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Sam's eyes shot open and he gasped aloud as if he had been holding his breath. He was laying down on his back and his breathing was heavy as he stared above him at the clear, sunny sky in confusion.
Sam shakily propped himself up on his elbows as he took in his surroundings. His eyes widened when he instantly recognized the area as someplace he had been to many times before. Piles and piles of cars were stacked all around Sam, each vehical looking damaged in some way.
Sam pulled himself up into a standing position as he turned around in circles. The dirt beneath his feet flew into the air as he spun frantically, until Sam stopped when he saw a sign.
Singer's Salvage Yard.
"What the hell?" Sam whispered to himself as he took in his surroundings.
He was at Bobby Singer's Salvage Yard.
How did he get here? Where was Dean?
"Dean?" Sam called out in a quiet voice that echoed around him. "Dean!" He yelled louder this time, beginning to panic. He began running throughout the rows and rows of endless cars, searching for the only person that would calm him down and make everything right. "Hello? Dean? Dean!" Sam screamed as tears of confusion and desperation filled his eyes.
He stopped running after minutes of frantically looking for his brother. Sam placed his hands on his knees and focused on controlling his breathing.
Sam was alone.
Completely alone.
He couldnt remember anything that had happened to him prior of waking up now. He didnt even know how he had gotten to the Salvage Yard in the first place. He didnt know where his brother was. He didnt know where anyone was.
Even though he seemed to have ran for 10 minutes straight, it was like he was in a maze of never ending rows of cars.
Suddenly, Sam heard a noise behind a stack of cars. He held his breath while he stealthily crept towards the sound. Sam peeked his head around the side of the pile of cars, and felt his mouth drop open.
There, in front of Sam's very eyes, was himself. Well, not really himself, but a younger version of himself. He looked no older than 4 years old, with a mop of curly, brown hair falling into his eyes as he sat crosslegged on the ground. Younger Sam studied the ground as he picked up handfuls of dirt and threw it around, giggling to himself
"Sammy!" A new voice called out. Little Sam threw his head up and looked in the direction of the older Sam as someone else arrived. Older Sam turned around and gasped, when a little boy came into view. He knew exactly who this was. The freckles...short, cropped hair...intense green eyes...this was Dean. But not his Dean...it was an 8 year old version of Dean.
"Deanie!" The 4 year old Sam shrieked cheerfully as Dean approached him quickly, rushing right past older Sam as though he wasnt even there.
"Sammy, how many times have I told you to not go off on your own." Dean chatised as his panic subsided from not being able to find his brother. "You scared me buddy."
"M' sorry Dean." Sammy mumbled guiltily, looking up at Dean through tearful, puppy dog eyes. Dean exhaled heavily and knelt down besides Sam, gently wiping away one of the tears that rained down his baby brother's face.
"It's okay kiddo. Just dont do that to me again, okay?" Dean said, as little Sammy nodded his head quickly. Dean shot his little brother a huge smile before ruffling his hair affectionately.
"M' bored." Sammy huffed, sticking out his lower lip in a pout.
"I know bud, but Dad and Uncle Bobby have some stuff they need to take care of inside, so we gotta stay out here for a little bit." Dean explained softly, plopping down next to his brother on the ground.
"But how much longer are they gonna take?" Sammy whined, kicking his feet up and down impatiently.
"I'm not sure Sam." Dean sighed, closing his eyes and hanging his head back, letting the warmth of the sun shine down on him.
Sammy watched Dean curiously before stretching his small legs out in front of him and hanging his head back as well, mimicking Dean's position. Sam peeked an eye open to make sure he was still doing the same thing as his big brother before giggling gleefully.
Dean peeked an eye open of his own and looked at his brother as Sammy quickly shut his open eye, trying to keep the dimpled smile off his face, but failing to do so. Dean smirked before reaching over and tickling Sam's stomach. Sam squealed and doubled over, laughing ecstatically as he curled inwardly.
"D-Deanie!" Sammy yelled between laughs as he attempted to push away his brothers hands. Dean laughed as well, loving the sound of his brother's giggles as he continued to tickle him. Sammy quickly pulled himself onto his knees and pounced on Dean, knocking him backwards onto the dirt covered ground.
Dust flew up as Dean landed on his back with a thud while Sammy rolled of his big brothers chest and fell by his side. The two brothers laid on the dirty ground and laughed together, just enjoying the moment.
"Dean..." Sammy said quietly after a moment.
"Yeah Sammy?" Dean asked, shutting his eyes and crossing his hands behind his head.
"When are we gonna get a home?" Sammy questioned in a small voice. Dean opened his eyes and tilted his head down so he could look at his brother, who was staring up at him with his curious, hazel eyes. Dean sighed and was silent for a moment as he tried to think of a plausible response, one that his baby brother would understand.
Older Sam watched the exchange between the younger version of himself and Dean, with silent tears filling his eyes. He figured the young boys couldnt see him, even though he stood feet away from them.
"Look Sammy, with Dad's job...its too hard to stay at one place for a long time." Dean explained in a soft voice as he propped himself up on his elbows. Sammy pulled himself up so he sat crosslegged.
"But we stay with the 'pala all the time..." Sammy argued, struggling to say the word Impala. Suddenly, a thought hit Dean and a smile lit up his face.
"Hey! I got an idea." Dean exclaimed with a grin as he got up and grabbed Sammy's hand, bringing him to his feet as well.
"Where are we goin' Deanie?" Sammy exclaimed in excitement as Dean gently pulled him down a row of cars.
Older Sam watched in shock, stumbling over his own feet as he followed his younger self and brother. He remembered this moment...
Sure enough, just as older Sam remembered, the Impala came into view. This was a treasured memory of Sam's and he couldnt believe he was watching it with his own eyes...
The young boys ran to their car as Dean swung open the backdoor and motioned for Sammy to go inside. Sammy crawled into the back with the help of Dean, as the older brother followed. 16 year old Sam slowly walked towards the Impala as young Dean pulled out two small stakes from the front seat.
"Okay, here. Take this, but be careful Sammy." Dean cautioned as Sammy grabbed the stake and crawled by his side. "Do what I do, okay?" He continued as Sam nodded in understandment. Dean pressed the tip of the stake into the side of the car door, and began to carve into it. He licked his lips as he moved the stake up and down, peeling the leather from the door. Sam watched intently as Dean paused what he was doing. "Okay, now do what I did, but make an S instead of making a D like me."
"M'kay." Sam nodded as he began to carve into the door, next to Dean as he finished his own carving. After a few minutes, both brothers completed their work as they moved aside to admire it.
"There." Dean said, wiping his hand across the D.W. and S.W. that was now carved into the Impala. "See? This is our home. Our names are on it." Dean finished proudly with a smile. Sam furrowed his eyebrows for a minute before they rose high and a smile broke out across face.
"We got a home!" Sammy exclaimed excitedly as he threw his tiny arms around Dean's neck. Dean laughed softly as he manuvered himself onto the backseat as Sammy crawled by his side, nuzzling his head into Dean's side.
"And we have eachother, right little man?" Dean said as he wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulders. Sam nodded and sighed contently as he melted into his brother's embrace. "You and me against the world Sammy."
Older Sam watched as a tear ran down his face.
Suddenly, everything around him began to blur. The Impala slowly began to disappear, the two young boys along with it. Everything turned pitch black, and Sam found himself in a world of darkness.
Sam began to breath heavy as panic set in. He couldnt see anything except black and he was frozen with fear.
He needed Dean and he needed him now.
"Hey Sammy." A voice purred through the air, making Sam jump.
"H-H-Hello? W-Whose there?" Sam called out, his voice breaking slighty.
"Dont be afraid. I'm not here to hurt you." The voice continued, before it barked a laugh.
"W-Who are you?" Sam questioned, trying to keep himself together. Suddenly, he heard a click, and like a light switch, the darkness disappeared and Sam found himself in the middle of a random patch of woods.
"Behind you." The voice sounded, as Sam spun around to face the mystery person. "Ah, Sam. Its so nice to see you finally. It's been a while."
Sam stared at the man in confusion. He had never seen this person before in his entire life. He seemed to be in his 50's with graying hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Who are you?" Sam asked again.
"Oh! I'm terribly sorry. I guess you dont remember me, but how could you? You were...what? 6 months old when I last saw you? Here, maybe this will help..." The man sighed, before bowing his head and closing his eyes. Sam watched the man cautiously as he lifted his head back up.
Yellow eyes bored into Sam's hazel ones.
Sam gasped and jumped back, staring in horror at no one other than the yellow eyed demon.
The one who had cause all of this. The one that killed his mother.
"You." Sam muttered in disgust. The man grinned and held his arms out.
"The one and only." He responded with a sneer.
"What the fuck do you want?" Sam growled in a low voice, instantly going on guard.
"I want nothing...except for you to be living again." The yellow eyed demon said, shrugging his shoulders as he folded his hands behind his back.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam hissed.
"You dont remember, do you?" The demon realized with wide eyes. "Here...let me jog your memory." The man lifted up his fingers and snapped once, as pain exploded throughout Sam's head, sending him to his knees.
Images flashed through Sam's mind, one after another as he gripped his head in agony.
Yelling.
Fighting.
Headlights.
SUV.
Pain.
Blackness.
Screaming.
Crying.
Guilt.
Lights.
Cold.
White.
Darkness.
Sobbing.
Dean.
Sam gasped as he was pulled back from his mind and fell onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily. He shakily stood up on his feet, as everything came rushing back to him.
"A-Am I...Dead?" Sam gasped as he remember pushing Dean out of the way of the speeding car and then being hit himself.
"Yup. Dead as a doornail." The yellow eyed demon said indifferently. "Poor Dean. He's just completely devestated." He added mockingly. Sam gritted his teeth together and clenched his fists tightly.
"What do you want then?"
"Like I said, I need you alive. I need you strong and healthy...and well...breathing." Yellow eyes continued lightly.
"And what could you possibly do to change that? I'm dead, remember." Sam spit out, the reality of the situation not setting in.
"Well, I wouldnt give up quite that fast. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve." The demon inquired, winking at Sam.
"What are you talking-"
"Dont worry about that. I'll take care of everything. And next time, would you try to be a little more cautious? I'm gonna need you later on, and with your luck, you wont make it to twenty two."
"What do you mean twenty two?" Sam asked fearfully.
"All in due time, my boy, all in due time." The demon taunted.
"I'm not your boy." Sam seethed, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh, but you are."
"What are-"
"You dont remember, but the deal was sealed all those years ago, and you are in fact mine." Yellow eyes filled in with a smirk.
"Go to hell."
"Nah, I'd rather not." The demon retorted before continuing. "I need you strong. I need you trained. And then, we will meet again."
"No, we wont you son of a bitch. We're gonna kill you." Sam hissed, referring to him and his family.
"Like I killed your mommy?" The demon taunted, smirking when Sam flinched involuntarily.
"I'm gonna rip you apart." Sam promised in a low voice.
"No, I dont think you will...but I commend your passion." Yellow eyes noted lightly. "Anyway, I'd love to stay and chat, but I best be going...places to go, people to see."
"Oh, I know exactly what you'll be seeing once me and my family's done with you...Hell and your filthy demonspawns." Sam growled.
"Thats cute. Oh, and by the way...you wont remember this little exchange between us." Yellow eyes cut in quickly, as he began to rapidly approach Sam. Sam couldnt move from where he stood as yellow eyes came face to face. "Try to not get yourself killed again. Its a real hassel...I'll be seeing you soon Sammy." He finished, placing a finger on Sam's forehead.
A blinding pain erupted in Sam's head as darkness consumed him once again.
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"S-Sammy..." Dean whispered brokenly as sobs forcefully racked his body. He ran a shaky hand through Sam's locks before placing his head on Sam's chest. He began to cry even harder when he couldnt hear Sam's steady heartbeat and was only greeted with darkened silence. "P-Please..." He begged, lifting his head up.
"Sir..." Gavin started, but stopped when he didnt know what to say. Dean acted like he hadnt even heard him.
"H-How can I live w-without you S-Sammy?"
Heartwrenching sobs cut the hunter off as he dropped his head back down on Sam's chest. He pulled Sam's unmoving and cold body up into a desperately tight embrace. He rocked his baby brother back and forth, begging for him to come back to him, to not leave him alone, although he knew that he would never see Sam's gentle, caring eyes or hear his voice again.
"God, Sammy…how am I gonna do this without you?" Dean cried with devestation. "Please dont leave me." He whispered, staring at Sam's colorless face.
The room went silent, all except for Dean's grieving sobs.
When suddenly, a new sound rang throughout the room.
A sound that made everyone standing in the room gasp aloud.
A sound that made Dean tear his gaze away from his brother's pale face.
A sound that instantly gave a shred of hope to the seemingly hopeless situation.
Beep.
"Sammy?" Dean gasped, focusing his tear stained face back to his baby brother's.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
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