So, technically, I'm on hiatus for Nanowrimo, but it turns out I'm way too ADHD to just write one thing at a time so… Well, anyways, I kind of want to give some background on the story, but feel free to skip it and go right to the story. I won't be offended.
I, like I'm sure many of you, have had "The Road So Far" stuck in my head since Tuesday. Earlier, I was singing it and instead of saying "They burned my mother and they cursed my brother" I said "They burned my mother and they took my brother." I don't know where the words came from, but it got me thinking. What if Azazael had taken Sam? From that mistake this story sprung forth, however, in this story it's not Sam Azazael kidnapped. Why? Because if I did that then this wouldn't be Supernatural. Sam and Dean are who they are because they grew up together on the road with John. If I took Sam out of the equation Dean would never have had that paternal responsibility and would have been very, very different. As for a Sam raised by Azazael…
Anyway, enough chat. I messed up some lyrics, and came up with a story I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
Sam
When I was 6 months old, a yellow-eyed demon came into my room, killed my mother, and kidnapped my twin sister, Millie. Before that moment my father didn't believe in demons, but after what he saw how could he not? My dad set out to find the thing that killed our mom and stole his daughter. Along the way, he took away my brother and my free will as he trained us to track and kill the things that go bump in the night. It came easy to my brother, Dean, but for me every day of my childhood was Hell.
So I got out. I've always been smart, and despite never staying in one place long, I had great grades. Add on a killer essay about my messed up childhood (minus the monsters of course) and I got into Stanford. Of course I went, even though it meant being disowned, and I never regretted the decision… or I didn't until the day I came back from a party to find Dean drinking my beer.
"Sammy!" he cried upon seeing me. Jess, my girlfriend, game me a concerned look; no one called me Sammy. (Or maybe she was just scared because there was a stranger in our apartment. Either one would make sense.) "Sammy, I would have dressed up if I knew there would be girls here."
I rolled my eyes; four years and Dean still hadn't changed a bit. "Jess, this is my brother, Dean. Dean, this is my girlfriend Jess."
Dean let out a loud whistle, "Wow how did my brother score someone so far out of his league? It's nice to meet you, Jess, but if you don't mind I have to steal my brother for a moment."
No way. The only reason Dean would be here was if there was something wrong, and I didn't want to hear whatever he was going to say. "Whatever you have to say you can say in front of Jess."
Dean snorted as if he knew that wasn't the case. Still, he humored me, "Okay then. Dad thinks he's found Millie."
Suddenly it seemed as if even our breathing was silent. Millie, my twin, who was stolen by a demon, was dead. Why could dad not accept that? "I thought you said your twin was dead," Jess whispered from behind me. I turned, feeling pale as the ghosts I used to hunt.
"She is," I repeated not for her sake but Deans. "She was kidnapped 22 years by a known murder. There is no way she's still alive." No demon would take a baby and not eat it after. That's just not their way.
Still, Dean refused to believe it. (Probably because my father refused to believe it.) "They never found a body," he reminded me. "And no one can read the mind of a monster."
I turned over my shoulder to see Jess's reaction to the words, but she was just nodding. Funny how people who don't know always assume monster just means cruel. Jess didn't know what was really out there, and I didn't want her too. "Why are you here Dean?"
Dean seemed surprised that I didn't know, probably because I did know. Of course Dean wanted me to come with them to 'rescue Millie'. He wanted us to be a real family reunited, but that was never going to happen. And not just because Millie was dead. We would never be a picturesque family because our father was a bastard who never wanted to see me again.
"Please come," Dean pleaded. "We could use your help checking out the lead."
I should have just sent Jess away in the first place. "Why don't you just tell the police? They should be the ones checking it out, not you."
Dean laughed, which probably insulted Jess, but I understood it. If, by some miracle, this was Millie and the yellow-eyes demon, the police would be easily slaughtered . Hell, if this was yellow eyes then we would be easily slaughtered. "Jess is right. It's not my place to go check this out."
"Fine," Dean told me tossing the bottle in the trash. "I'll tell Dad you wouldn't come to save your own twin. It's good to know you won't be lecturing us on the meaning of family anymore because clearly you've changed your views on it. So much for family doesn't abandon each other."
Dean stormed out of the apartment and I felt Jess's hand on my shoulder. "You're making the right choice. You can afford to chase after one of your dad's pointless leads, not with the interview Monday."
She was trying to be helpful, but her words backfired. I wanted to live my life more than anything, but was I really going to risk my family's lives to go to a law school interview?
Just go for the weekend, make sure they're okay, and you'll be back in time for the interview. They'll be alive and you can keep your life on track.
Yes, yes that was a good plan. "I have to go with him," I told Jess with a kiss. "Just to talk my dad off the edge and then I'll be back in time for the interview. I love you."
"I love you too," Jess told me with another kiss as I raced off behind my brother, just as I'd been doing my whole life.