Spoilers: minor through season 5, major references to episodes Monster at the End of the Book, Sex and Violence
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"Fantastic, I'm starting to feel like I just walked into an alternate reality or got caught in a story book," glancing over at Bobby, Sam grimaces. "I did, didn't I? I just got caught in the reality behind the 'supernatural' books."
"Yeah, Stretch you did."
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Leaning back in his seat in the van, Sam Roberts tried to rest. Unfortunately his mind wasn't really cooperating; it kept bringing up all the monsters the characters in the books had faced. How many times Sam and Dean had actually died, never mind how many near misses they'd had. If most of that was true it was a miracle his father and uncle were still walking the planet, much less able to keep fighting.
Slowly opening his eyes Sam stared at the guy driving then asked in a whisper, "Jeremy?
"Yeah, Stretch?"
"Is it all true? The stuff in the books? The danger and death? The blood and the demons, all of it?"
"Yes, actually the series glossed over a lot of the worst of it."
"Huh?"
"Well, Chuck, the prophet, the guy who was writing the books didn't realize the reality either, not until Sam and Dean showed up on his doorstep. The first series had been published ending with Dean in Hell. Chuck continued to write down his visions, but as Dean got 'saved by an angel' and Sam fell prey to Ruby, things just weren't the same. It was no longer a team of two brothers facing evil and winning against the odds; it was two brothers being manipulated by supernatural forces to control the destiny of the world."
"But they did manage to stop the apocalypse."
"Yeah, they did but only just barely and a lot of good people died in the process. You can also argue that it was their fault in the first place and all they did was stop what they themselves had started."
"But they were unknowingly manipulated!"
"Keep your voice down we don't want to wake the others," says Jeremy glancing back at Bobby and James, "Look, I agree, but some might not. Some would consider Sam responsible because he was naïve enough to trust Ruby, even knowing she was a demon."
"But she suckered him by promising to save Dean from the deal. He was trying to save his brother from Hell."
"I know, but that doesn't change the fact she eventually gained his trust and then majorly betrayed him. You could of course argue that only happened because Dean made the deal in the first place."
"He was trying to save his brother."
"Yes, but Dean went to hell, then broke and started torturing with the consequence being the first seal breaking. Now with all the manipulations, lies, and betrayals, I amazed either of them trust anyone and more amazed yet they are still relatively sane."
"Relatively sane?"
"Well, we do hunt things that almost no one believes in," points out Jeremy with a slight grimace.
"Good point. I know they used to do it because they felt it was their job and the family business, but what about now? What about you and Bobby?"
"Bobby and I? Pretty much the same reasons, because the job needs doing and the evil needs stopping. Most hunters are trying to stop the evil that hurt them or their families in the past and to keep things from hurting to others. With the things we see in this job, it is easy to question whether or not it is worth it. I figure hunters are the supernatural world's equivalent of soldiers or police, because without them evil and crime would just increase. We can't stop it all or save everyone but we can try to stop as much and save as many as we can."
"That is the point isn't it? To try to leave the world a better place than you found it."
"Definitely, I just wish everyone felt that way. Oh and when we first meet up with Dean, stay behind myself and Bobby until we can explain what's going on. Okay, Stretch?"
"Huh, why?"
"Because Dean still tends to shoot first ask questions later, and from everything I've heard your resemblance to a younger version of Sam Winchester is down right spooky. And for a hunter the first assumption is if it spooky it is probably supernatural and needs killing. Remember Bobby shooting you with salt; well I wouldn't put it past Dean to shoot you as well. The big difference? His gun is likely to be loaded with either consecrated iron or silver bullets, either of which would kill you and not just leave a bruise, so get some sleep we'll be there in a few more hours," suggests Jeremy returning his attention to the road.
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A few hours later at a discount chain motel on the outskirts of town, "You sure this is the right one?" asked Sam R.
"Yeah, Stretch I'm sure why?"
"I thought they usually stayed in off beat motels, you know like owner/operator type places."
"You know how rare those are these days? They mostly got bought out or driven out of business in the early 2010's, might still find one occasionally, but not regularly since about 2016 or so. Now since the guys are separated, it is fist one in the phone book and that would be this AAA joint."
"Apparently somethings don't change, like their patterns."
"If it still works go with it, after all they are still here among the living," points out Bobby with a slight smile.
"Point made, so how do we do this? Jeremy thought I might need to hang back a bit till you explain things to Dean?"
"Huh?"
"My appearance, Jeremy thought Dean might freak like you did, at first."
"Oh yeah, I guess I've kinda gotten used to you Stretch."
"Thanks, I think."
"But you're right we wouldn't want Dean to shoot you"
"So how do we handle this?"
"Let me make the call," turning away Bobby hit speed dial on his phone, after a moment "Dean, We're here, which room? 22 okay be there in a moment."
Approaching door number 22 Bobby knocks, a voice inside says, "That you Bobby?"
"Yes, Idjit. Who else did you think it might be?"
"Housekeeping," Dean says as the door opens, "they keep trying to get in to clean," he grimaces slightly before reaching out and pulling Bobby into a one-arm hug.
"Good to see you too, boy, you got anything else?"
"Yeah, maybe come on in. There is some local stuff about a prison that they've started tearing down recently. I'd say we start looking there. We both know that can stir up spirits, but the missing blood and mutilation still has me a little stumped. I just hope we're not too late. Glad you're here, Bobby."
"Me too. Happy to help. Any word on Sam?"
"Maybe. A 'tall' man was asking questions about the old prison and the description fits for Sam. If whatever it is got him then I definitely don't want to be doing this alone. You did bring Jeremy, I hope."
"Yes, I also brought some extra help, so don't shoot 'em."
"I wouldn't shoot Jeremy or most other hunters you'd vouch for. You know that Bobby. Besides stuffs on the bed, I was in the process of cleaning it," says Dean pointing as he walks back into the room.
"Jeremy, boys, come on in. It is as safe as it is likely to get."
"What's do you…" Dean trails off as Jeremy, followed by James and Sam enter the room. One glance at Sam R. and Dean turns on Bobby, "What the Hell?"
Dean turns to stare as Stretch starts to speak, "Oh, um hi, Dean, I, ah, I'm Sam,"
"What the hell happened, Bobby? That isn't…" grabbing a silver knife Dean starts toward Sam R, "That's not Sam!"
"Yes, No, Wait Dean," taking a deep breath Bobby continues, "I know he isn't your brother. Hold a moment and let me explain. Jeremy close the door, this isn't for the public consumption."
"Dean, chair, sit. Stretch, couch, sit,"
"Yes, sir" they both say at the same time moving to do as they've been told.
"Okay, Bobby, I'm sat. Explanation, now!" exclaims Dean.
"You're right, he is not your brother, but his name is also Sam. We've been calling him Stretch to avoid confusion. It should be obvious he is family, so play nice."
"Okay, Playing nice for the moment since I'm assuming you did the drills already."
"He shot me with salt, nicked me with a silver knife, and had me drink holy water. Is there anything else I need to do to prove I'm human," snaps Stretch, "by the way I am right here and I can hear you just fine. Good that settled, now, can we get to work at finding Sam Winchester or not?" questions Sam R.
"Slow down there dude. You may be family, and based on appearance it seems likely, but I've never met you before, so why do you want to find Sam so bad? And exactly how are you related anyway."
"One answer to both questions, because Sam is appears to be my father."
"Your father? You think my Sammy is your Daddy?"
"Unless you know otherwise," states Stretch with a slightly raised brow, "I guess it could have been you instead."
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