All right, I finally got around to posting the sequel to "Closing Doors." As of right now, it's only about halfway done, I think, so look forward to a few slow updates (what with school and trying to finish the story). So, now that that's out of the way, let's get on with this, huh?

Title: Breaking Down Doors

Summary: Sequel to "Closing Doors." Sam's getting used to his life on the road with Dean, finishing up some old hunts and getting to know his brother. But when a familiar face from a certain incident in 1989 returns with an offer that Sam can't refuse, everything changes. How much is a normal life worth if it means that Dean's worst fear comes true?

Discalimer: I don't own Supernatural. It belongs to the CW now, I think.


Breaking Down Doors

Richardson, Texas

June 10, 1992

"Why can't we just salt and burn the bones like we did in the asylum?" nine-year-old Sam Winchester asked as he walked the perimeter of the creaky old house's kitchen, spreading a thin trail of gasoline behind him.

"Because it's not a ghost," his father answered.

"Then what is it?"

"It's kind of a thought-form," Dean Swanson answered, tossing his gas can into the far corner of the room and taking a look around the Hell House, "it just hasn't been created yet."

"But it will, right?"

"Right, thanks to the power of the internet. I swear, if it weren't for iTunes and Google there'd be nothing worthwhile on the web."

"Really?" his oldest son asked, walking out of one of the adjoining rooms, "are you sure there's nothing else?"

The man smirked, taking a box of matches out of his pocket and backing toward the door. "Well," he conceded, "there may be something, but I can't mention it in front of your brother."

The boy nodded. "Thought so. Come on, Sammy, let's get out of this Hell Hole."

"It's Hell House," their father corrected, striking a match as soon as his sons were out the door, "and watch the language, Dean."

The match fell to the floor, igniting the thin lines of gasoline and effectively burning the house as the broken family watched. One less problem to worry about in the future, one less ghost to bust.

Richardson, Texas

16 Years later

Sam Winchester tried to roll over, but it was kind of hard to change positions in a car. Instead of fighting the wakefulness that washed over him, the young man grudgingly opened his eyes and gazed at the passing scenery as some country artist twanged about how every mile was a memory. For Sam, that was pretty much the truth.

"Another memory, Kyle?" Dean asked from the driver's seat, barely glancing over at his younger brother.

Sammy blinked, scowling at his brother. "You realize you're the only person who watches that show, right?" That show, 'Kyle XY,' being about a young man with amnesia who'd suddenly began recovering memories in a manner very similar to Sam's.

"ABC Family disagrees with you, Sammy," Dean smirked, "no other reason to bring it back for a couple more seasons, unless they're like that CW network and just can't win with anything."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, still half-asleep.

"You mean to tell me you haven't been following the breaking CW story? Even Superman's ratings are taking a nose-dive, and I'm really starting to feel for those poor Gilmores. Not to mention the pair of monster hunters who got hit by that semi."

Sam straightened in his seat. Times had changed, literally, and he hadn't exactly been up on all of the newest TV programs. Apparently, though, Dean was. The elder caught his brother's sudden rigid stance and began laughing.

"Relax, Sammy, they haven't made a show about you and dad. How boring would that be?"

Sam sighed, leaning back in the seat. Yeah, times certainly had changed. And it was all his fault. If he hadn't wanted so badly to get that normal life, if he hadn't pressured his then-brother to go after their possessed father….

But that was behind them, way behind them. All the way back in 1989, when the brother Sam had known had decided to stay behind and finally grant his deepest wish, giving him a normal existence. But it had all come at a terrible price. He'd lost his wife, his daughter, his sister-in-law, and his niece and nephew before finally killing the demon that had ripped his family apart.

He glanced nonchalantly at his brother, who was silently singing along with the radio, tapping his thumbs on the wheel. He was only sitting in the old Impala, speeding towards who knew what ghost in who knew what town, because of the older man. His brother had changed drastically over the years, and that had been Sam's fault, too.

However, sometimes change can be a good thing, and, slowly, Sam was settling into his new life with his new brother. More and more memories bubbled to the surface each day, and the hunter was starting to believe it when people told him he'd had a good life. As far as he could tell, his recollection of childhood was almost complete.

And he had Dean, who had helped fill in a few blanks from time to time. Dean, who was busy trying to grow his hair out again. Dean, who liked country music and earned a large chunk of money every time he could find a decent karaoke contest that would have him. Dean, who was finally showing his true colors.

"So," the driver began as the song on the radio ended, "tell me again about this ghost."

"It's really not a ghost," Sam explained, "it's a tulpa. A thought-form. I found it while surfing the web the other night, right where it was last time I went up against it. Someone must have snuck in and decided to prank a few of their friends. Probably the same guy as before."

Dean nodded, remembering the famous 1992 road trip that had taken the family through Richardson and to the Hell House. "So we're dealing with Mordecai?"

"Yeah. He's back, thanks to a few thrill-seeking high schoolers and our net-savvy friends."

"We burnt the house down, though. How can the legend still exist if there isn't a house?"

Sam shook his head. "We didn't burn the cellar."

"Oh, the cellar, of course," Dean gushed sarcastically, "how could we have been so stupid as to overlook the cellar?"

Sam laughed. "It should be pretty easy, though, compared to the shifter and the vampires, that is. Just find a way to destroy the cellar."

"Sounds easy, but is it ever?"


Well, that's chapter one. What do you think? Anxious for more? You know that reviews keep me writing!