you and I were both there when we found him. His parents were dead, and he would have bled to death himself had we not saved him."
Sam slowly drifts into awareness, with what feels like his entire body on fire. He figures he must finally be in Hell, but wonders when demons started taking on the voices of angels. The two voices above his head are making the most beautiful sounds, although he can't seem to make out what they're saying. He tries to open his eyes, but finds it to be too much effort. In fact, he realises he can't seem to move at all, and starts panicking.
"Nghh.." The sound that comes out of his throat is raw, and doesn't sound like him at all.
"Carlisle! I think he's awake!"
"But that's impossible, the venom has only been in his system for two hours. He should still be completely unconscious."
Sam feels icy fingers peeling back his eyelids, and sees the blurry outline of a pale face peering at him.
"I don't believe this, he's conscious! "
Sam's back arches involuntarily as a wave of excruciating pain rips through him. He blacks out again to what sounds like a million glasses shattering around him.