Very first SPN fanfiction! Tell me how I did, okay? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Supernatural.
A woman, by the name of Mary Winchester, walked into a dark room, holding a small boy- Dean, who was 4 years old.
"Come on, let's say goodnight to your sister," She told him.
Mary turns on the lights: it's the nursery of a baby, Sam, who is lying in her crib and looking over at Mary and Dean. Mary sets Dean down. Dean leans over the side of the crib and kisses Sam on the forehead.
"Night, Sam," he told her. She giggled loudly and reached out for him.
Mary leaned over Sam's crib, as well, pushing the 6 month old's hair from her forehead, pressing her lips to Sam's forehead.
"Good night, love," She said, a smile on her face. Sam gave Mary and Dean a toothless smile, as her chubby hands grabbed out for them.
"Hey, Dean," a voice said from the doorway of the nursery. Dean turned around to see his father- John. He ran into the man's arms.
"Daddy!"
"Hey, buddy," John said, picking Dean up. "So, what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to be rough and tough yet?"
Dean laughed, shaking his head.
"No, Daddy," he said.
John laughed. "No."
Mary begins to walk out of Sam's nursery, passing John and Dean on the way. "You got him?"
"I got him," John nodded, hugging Dean closer.
"Sweet dreams, Sam."
John carries Dean out of the room, turning off the light. Sam watches them go, babbling nonsense, before trying to turn herself over.
In Mary and John's room, Mary lay fast asleep. The baby monitor light flickers and starts emitting strange noises. This wakes Mary up.
"John?" she mumbled, turning to see she was alone in bed. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and went to go to Sam's nursery.
She sees John standing over Sam's crib, though she only sees his silhouette.
"John? Is she hungry?" She asked.
John turned around, pressing a finger to his lips. "Shhh."
Mary shrugged. "All right." And she walked out of Sam's nursery. She walks the hallway, to see the light by the stairs is flickering. She taps it, and it stops flickering. She eyes it for a moment before noticing another flickering light downstairs. She goes down the stairs to see a movie on, John asleep. Her eyes widen and she darts back upstairs to Sam's nursery.
"Sammy! Sammy!"
She enters Sam's nursery and stops short.
John hears a scream and is startled awake.
"Mary?" He mumbled. He scrambles out of the chair he had fallen asleep in, and dashed upstairs. "Mary!"
John bursts into the closed door of the nursery.
"Mary."
It was silent; everything looked perfectly normal. Sam is still laying in her crib, reaching upwards for something. John walks over, leaning down over her.
"Hey, Sammy. You okay?" He asks, like she can answer. But something drops next to her. He reached to see what it was, when two more drops fall on his hand. It's blood. He looks up to the ceiling, and falls backwards. Mary was pinned to the ceiling, her white nightgown soaked with blood. She was barely breathing.
"Mary! No!" He screams. Suddenly a fire erupted, enveloping Mary and the whole ceiling. Sam starts wailing. John, jumping into action, gets up and takes the screaming Sam out into the hallway. Dean, who had waken up, was standing there.
"Daddy!" He said.
John nearly throws Sam into Dean's arms.
"Take your sister outside and run outside as fast as you can and don't look back!" He ordered. "Now, Dean, go!"
Dean nods quickly, before turning around and running. John turns back to the nursery.
"Mary!"
The room is nothing but flames, Mary no longer being seen.
"No!"
Dean runs outside, holding a fussing Sam.
"It's okay, Sammy," he told her, hoping to calm her down. Dean turns to look up at Sam's window, which is lit with gold.
John runs outside, picking both Dean and Sam up, and carries them both away. Just at that moment, fire explodes out of Sam's nursery window.
The firefighters and police came by soon enough, followed by neighbors. John, Dean and Sam sat on the back of John's Impala, staring at the burning house.
22 years later, October 31, 2005.
"I still think you're bit pathetic," Jesse Moore said to the brunette, laying in his arms on the couch. The TV was playing A Nightmare on Elm Street, with a bowl of candy laying not too far away. "We should be out, at a Halloween party or something."
The girl laying in his arms was none other than Samantha Mary Winchester, who was 22-years old. She looked up at Jesse. "You know how I feel about Halloween."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Jesse rolled his eyes. "You aren't normal and have this grudge against Halloween. I guess just spending time with you is okay, too."
Sam rolled her eyes, playfully. "Don't sound so excited."
He laughed and wrapped his arms tighter around her. She pressed herself closer to him. She honestly loved this. Being able to just be close to Jesse, without having to worry about anything else.
"This movie isn't scary at all," Jesse scoffed, shoving a snickers in his mouth. "Why did you pick it?"
"Just to waste time," Sam smirked against his chest. "Did it work?"
"Nice one, Sammy, nice one," He said. She stopped smirking when she heard the nickname. It brought back memories- memories which she didn't want to remember. She wanted to shove them so far to the back of her mind, that she would think they were vivid dreams.
"Sam?" Jesse questioned, looking down at her. "You okay? You went silent."
"Oh, yeah, sorry," She blinked. "I was just thinking."
"If you're thinking about your LSAT score again, I'm going to hurt you," He said, sternly, but had a playful tone.
Not wanting to tell him what was actually on her mind, she went along with it, sighing, "I can't help it. I did good, I know, but what if I screw up somehow?"
"Come on, Sam, you aren't," Jesse assured her. "You have a full-ride. You aren't going to screw up, okay? I believe in you."
Sam felt an indescribable amount of pride at those words. She's never heard them. Never from her father- ever. Sure, she's heard it from Dean, but only after hunts. She wasn't proud of what her family did; never was. But this, college, and the words that just left Jesse's mouth, was what she'd always wanted. Her smile was nearly blinding as she leaned up and kissed Jesse. It took him a moment, but he eventually kissed back. When they pulled back, he looked down at her, a quizzical look on his face.
"What was that for?" He asked.
Sam couldn't stop smiling. "What would I do without you?"
"Crash and burn," he winked. She laughed, and they both continued to watch the movie.
Sam couldn't sleep. It was one of those thoughts were she just thought and thought and ended up getting no sleep. Sometimes, she thought about her future, after Stanford; would she and Jesse settle down? Get married? Have 2.5 kids? But she also thought about her family. The truth was; she missed them. It was her own choice to leave, and she didn't regret it. If it meant proving a point to her father, she was happy. But sometimes she wished that Dean would've come, too. She missed him a lot. He had been there her whole life, and now it felt foreign without him. But he agreed with dad; hunting was the family business and you don't turn your back on family. She did exactly that, however. And though she fiercely believes that it was the right thing, leaving Dean and Dad, sometimes she thinks about what would've happen if she had stayed.
While thinking, she thought she heard footsteps. She started listening intently. Yeah, those were definitely footsteps. She threw her long legs over the side of the bed, careful not to wake Jesse. She tried to tiptoe, so her usually loud footsteps wouldn't provoke the stranger, also hoping that she wouldn't be clumsy at this moment. Blindly grabbing a baseball bat, in the dark, she waited for the intruder to come to her.
Not a moment later, the intruder came into the room Sam was standing position in, and Sam attacked. She swung the bat, aiming for the stomach, but got the intruder's shoulder. The intruder spun around and pushed the bat out of her hands. Okay. She was good in hand-to-hand combat, too. She swung at the intruder, getting a nice solid punch in. But the intruder retaliated, twisting her arm. She stuck her leg out, intending to kick the intruder down, but forget they still had her arm. So, they both fell to the floor with a clash. Sam went to gain the upper hand, but the intruder straddled her and pinned her arms down. She thrashed in an effort to get free.
"That's no way to treat family, Sammy," the intruder spoke. In the dark, Sam could see the childish smirk on the intruder's face. She narrowed her eyes before speaking.
"Dean?"
"Hey," he responded. She let out a noise of anger.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She hissed. Dean laughed.
"That's 'cause you're out of practice," he said. Sam grabbed his arms and pulled, making him besides her. She twisted his arms behind his back.
"You were saying?" She said, puffing, out of breath. He turned his head to look at her, a impressed look on his face.
"I stand corrected," he grunted. "Get off of me."
Sam let go of him and stood up, holding out a hand to help him up. Dean took it, and hauled himself up. When he looked back to his sister, she had a stony expression on her child-like face.
"Now, care to explain what the hell you're here for?" She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest, one of her eyebrows shooting up under her bangs.
"Oh, come on, like you didn't miss this face?" Dean laughed, pointing to his face. Sam was not amused in the slightest. Her expression hardened.
"I'm waiting," She said, nearly glowering. Dean stopped laughing, and his shoulders slumped. He sighed.
"We gotta talk," He said.
"That's why we have phones," She said, as though she was talking to a child.
"If I'd'a called, would you have answered?" He said, knowingly. Sam pursed her lips. They both knew the answer, though they didn't say it.
"Sam?"
Both Sam and Dean turned their heads to the direction of the voice. The light turned on. It was Jesse, who looked confused and slightly worried.
"Jesse, hey. Dean, this is my boyfriend, Jesse," Sam spoke, walking to Jesse and wrapping an arm around his waist. Her tone signaled to Dean to behave himself.
"Dean? As in your brother?" Jesse said, still staring at Dean. Sam nodded. Jesse grinned. "Hey, nice to meet you, man."
Dean didn't take Jesse's hand. "So...when did this happen?"
"Uh, you mean me and Sam?" Jesse said. "Uh, well, we've been together for a year and half..."
Dean looked over to his sister, then back to Jesse, a scowl on his face. "Oh. But never once did she mention you to me. At all."
"Dean," the young woman said, dangerously. "You said we had to talk? I'm listening."
Dean gave Jesse one last glare, before his attention solely on Sam. "Alone."
"Anything you need to say can be said to both of us," Sam said, pointedly, standing to her full height of 6'4.
Dean ducked his head for a moment, before looking up again. "Okay. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I'm not seeing your point."
"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."
Sam stands there for a moment, processing this. Jesse glances at her.
"Jesse, excuse us, we have to go outside."
YOOOOO. Fem!Sam stories have been done, but I wanted to write one, so wah-lah! Hope you like it so far! And, sorry, yes, this one was short. My apologies!