Ok, I am so sorry to everyone that this took so long. I sort of forgot I was writing it while studying for Uni exams, and then I went and saw the Twilight movie (Biggest mistake EVER! Talk about a Muse killer) and then I finally found it again but got side tracked with this tv series I was watching, and the new Star Trek movie and I think you can all get the idea.
And I only just realised that I never got around to explaining how Sam knew Dean was coming to Folks.
Once again, I am so, so sorry about everything.
Quickly, a big thankyou to everyone who participated in the Poll on my profile. It was really interesting to see what everyone wanted.
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Two months ago.
Sam lent against the wall, the stench of vampire giving him a headache. As the Alpha of the largest pack (Jacob's pack was growing but was still small), Sam was expected to confer with the Cullen's and their allies, a task which he did not enjoy.
It had been two hours since the group had arrived back from the clearing, the Volturi finally admitting defeat, and most of the vampires were celebrating their triumph. That was why Sam jumped when the vampire slumped against the wall next to him. He glared over at it, the blond vampire smirking at him in return.
"So, what's the deal with the wolf thing?" he asked.
Sam remained silent, winching slightly as a fresh wave of stink reached his sensitive nose. The vampire chuckled.
"Where are my manners? I'm Garrett."
He held out his hand in a friendly gesture. Sam glanced down before giving in. He reached out to shake Garrett's hand.
"I'm Sam" he muttered.
The vampire paused, staring at Sam intently.
"Sam Winchester?" he asked quietly.
Sam pulled his hand back hurriedly, eyes wide in shock.
"How did you know?" he whispered, hoping no one else in the room could hear their conversation.
The vampire looked down nervously. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a battered letter.
"Someone was looking for you." He muttered, holding out the letter. "I think this is for you."
Sam snatched the letter, ripping it open.
Garrett watched as the wolfs face froze in horror. Despite the species barrier, he felt slightly sympathetic for the younger man. Reaching over, Garrett placed a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"A word of advice." He said, as the wolf finally broke his gaze from the letter.
"The guy who gave me this letter is bad news. I don't know what that letter says or why he wanted you to have it, but I don't think you should hang around and find out."
Garrett didn't need to say another work. With incredible speed, Sam was out of the house and into the forest, his long legs carrying him over the rough ground. In a matter of minutes, Sam arrived at the Uley house, not slowing down as he reached his bedroom.
With surprising agility, Sam ducked under his bed, pulling the box out of the dusty darkness. Quickly, he opened it and unearthed Ruby's knife. A photo fell out of the box. Sam glanced down at it and felt his stomach turn. Picking up the photo, he dumped it back inside, closed the box and shoved it back under the bed. He ran to his closet. Inside, a battered old hiking back rested. Shoving a few clothes inside, Sam had the bag slung over his back and was in the kitchen before he could change his mind.
Raiding the cupboard was easy. Emily had been shopping the night before. Grabbing blindly, Sam had soon filled the bag.
Without another thought, Sam had once again slung the bag over his shoulder and was out the door, striding into the forest.
It was half an hour before Sam slowed down, allowing himself to think.
He was in the middle of a dank, wet forest, a dangerous vampire who had wiped out his friends and allies on his tail. He was a hunter, first on the hit list of at least a dozen different demons, and he was a wolf, a risk for any sane hunter or potential help.
Sam looked up through the trees at the grey sky, the realisation hitting him as it began to rain. For the first time in his life, Sam Winchester was on his own.
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The Present.
It was raining again. That was the first thing Sam really noticed, as he watched Jacob help Jared into the partly destroyed house. Inwardly Sam groaned. Levi Uley was normally a forgiving man, but destroying the house had to be crossing the line and Sam was not looking forward to that conversation. Glancing through the sudden downpour of rain, Sam couldn't help but notice Dean looking at the house too, a look of amusement on the perfect vampire features.
As if he could sense his brother, Dean turned to face Sam, his look of amusement turning into a stunning smile.
Neither brother was sure which had moved first, as the two met in the middle of the clearing. The force of the sudden meeting would have knocked the breath out of a normal person, as the two brothers wrapped their arms around each other in a violent hug.
A hushed silence settled over the clearing as both brothers refused to part. The silence only broken by Edward and Jacobs quiet discussion.
Drawing back to hold his sibling an arm's length, Dean regarded his brother for the first time in five years. Sam hadn't aged a day and still looked very much the younger sibling. Dean couldn't help but grin. During his five year absence, the possibility that Sam would have grown up without him had been one of Dean's greatest fears, along with the possibility that one of the brothers numerous enemies would have caught up with the younger Winchester.
Both brothers regarded each other silently, the only sound in the clearing the echo of footsteps on the porch. Then, Dean grinned, guessing what was coming next as Sam tensed under his hands.
"SAM" an angry voice echoed through the clearing. "What the hell did you do to my house?"
Dean laughed.
"Time to face the really wolves Sammy" He said, clapping his brother on the back.
Detangling himself from his brother, Sam was unable to hide his grin, as he turned to face his furious Uncle.
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Sorry that I cut it there. I just really wanted to get this posted as soon as possible cos I feel really bad that I have been neglecting this story. I promise I will start the next chapter tonight.