Story: To The Forgotten and The Future

Author: Hey all! Happy New Year! (Even if its not so good, cause I know that its not so happy for me either, so I hope a new SN story will make you feel all better!)

Warnings: Wincest! Yep, I love it too. Angst, and...well, its an M story, so expect naughty and evil things!

R&R as well, cause i really like feedback and to hear what you think of how I protray charaters and such. I don't like to get too OC on you, so tell me what you think. Oh, and give me title ideas after you read a few chapters, cause I'm not sure about this one... ENJOY!

Prologue: The First One

Is there really a moment, a day in your life that drives you forward to choose your future? John Winchester would most likely have had to say 'yes', because anyone who knew him knew that he was only known as one of the best, if not the best, hunters around because of the death of his wife.

Sam Winchester, his youngest, would not have agreed. Until he turned fifteen. But even then, huddling in his bed trying to banish vivid and taunting memories from the previous night, it would not have been wholly true. The events of one horrid night were maybe the catalyst to his sudden obsessive desire to get the hell away from here, but it certainly was not the first or last, or even most prominent. He would tell himself that it was the most deciding factor in his choice to leave hunter land, but even he knew he was lying…

Two months after he turned fifteen, Sam settled into a motel in Casper (damned fucked up name was not even remotely funny considering his life) Wyoming. There, after two weeks of attending Roosevelt High School, he started dating Mark, another sophomore in his class. He was taller than Sam (hard to believe now) and had spiked black hair and grey eyes.

They had a lot of fun together. Kissing, hanging out, laughing; Sam had never felt so at ease with someone he had only so recently met. It had been great seeing each other in class (the first time that Sam had ever passed notes to anyone) and after school at a small pizzeria and the park. Leaving randomly in the dead of night hung in the back of Sam's mind, but he had warned Mark about his 'temporary' situation. Still didn't make him feel like any less of an ass. Or hate his lifestyle any less.

But it was a good time in his life, and he knew that he would never forget Mark, who was his first boyfriend. His happiness was cut shorter than he expected, though, on the Friday night two weeks before Easter break.

Mark's mom had agreed to take them to the movies and they planned to see a new comedy that Sam would never remember the name of. It had been as awesome as any other time that Sam had hung out with Mark, but Mark had seemed distracted. After the flick was over, they shared a few kisses and Mark suggested they walk back to his house and Sam complied. They reached his home ten minutes later, and Sam saw that the driveway was empty. Mark said that his mom was probably on a 'date' with his dad, and Sam thought it wasn't so late that he had to leave yet, only about eight thirty.

Once they got inside the house, though…

Mark started acting strange. It wasn't noticeable at first, they had been making out, but he was rougher than usual. Sam knew something was really wrong when Mark pinned him to the bed.

"Mark?" he had questioned warily. He tried to pull his wrists free, but the raven's grip was stronger than he thought.

"Mark's not home at the moment," Mark smiled, and his grey eyes went obsidian. Sam inhaled sharply.

"What are you?" he asked the thing, "What did you do to Mark?"

"Nothing, Mark's just fine," the thing chuckled, "And if you don't know what I am, why should I give out free info?"

Sam glared, struggling harder, "What the hell do you want?"

It smiled widely, holding Sam down as if he were a feather, "To live without consequence," He got into Sam's face, whispering the next part, "But you can't always get what you want, can you?" He leaned in and licked at Sam's neck.

"What kind of answer is that?" Sam spat.

"Oh, you meant what do I want from you. You really should be more specific," It nipped the same skin it had licked.

"You," It paused to look into Sam's eyes, "I'm going to fuck."

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Sam came back to himself as he knocked on the door to their motel room. His legs felt a little wobbly, so he straightened himself as much as he could before Dean came and opened the door. Dean had an easy smirk on his face, a naughty question in his eyes that made Sam want to crawl into a hole and die. Repetitively.

He must have seen the nausea in Sam's face, and he immediately asked, "What's wrong?" as Sam brushed past him and into the room.

His dad was there, surprisingly enough. Seeing him sitting at the dining table (if you could call it that) with his journal and some other books open for speculation, triggered Sam's innate curiosity. Sam could ignore his growing painful emotions; his friend was obviously in trouble and needed help more than he did.

He sat at the chair diagonal from his father, hands grasping the wooden sides before saying, "Dad?"

"Hm?" John didn't look up from his books.

"Um…what kind of, uh, creature has black eyes and looks human?" Sam asked, getting straight to the point.

That got John's attention. His head snapped up and he looked Sam right in the eye, seeing something that he dreaded there. "Have you seen something like this?"

"Yeah," Sam breathed out, trying to control his voice, "I…I think that it possessed my friend,"

"Are you sure about the eyes?" John asked seriously.

"Yes." Sam said, just as gravely.

"Alright." John took a steadying breath. "Dean, get ready for a hunt. Sam, you tell me where your friend lives and you will stay put. DO NOT answer the door or phone unless you know it's me calling. Keep the salt lines up and stay awake while we're gone." John saw Sam nod and he grabbed his gun and journal before sliding on his boots and hopped into the Impala. Dean jumped in not three seconds afterward and asked,

"What are we hunting?" worriedly, seeing how shook up Sam and his father were.

"It's a demon." John said, pulling out of the lot.

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Dean and John had taken down their first demon ever that night, and were none the wiser to what had happened while Sam had been alone with the thing. Apparently the demon thought it was funnier to continuously taunt John about his wife and Dean about anything it could.

Sam had done his best to stuff the bad memory into a Fort Knox type box in his head, never to open it again. His mental health suffered slightly from all the repressing, but as long as Dean never figured it out, it was worth any extra pain. He didn't want pity, but he especially didn't want to see the disgust that might have been there, in those green eyes, had Dean known. A big part of Sam's heart told him that Dean would never have been disgusted with him, no matter what, but the small voice in his head told him otherwise, and he didn't want to find out. Ever.

A few weeks later, and he was back to being the moody teenager that Dean loved and taunted.

Three years later, and Sam left for Stanford. No explanations given.

Four years after he turned eighteen is when the life a hunter finally caught up with Sam Winchester again, and destiny was set on tearing his ass a new one.

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