Where No Man has Gone Before
A/N: John did not sell his soul, so he's still alive and kicking. Because I mean, who doesn't love Papa Winchester J. Oh, and just so not to make it completely out of context, this is wincest. Sorry if you hate me, but it's not as graphic as it could be. Oh, and John doesn't have a problem with it.
Chapter 1-Transport
"Duck!" Dean yelled out. Sam dived underneath a table as John and Dean shot at the creature. After finding their dad, they set out on hunts together, barely avoiding a near miss with a semi. Now they were hunting together again, and Sam had been right in the live of fire as the creature lunged forward.
"Sam!" John yelled out as Sam hit an unsteady leg of the table and it came crashing down. Dean's eyes widened in shock as he heard Sam groan after the table collapsed. He shot the silver bullets at the creature, a werewolf, before rushing off to Sam. He couldn't find his brother under all the debris.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled out. He began digging around in the debris, trying to find his brother. John was helping him. They could see the debris piled where Sam was. And this was a pretty heavy table, made entirely out of oak. "Sammy, answer me please." Dean begged. He wasn't going to lose Sam because of some little accident that could have been avoided if Sam didn't think that he had to protect big brother from the monsters.
"Don't worry Dean." John said. "Sam's gonna be okay." That when there was a blue light appearing from underneath the boards. Sam weakly called out to Dean as his body was being taken from the world. He didn't know what was going on, but soon he passed out and didn't remember anything else.
The wood debris where Sam had been collapsed. John and Dean looked at each other before frantically digging through the pile. They found nothing. Dean began to panic. Him and Sam had had a fight before they went on the hunt, and Dean hadn't even told Sam he loved him. Sam had said it before running off to go hunt down the werewolf, but Dean hadn't said it back. It was a stupid argument at that. It was about the music in the Impala. Sam had just simply asked that they listen to something else besides classic rock all the time, but Dean had blown up and said that there was no way they were ever going to jam out to that emo crap Sam listened to. Now, Dean wished he could take it all back.
"Dean." John said. Dean looked over at his dad. "I've been talking to you for about a awhile now. Were you even listening to me?"
"We had a fight." Dean said. "I yelled at him. He told me he loved me before we headed out, but I…I didn't tell him that. I ignored him, totally brushed him off…and now he's gone." Dean started to cry. John touched his sons shoulder, trying to give him comfort the best way he knew. He wished that he had all the answers. He wished that he knew exactly where Sam was, but he didn't. His son was missing and he didn't even know where to look. That totally put him in the running for father of the year, right?
"We're gonna find him Dean." John said. He patted Dean's shoulder. "I swear to you we will."
"Where do you think he went Dad?" Dean asked. John looked around the room, looking for any sign of the blue light of Sam's disappearance.
"I don't know." John said. "But we're gonna find out." Little did they know, it was going to be a long adventure.
My muses were at work again. Go figure. Anyway, who thinks that I should continue this story? I could really use some input. Please and thank you!