Chapter 7
The morning light was filtering in through the curtains as Sam pulled himself from sleep. He slowly began to move and stretch in the bed trying to remember what was going on. The bed was way too soft and comfortable for it to be a motel bed. Sam blinked several times trying to bring the room into focus. It was painted a cream color with tasteful decor. He got up carefully looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings trying to figure out how he got here and where here was.
He walked out into a hallway and saw another bedroom across the way that was empty. At the end of the hall the house branched out right and left, one way led to a large living room and the other way looked like a dining area and a kitchen beyond that. There was a plate sitting on the table with a couple of muffins wrapped in plastic wrap and a note beside it.
"Sammy, enjoy sleeping in, there's fruit in the fridge. See ya later today. Love J." Sam read softly out loud. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the note again trying to determine who J might be.
Not hearing anyone else in the house, he continued into the kitchen to look around. It was neat and had modern appliances. He made his way into the living room checking out the books lining the shelves. Most of them were law books he noticed, as he ran a finger down the spines.
He stopped suddenly, his complexion paled and his legs became weak as he stared at a photo of him and a woman taken outside. The woman was Jessica, his Jessica, who had died in a fire at Stanford. He pulled his eyes away and looked at other photos on the bookcase. One was of him in cap and gown, and another was of Jessica in what looked like a wedding dress. Sam looked down at his hand seeing a wedding band on it.
With a shaky hand, he picked up the last photo staring at it with wide eyes. How could this be happening? And where the hell was he? Sam grabbed a couple of magazines from a coffee table looking at the address, Sam Winchester, 2578 Lower Loop Circle, Kansas City, Missouri. That meant he was less than an hour from Lawrence, Kansas.
Heading back to the bedroom, Sam opened a door finding a walk-in closet. He began to look through the clothes trying to find something to wear. He found suits, causal pants, oxford shirts, and finally in the very back a couple pairs of jeans. He jerked a pair off the hanger and headed back into the bedroom to check the dresser for a tee shirt. In the bottom drawer, he found a grey henley shirt and threw it on the bed with the jeans.
Sam headed for the master bathroom first before coming back out to get dressed. He found some shoes and slipped them on. Now he needed to see if he could find car keys so he could head for Lawrence and hopefully some answers to this madness. Luckily, he didn't have to look for long, when he found a bowl with keys beside a door leading to the laundry room. He slipped them from the basket before going into the laundry room and checked to see if the door in there lead to a garage.
He was shocked to see the Impala parked in the two car garage. Things were getting stranger by the minute, why would he have the Impala and where in the world was Dean. He walked slowly around the Impala before stopping at the trunk and opening it. There was a gym bag, tennis racket, couple of towels and a pair of tennis shoes. There was nothing related to hunting anywhere. He quickly opened the back door and looked for the green toy solider that had been in the Impala since he was four only to find the slot empty. Neither were there initials SW and DW on the back shelf of the back window. This car had never been hunting in it's life, it had never been a home to two boys growing up on the road. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Sam climbed into the Impala, found a garage door opener, opened the door and began to back the car out. He headed out of the housing development trying to find his way to the interstate so he could head for Lawrence.
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The house still looked the same from the last time he remembered being here, maybe the paint a little more faded, but still in good shape. He slowly got out of the Impala and looked around before walking to the front door. Sam stood looking at the door trying to get up the nerve to ring the bell. After getting his emotions under control, he pushed the bell listening to it ring inside the house. After a couple of minutes, he could hear movement behind the door before it opened.
"Sam?"
"D-D-Dad?" Sam cried in shock to see his dead father standing in front of him. He grabbed him in a tight hug much to John's surprise.
"Sammy, you ok?" John asked his youngest son as he stepped back allowing him to come in.
"But how? This can't be happening." Sam insisted not taking his hand off his father's arm.
"Is something wrong with Jess?"
"I don't think so. Where's Mom?" he asked looking around the house for her.
"Son, are you sure you're alright? You don't remember, she died in a car accident your senior year of college." John explained to his son as he lead him to the couch to sit down.
Sam sat back and tried to process this new information that was being given him. "Dean, where's Dean?"
"I'm not sure." John said slumping forward. "I'm hoping he'll stop by maybe in the next couple of days, he usually does around my birthday."
"Why do I have his car?"
"I gave you the Impala when you went off to college, the car was never Dean's."
"This is all wrong." Sam moaned getting up and pacing the room. He ran his hands through his hair realizing it was shorter than it should be.
"Do you want me to call Jess for you?"
"No, no, I'm ok."
"How 'bout a cup of coffee?"
"Sure, can I use your phone?"
"Yeah, I'll go make a fresh pot."
Sam picked up the cordless phone and dialed his brother's phone number. He listened to the message stating the phone number was not in service at this time. Sam punched the end button and dialed another number waiting to see if it would ring.
"Singer Salvage." a gruff, older voice growled at him.
"Bobby."
"Yeah, who wants to know?"
"It's Sam, Sam Winchester."
"Sorry, don't know a Sam Winchester, must have a wrong number." he replied before hanging up.
"Damnit." Sam hissed slamming the phone back into the base.
"Hey, easy on the phone there." John complained holding a cup of coffee out to him. "Wanna tell me what's goin' on?"
"I'm not sure I know." Sam responded. "Would it be ok if I stayed here for the day?"
"Sure son, I just need to run down to the garage for an hour or so and I'll be back."
"You work at a garage?"
"You could say that, I own it. Had to cut back my time there since the mild heart attack a year or so back."
"Heart attack? Are you ok?"
"Yes, doctors said I should be fine, but you were here when the doctors told me this."
"Yeah, right, must of slipped my mind."
"Look, you can stay here as long as you want, I'm goin' to the garage and will be back before dinner."
"Thanks Dad."
Sam waited until John left before getting up and looking around the room. He examined the photos of his family over the years unsure how to feel about all this. He intently studied the wedding photo of Jessica and him before moving to another one. They looked so happy and hopeful of the future. Was he going crazy or was he having some kind of weird dream, he thought.
The doorbell rang startling Sam out of his thoughts. He headed for the door and opened it.
"Dean!" Sam cried grabbing him in a bear hug. "Man am I glad to see you."
"Get the hell off me." Dean growled pushing Sam away from him angrily and stepping back. "What are you doin' here?"
"Dean there's somethin' weird goin' on here." Sam tried to explain as he really looked at Dean. He was shocked at his appearance, especially the thin ridge of a scar that ran from the corner of his right eye to his chin marring his face. He noticed his hands clenched into fists and his body tensed as if ready to fight. There was a darkness about him that Sam had never seen before. He was dressed in ragged clothes that had seen better days and his hair was shaggy and in need of a cut. This was not the Dean he knew, everything was wrong about him.
Dean glared at his brother before stepping away and heading back down the sidewalk without another word, to an old beat up truck. Sam noticed a slight limp as he walked away from him. Dean climbed in and pulled away from the curb heading down the street. Sam closed the door slowly and headed back to the living room. He was going to have to figure out what had happened to him and why dead people were alive. Sam found a pad and pen and sat down to write out what he remembered.
So we have Sam captured by the Djinn. I though you might wonder why John is here and not Mary. Sam never got to know her, so he wouldn't have those memories. Thanks to all who are following, have favored, and have left reviews. Hope you are enjoying and will let me know what you think by leaving a review.
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