Chapter Six: Sam's still not ready
1 year later…
Sam undid his seatbelt and got out of the car. He reached in and pulled his bag from the backseat and slammed the door. Sam followed his brother up to the new house in North Carolina. They went up to the bedrooms that had a bed in each, so it would be their first time to sleep in their own beds and their own rooms, which Dean was nervous but also relieved about since his nine-year-old brother was starting to grown quite a lot and at thirteen, Dean wasn't overly comfortable about sharing a bed anymore. And the now-teenaged Dean was developing the need for a bit more of his own personal space, rather than always sharing every part of the house with Sam. Not that he was growing apart from Sam, as his brother feared he was, but he was just getting older.
They dumped their bags in their new rooms and went downstairs to help their dad unload his stuff, like the weapons and all the shopping.
Dean grabbed a shopping bag and passed it to Sam while he took a few heavier ones. John sat in the car, going through the glove compartment while his sons unloaded the car. Sam dropped the last shopping bag in the kitchen and even though there was more stuff to get, he went up to his room and started to unpack.
Dean watched his brother go upstairs and then went back to the car. He figured that Sam was starting to get very annoyed with all the moving around and was a bit concerned with sleeping on his own for the first time since they'd lost their mother.
John and Dean finished up and locked the car.
'I'm thinking of arranging another hunting trip for the three of us, it's time we did it again don't you think?' John asked and noticed Dean's sceptical look, which wasn't about himself but about Sam. 'I know last time didn't go too well, but Sam's older now, you're both a lot older' John pat Dean back as the boys went inside.
Sam stayed in his room for the rest of the afternoon and only came down once he started to get hungry. John didn't have to work tonight so Dean was more relaxed and went to bed early. Sam however stayed in front of the TV for hours until John got sick of trying to get some sleep with it blaring so he sent Sam to bed. Sam dragged himself upstairs and pushed open the door to Dean's room.
'Sam?' Dean muttered as he saw his little brother watching him from the doorway. 'Everything okay?'
Sam shrugged and watched as Dean got up sleepishly.
'Come on' Dean sighed and helped his brother find his pyjamas, then he got the shower going and waited outside while his brother was in there for ages.
'Sammy!' Dean banged on the door yelling, almost giving his father a heart attack downstairs. 'Time's up!' Dean pushed the door open and turned off the shower as Sam was already out and grabbing his towel.
'You know, I'm gonna have to teach you to do some more stuff yourself' Dean yawned, chucking Sam's clothes at him.
He put his brother to bed as usual and wasn't sure what to do as he normally slept beside him.
'Read me a story' Sam pleaded.
'Sam…' Dean complained with a yawn.
'Please?' Sam pulled his puppy eyes at Dean.
'Fine' Dean sighed and found the box of books. 'Which one?'
'Read me the one about the lost boy' Sam said.
'Why do you like this one so much?' Dean asked as he searched for it.
'Because the boy finds a new mum in the end and they live happily ever after' Sam smiled as his eyes closed a bit.
Dean nodded and knew that Sam had never actually stayed awake long enough to reach that part, but he read it anyway.
Dean closed the book after a few pages, as Sam was fast asleep. He put the book down and went back to his own bed where he was asleep before he hit the pillows.
Sam slept for a few hours until at about 1 in the morning, he was woken by a sound coming from his closet. Sam naturally looked beside him but remembered that Dean didn't sleep with him anymore so he sat up quickly and stared at the closet. There was another sound and he could have sworn that the door had opened a bit. The wind from the window blew coldly on Sam's face and a few seconds later the closet door flung open and Sam's screams echoed throughout the house and surrounding areas.
Dean was by his brother's side in an instant and John came running in with his shotgun.
'What is it Sammy?' John asked loudly and Sam pointing shakingly to the closet…even though the door was firmly closed.
'T-There's something in t-there d-daddy!' Sam gasped.
John checked the closet high and low, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary…well Sam hadn't even packed anything into it yet.
John went back over to Sam and handed him a .45.
Sam looked at it and gasped at his father. After a few minutes, John headed back to bed and Dean continued the story…Sam was still awake by the end.
'Get some s-s' Dean yawned in mid sentence. 'Sleep' he finished and ruffled Sam's hair before going back to his room but he left Sam's door open this time.
Sam closed his eyes but sleep would just not come. He lifted the blankets and peeped at his closet. Ever since Sam had found out the truth about the supernatural, he had an increasing fear of the dark, but tonight it was at it's worst. Sam got up and quickly rushed to shut his door and turn the light on bright. He jumped back into bed and hid under the covers in case something had seen him. After a few minutes, he peeped at the closet again and held the gun his father had given him tightly.
"Clunk…clunk" came the sound again and Sam ducked back below the covers fearfully.
'Okay Sammy' he muttered in a soft squeak. 'What would Dean do?' Sam sat up and pointed the gun towards the now-open closet door. He got out of bed but stayed furtherest away from the closet as possible.
Step by step he crept towards the closet which was now emitting a faint glow and cocked the gun. A hand then reached towards him and Sam dropped the gun. He ran screaming down the hall and down the stairs, right to his father's room for the first time he hadn't gone to Deans. Sam didn't know why but since Dean was right next door then he feared the thing would get Dean too.
'Daddy!' Sam jumped on the bed and shook his father violently in panic.
'Sam?' John sat up in alarm.
'THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY CLOSET!' Sam screamed.
John grabbed his shotgun again and went upstairs while Dean came down to see what all the commotion was about and to see if Sam was okay.
The next day, in which as it turned out there had been something in Sam's closet but whatever it was it had disappeared before anyone could get it. But it was never seen again so Sam eventually calmed down.
A few days later though; John announced that they were going hunting again.
So they gathered their stuff and this time John made sure they had good, strong boots and warm jackets. He drove them out along a deserted highway at 11pm at night and parked in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road. Sam and Dean followed their father into the wood for a bit until Sam said he didn't want to and was scared.
'Well, um…wait by the car' John sighed, he was very disappointed but he couldn't be slowed down as this beast only appeared a few times a year, tonight being one of them. 'And don't forget to-'
'Salt around the car…yeah, yeah I know' Sam sighed and rushed back to the car while John and Dean continued.
Sam sat on the ground just next to the car boredly. He really did not want to go hunting and wished Dean hadn't told him the truth…why did he have to know? Sam would have been happy enough not knowing.
'Sssam' he heard a soft moan and jumped to his feet in alert.
'W-who's there?!' Sam yelled out but couldn't see anyone or thing.
'Sssam' the voice moaned again.
Normally Sam would scream for Dean or his dad, but he knew they weren't around so he'd have to do something unless he was just going to stand there and possibly be killed. Sam yanked open the car door and searched for anything that could help.
'Come on' he rolled his eyes. 'What's salt and holy water gonna do?' he slammed the door and ran around to the back, trying so hard to get it open. After much effort and some more moaning from whatever was calling to him, he managed to get it open. Sam had to climb into the trunk in order to reach any of the guns. He stood up with a shotgun, simular to the ones Dean uses. He jumped out and stepped over the salt line…
John and Dean had wandered for quite some time and managed to hunt down the evil thing that Dean still wasn't sure what it was exactly that they'd been hunting because his father got to it before he'd even seen it.
'Guess I've got a lot of learn dad' Dean sighed.
'Come on' John ruffled his eldest son's hair and turned back towards where they'd came. 'Sam must be getting worried'
So they headed back to the car, but in less than twenty minutes away, they heard the echoing sounds of gunshots that were fired again and again. Then silence.
'Sammy!' Dean yelled and ran towards where the car was parked. John was much older and more athletic from hunting so he beat Dean there and found Sam unconscious outside the line of salt with a shotgun still in his hands. Laying a few metres from the car, right near the tree line, there was a creature of some sort.
'Wendigo' John muttered.
'What?' Dean asked as he checked Sam.
'Nothing' John said. 'Is he okay?'
'Ah, I think he fainted' Dean cracked a smile. 'But he's fine'
They got home and Sam was being congratulated, by John and Dean even when John had rethought what that creature was and was muttering all sorts of names to himself. The boys got pizza that night so everyone was doing pretty well, but Sam knew what was coming.
'You know, this isn't the first time you've grabbed a gun and surprised us Sam' John smiled at his youngest son while Dean was stomping in the bin to try and get the pizza boxes to fit so he that didn't have to take out the trash.
Sam shrugged. 'The thing was saying my name…I got scared'
'It was saying your name?' John repeated and frowned; another bunch of theories going through his mind.
'It's nothing dad' Sam said, and got up. 'I don't want to be a hunter like you or Dean'
John inhaled sharply and looked right at Sam. 'Maybe if you just trained and got used to it-'
'No dad…sorry' Sam said and went towards the stairs, then turned to face them again. 'Please dad, I'm just a kid…let me be one' he said and ran up to his room.
John got up and grabbed his stuff.
'You're going hunting…now?' Dean asked.
John didn't reply as he just left. Dean sighed and jumped on the bin as hard as he could, what Sam said ringing in his mind over and over: "I'm just a kid…let me be one".
Author's notes: So what did you think of this chapter? I am currently writing chapter 8 and any suggestions you would like to add would be very apriciative and useful! Please review!