A/N My first fic! Constructive criticism is appreciated but no flames please! Please review, even its only a few words it helps make me a better writer so each succeeding chapter can get better :) Warning, this story veers drastically from the proper supernatural storyline and I'll be fiddling with the timeline and order of antagonists on the show! At the same time, please give it a chance!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Supernatural. If I did, Dean never would have killed Amy! (truth be told, I liked Dean better than Sam before I saw the episode where Sam did that :( ). I also don't own the Chicken Soup franchise. None of this is for profit, just for some practice writing!
This is the edited version of chapter one (which I posted a while ago). Reread this chapter before reading the next one!
Chapter 1: Escape
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You're different. I'm different. Let's be different together.
You're alone. I'm alone. We can be alone together.
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"Be yourself."
That is what any normal older sibling would have said to their younger brother when asked for advice in the way of women.
Unfortunately, the Winchesters were anything but normal.
So, when a 12-year-old Sam asked a 16-year-old Dean about how to talk to girls, he really should have expected the nature of Dean's answer.
"Be me."
"What kind of advice is that?" Sam exclaimed annoyed, quickly lowering his voice, so has to not disrupt the other students in the library. Or get kicked out, for that matter.
"The kind that other people would be grateful for" Dean said pointedly.
Sam sighed and responded in a hushed whisper, "Oh come on Dean, how does that help? I don't know how to be like you."
"Simple: be charming, smooth, confident-"
"Arrogant" Sam muttered under his breath. Nonetheless, Dean heard and laughed.
"Yeah wit's good too, the ladies love that. Huh, yeah Dad I know. Sorry Sammy I gotta get going." Before hanging up, he quickly added "Dad says thanks for the info and sends his best".
No he doesn't. Sam thought bitterly. Really, Sam shouldn't let the closeness between Dean and his dad bother him. He really shouldn't, but he did. He just couldn't understand what it was about himself that made his dad act so wary around him.
Sam wasn't the only one who noticed.
Dean and Uncle Bobby saw the way his father acted, but skirted around the issue and avoided it like the plague. They were Winchesters, and Winchesters didn't have heart to hearts. Besides, Sam had a feeling that crying to Dean and Uncle Bobby was the exact thing that his dad expected him to do. He would always see the youngest as weak and hesitant. Sadly, Sam knew that in the eyes of his dad, that's all he would ever be.
Always.
Not that it matters. Soon, I'll be old enough to leave. Just six more years, then Dad has all the time in the world to spend with Dean.
He scoffed at his own thoughts. Sam knew that no matter how much he fantasized, no matter how far away he travelled in his mind, he would always be stuck. He would always be trapped in this way of life, his life. Normalcy would forever remain an elusive figure in the distance, always there but never within reach.
While skimming through the bookshelves, his stray thoughts were halted when his brown eyes were met with green eyes. Quickly blushing, he grabbed the nearest book and looked down to the floor. He absentmindedly noted that the carpet was a lurid orangy-red colour.
When he gathered enough courage to look back up, the green eyes were gone.
Taking the book back to his table, Sam tried skimming over the page only to realize a few moments later that he had read the first line six times. And he still had no idea what the words he had read actually were. His nerves were still racing from the previous meeting and his blush was too stubborn to go away.
He still hadn't come up with a way that he could approach the green-eyed girl he had already encountered twice today. It wasn't until he was ready to put the book back that he realized he had chosen Chicken Soup for the Teenage Girl's Soul.
Sam rolled his eyes and felt grateful that nobody had seemed to notice his strange choice. The last thing he needed was another reason for the guys in his class to bug him; being the new kid brought him enough attention as it was.
After returning the book to its proper place, unlike the brilliant specimen who put it in the town's history book section, Sam returned to pondering about more pressing matters. First and foremost, he thought more on how to approach the girl that had caught his attention the second she walked into the library and stopped by his favourite book, Great Expectations. Sam had always found a strange camaraderie with the fictional character of Pip: the boy who aspired to be more than the life to which he was born. He pondered on how exactly to "be like Dean" for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and walking over to the girl.
The entire way to her desk, he repeated his newly formed mantra over and over in his head.
Be charming. Be smooth. Be confident. Be like Dean. Be charming. Be smooth. Be confident. Be like Dean. Okay Sam, you can do it. Talk!
"Um I just wanted to…"
Of course, the second she turned her head to look at him, any ounce of self confidence quickly vanished. Not wanting to be alone, it took along with it any form of coherent thought.
"…y-you kn-know s-say hi-"
"No. Go away." She stopped him abruptly, wielding her cold tone with bitter swiftness.
So this is what rejection felt like. To be honest, Sam was hurt. Even strangers had the same wariness regarding him as dad did. Maybe dad was right to feel the way he-
"It's just that, I'm not supposed to talk to boys."
She smiled apologetically and Sam felt a little better. Nonetheless, he was still incredibly embarrassed and awkward, and walked away before he could do any more damage to his self-esteem.
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"Ready to play doctor?"
The girl with green eyes, Amy, brought him out of his reverie. He was still nervous about the fact that she was this close to him.
"So, you gonna tell me?"
"What?"
She looked at him disbelievingly before replying.
"How you kicked the crap out of the guys, I mean…" she paused before continuing, "well you're kind of…"
She stopped again, but Sam finished her thoughts with a small smile.
"Wiry?"
She closed her eyes briefly and looked a bit guilty, "Exactly." Nonetheless, she persisted. "So?"
Sam had been in situations where he had to explain the reason behind his fighting skills before. Thus, without any hesitation at all, he picked from his arsenal of fabrications and settled on "I just watch a lot of Bruce Lee movies."
She bit her lip and nodded her head. It was obvious to Sam that she didn't buy it, but figured that it wasn't her place to pry into his life. Sam realized instantly how relieving it was to have a person like that around: someone who didn't make you say or do anything you didn't feel comfortable saying or doing.
"You thirsty?" she asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his blatant lie.
"Sure."
"So you live around here?" she inquired.
At the sound of the fridge closing, Sam realized that it was nice change to have normal small talk with a normal person.
And so the conversation flowed. They talked about music, their parents, and Sam finally thought he had found someone to call a friend. Well, that is, until the spell was broken.
"Sam, you are a freak…"
And just when he thought he had finally found someone to confide in, his worst fear returned. She hated him too. He was different, he always would be. Normal would always escape him.
"…but so is, I don't know, Jimmy Hendrix and so is Picasso."
He smiled in relief and wonder. He had never thought about it like that before.
"And so am I. All the coolest people are freaks."
Just then, he realized, that maybe normal wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Of course, the more-than-normal kiss that soon followed probably had something to do with that.
"I think you feel alone Sam...I think I do too." She looked away before continuing, her voice a little meeker, "Maybe we can be alone together?"
Sam considered her request. He had never had a friend before, and the idea of having one as kind as her was very appealing. Someone who made him feel like he didn't deserve to be alone.
"I'd like that" he smiled and brought his hand out in front of him for her to shake. With a small smirk he asked, "Friends?"
She laughed as she joined her hand with his. "Friends."
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"Come with me."
Watery green pools were begging him. "You don't have to be alone, we can be freaks together Sam." Her voice was pleading with him to see reason, to not leave her.
He was a hunter. She was a monster. He was a Winchester. She was a Kitsune. He was supposed to kill her. He was supposed to like doing it.
But she had talked with him. She had made him feel, for once, that it was okay to be him. That he wasn't a freak or someone to avoid.
She was his friend.
He realized quickly that just like there was no way he could kill her, there was no way that he could leave her to fend for herself.
He owed her.
Besides, he knew the world outside. And out there, things much worse things than hormonal teenage boys could hurt the girl with green eyes.
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His bag was packed. So was hers.
They had just left Bobby's, and were ready to take the next bus out.
Contrary to Dean's daily taunts, Sam wasn't stupid. He knew that Bobby and Dad could easily track the fake credit cards the family usually used. Luckily, he had also fantasized about escaping on more than one occasion.
It was because of his obsession with the thought of one day leaving, that he knew that a quarter of the money in Bobby's vault in the back of the cellar was enough to last him three months at the Buckener Inn three cities south (the closest Inn that was sketchy enough to take in minors without question). So, taking half the money in the vault, Sam again glanced at the girl he was escaping with.
He realized that he wasn't sorry. He wasn't sorry to be leaving the place where a future he didn't want was already laid out for him.
Besides, being reckless and not caring was exactly the type of thing Dean would do. And last he checked, his brother had advised the younger Winchester to be more like him.
So, Dean would applaud him.
Dad wouldn't care.
Bobby would calm down once Sam called him and told him he was safe.
He wouldn't have to tell any of them that he wasn't alone, or that he was helping Amy. No he would just tell them that he was moving on. Dean could take care of the family business.
Sam wanted something different.
"You okay?" She asked while staring right into his eyes from her seat next to him. It was obvious she was searching for any emotion resembling regret, sadness, or anger.
He looked at his friend for a second before smiling and replying. "Actually, I don't think I've ever been better."
She smiled in return after acknowledging the truth behind his answer. She turned her gaze from Sam and relaxed into her bus seat. Yawning quite loudly, she then closed her eyes and made a show of using his arm as a pillow.
When he inquired as to the capability of his so called "wiry" arms to function as a suitable pillow, she responded by lightly hitting him in the stomach and reminded him that he was supposed to be the gentleman.
"And here I thought that you liked that I was different" he quipped.
She smirked and he felt more than saw her roll her eyes at his attempt at humor.
They'd be okay.
He'd make sure of it.
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A dark shadow slithered into the chamber and whispered to the being in the center of the room.
"He hasss left the father'sss protection."
The being responded casually, "I am aware."
"He left with the Kitsssune girl."
The being smiled wickedly then looked towards the messenger. His foul grin grew, "I do believe that little Sammy has sealed his fate."
The messenger nodded and slid out of the room again, to return to watching the vessel. He would not return to the room for another six years.
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I have the next chapter done, but I'll only post it if I get 3 reviews ! Here's the preview, so you all know I'm telling the truth ;)
Chapter 2: Hunger
..."What are you going to tell Dad and Dean?"
"Nothing, because this is the last time you're calling Sam."...
...So, she had decided to die. Kill herself. But she would not do it in front of her friend. She would not force Sam to watch as his only friend killed herself to save him...
Uh oh, what's going on with Amy? THREE REVIEWS, that's all I need to post up the second chap so you can find out :)
