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That voice. It couldn't be.
She turned.
The Marine.
Her brain tried to compute the man before her. The same uncompromising blue-gray eyes, but more distant. The same fit body, but more space filling. The same rugged features, but more bearded.
Bearded!
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The first thing you are aware of is the deep silence surrounding you. It's the typical uncomfortable kind of silence, the one that you either fill with white noise or senseless words, just to see the tension leave the other person's body when you start chatting again, or as you do, break ice by kissing a woman, heading towards the bed. Either way, silence sucks. It leaves you alone with all those thoughts that keep your eyes open in the middle lf the night, trying to find the most wanted freedom through a single man tear.
You can't even hear the sound of footsteps to let you know where you are, specially when you have not opened your eyes yet. Your head and body hurt like hell, while you try moving your hands, shaping one of them into a fist. For your surprise, they're tied up, in a very professional way if you are honest to yourself.
Trying to remember things does not make the mess that is your mind clear. In fact, it's about the opposite. Everything is just a big blurry cloud of confusion and desperation. You try to get your hands free silently before you open your eyes, in case that the person that kidnapped you, or whoever you affected for you to end up like this, is around. The chains that hold you are warm to the touch, but you can't pay enough attention to that. You got to escape ASAP.
"-know it. We cannot be sure that he's gone until Dean wakes up" says a very familiar voice, probably from a few feet away. Some people may not be able to hear that, but you are. After hunting for more than twenty years, your body is trained to be alert to the most insignificant sound or movement.
Your mind loses the ability to focus on that conversation as your eyelids separate. The light is a blinding, almost painful…
Where the hell are you? What happened? Suddenly, a bell rings into your head. It's a simple word, a name that you've said all your life.
SAMMY.
Your brother, Sam. You don't know if he's okay. Maybe you're having those endless nightmares that feel real, and he's safe and sound, yet, you still worry about him. Bad things happen whenever you two are separated.
"'S'm" you say in low voice, trying so hard to remember the last time you saw him. Little flashbacks start to appear inside your head.
Sam's attacked by vampires
Sam's dead, but Lucifer brings him back to life.
Lucifer…
The Archangel Michael…
Before you know it, everything snaps, and you remember all of it. You said yes to Michael, to save Sam from Lucifer's hands, also saving the world from another apocalypse. Michael lied, and he took the control of your body. He did things, bad things.
"Dean?" you hear that voice again. This time, you can put a tag on it. It' Cass' voice.
When your eyes adjust to the light, you see your angel friend with several bruises on his face, even blood on his knuckles and fingertips. Something bad is happening, and you're sure that it is related to you, or to your brother. After all these years, all you've done is cause pain and death all over the world.
"Sam" You repeat, this time more clear and focused on finding out what on earth has happened to your loved ones.
"Sam- He's gone to his room, but he'll be back soon… How are you feeling?" asks the angel. He's truly concerned, giving you that intense look that causes you anxiety. You've been there before. When the mark turned you into a demon, they cured you and you woke up to find Sam and Cass looking at you like you were a wild animal that needed to be restrained. What the hell have you done this time?
"Wha' happened?" you ask, clearly not ready to hear the answer. You look down, already feeling shame and guilt in your guts.
Cass takes a minute, probably to think how to say that you screwed up everything, by letting Michael wear you to the prom.
"It's complicated… Sam and I are going to take care of you. You should rest" says Castiel, trying to sound normal
Before you can even reply, he places two fingers on your forehead, and you are out of the count.
"I told you I wanted to be left alone, Samuel. I thought you were the smart one, yet you disappointed me with this desperate actions to get your brother back… You can't hide forever, and without Lucifer possessing you, we both know who's gonna win this war…"
"Dee-you can fight this... I know you're in there! Please, take control before it's too late! Dean!
Dean, stop!DeanDeanDeanDeanDeanDeanDeanDeanDean!
DEAN!
You wake up, sweaty and gasping. You saw Sam running away from you. Michael was chasing him, wearing your body, covered in blood. Sam was badly hurt, and when he fell, the Archangel pinned him to the wall and started beating him. One eye was swollen, blood was coming out of his mouth with each spoken word. He begged for you to take control, but you were not at home to listen to him.
When you are calmed enough to breathe properly, you realize that you're not tied up anymore. You're in Sam's bed. You're home, in Kansas. The light's off and the darkness murmurs the truth of the event that has happened. Your body still hurts like hell, and your knees can't support the weight of your body when you try to walk on your own. Falling on your knees is not the funniest thing that's happened so far, however, it could be worse. Sam could be dead, Cass could be hurt too.
When you finally stand up, you hold onto the furniture of your brother's room. A few items fall to the ground, but you can't care a less. You gotta find Sam, now.
TBC…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! Sorry for not updating my stories in a while. I have been really busy with college, plus a little bit depressed. I could not sit and write a chapter because I had no inspiration.
Today, after watching a video of Sam's beard (S14), I had to write this! If you want me to continue this fic,please let me a review! Btw, who's excited to see S14?! Let me know what you think about this first chapter! Love ya ?