Starting Over

This is the start to a long semi-AU that I have come up with due to listening to too many songs, and reading way too many fanfics! I'm sorry if this isn't as smooth flowing as I hope it to be, it has been a while since I have written anything that isn't a college essay…

I hope you enjoy!

INFO: This is set at the end of season 10, just as the darkness floods over the Impala. Instead of following the story of season 11, Sam and Dean are transported to a different world where it looks like they have been flung into the future with added faces. A future without hunting, but with just as much, if not more, pain…and all as just a Punishment.

A tidal wave of darkness floods the world around them as Dean and Sam are trapped helplessly inside of the Impala. Sam nervously glances around as Dean grips the steering wheel while trying to force the engine to start.

A figure stands at the hood of the impala. A tall feminine figure with glowing white eyes, a shadow of boney wings and hair as silver as the rims of the broken down car smiles evilly at them.

"Thank you for setting me free, the name is Zolxeir" The woman remarks with a two-tonal voice. "I've been stuck inside that sickle by that man since time began!"

Dean glared at the woman and laid on his horn. "Back off bitch!"

The woman's smile only broadened with the older brother's words, "You still have to be punished, killing death is unforgivable. Even if daddy did keep me locked away…"

The figure placed both of her palms onto the hood of the impala, her glowing eyes fading to show silvery orbs with slit pupils. She looked over to Sam and then back to Dean.

"Dean, start the car…" Sam whispered as he kept his eyes locked onto the spawn of death and darkness.

"What the fuck do you think I've been trying to do, Sammy!?"

"You have both been through so much, committing so many sins. Opening hell, closing hell, murdering, manipulating, the trials, freeing me…I can keep going…But I should also thank you…I'll give you a gift as your punishment." Zolxeir leaned down further onto the hood so that she was nearly eye level with the boys, "I will give you a gift that will cause you to question everything about yourselves. You will be forced to face so many things more, and make so many decisions. Your punishment will be justified by anyone that looks upon it. You sin as if it is oxygen to breath! You spill more blood than even an ocean can handle. But you also have sacrificed so much. I will return, and only then will I allow you to speak about your unjust lives here, and the lives there."

The woman leaned off the car, turned and vanished. The tidal wave began to rotate and soon became a spiral around the car. The impala was tossed from side to side as the winds blew harder and harder.

Sam looked over to Dean in time for their eyes to lock, fear clear on both of their faces. The darkness then snuck its way through the air vents and attacked both of the Winchesters.

A whisper is heard before darkness takes over both of the brother's minds, "You will each get your own punishments…."

A warm feeling was surrounding his skin as Sam slowly opened his eyes, only to be blinded by a bright sun and clear sky. He sat up slowly and glanced around. He didn't recognize where he was or what was happening. He was sitting in a beautiful field of golden grain, something straight out of a movie.

The sky was clear and the air was filled with all kinds of bird songs and natural sounds.

Sam stood and glanced around. He was alone in the center of this field. All he could see was a small farm house with a collection of old cars around it in the distances.

"Sammy boy!? Where are you?" a voice shouted from the direction of the house, "Time for dinner kiddo!"

Sam smiled and shook off the odd feelings his weird dream gave him and he started to jog over to the house.

Once he was closer he met eye to eye with an older man, Bobby. "Hey dad! What's to eat?"

"I don't know; your step-mom won't let me in the kitchen!"

Sam's smile turned into a grin, "Jodi being mean again?"

The older man just huffed as he followed Sam into the house and to the dining room.

Jodi, dressed in a knee high sundress, drops one last bowl onto the filled table as the two males made their way in. "awe, Sam! You have weeds all over your clothes!"

Sam looks down with a blush as he realizes he is, indeed, covered in grass and dirt. He nods at Jodi and runs to a nearby bathroom to freshen up.

Bobby smiles at Jodi as she rushes into the kitchen and comes out with a cake in had with 22 candles on top. Quickly Bobby lights them all and turns around just to see Sam returning.

"Happy birthday to you!"

Sam smiles, his face turning red.

"Happy birthday to you!"

Bobby and Jodi can't hide their joy as their son walks over to them.

"Happy birthday dear Sammy, happy birthday to you!"

Sam's eyes begin to water as he blows out his candles, making the same wish as every year since he was 16 years old. To meet the 'Jodi to his Bobby' as he likes to say.

"Thanks you two, I love you both!" Same hugs his family tight.

"We love you too Sammy!"

"Another bad grade!?" a shrieking voice echoed through a rundown house with a messy yard and junk impala parked outside. "You are fucking worthless!"

-SMACK-

The sound of flesh hitting flesh is hard and loud. A loud thud follows as a lean body crashes to the ground in front of a lean, cruel faced, blond haired woman.

"Mom, please…" the body on the ground whispers as the young man, 18, looks up to his mother with tears in his eyes. "Please…"

"I hate you! Don't you dare call me mom! You aren't worth that!" the woman kicked the young man in the shoulder as he goes to block his face, "You call me Mary, Dean!"

Dean nods from under arms, he tries his hardest to bite back tears as his mother continues to kick at him. This was a normal night in his life. His father was dead, he died in a work fire when Dean was 8. Since that day his mother became abusive, she hated the sight of Dean because he looked just like his father. Especially his eyes. She wished she could just claw his eyes out so she'd never be reminded of the man she lost.

After around 20 minutes of kicking and hitting Mary stormed out of the house and drove off in the rundown impala.

Dean just stayed curled on the ground for a while before he weakly pulled himself off the dirty floor. He wobbled his way to the hall bathroom and locked himself in. He pulled off his clothes and sat in the tub with his knees draw up to his chest.

Hot water starts to pour out of the shower head, soaking the sobbing ball on the shower floor. The broken little ball.

I hope you all liked the first chapter.

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