Second Chance
Chapter 12
You Found Me
Disclaimer: *sighs* I don't own Supernatural, okay? Stop reminding me! *tears*
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Dean's POV
One Month Later (June)
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If Lillith wasn't already dead, I would have slowly tortured the bitch. Same goes for Azazel.
And Ruby.
However, it had been a month since Sam killed Lillith, and momentarily turned himself into full-on demon-boy before I stabbed him. A month since I feared he was dead and there would be no way to bring him back.
Instead, he was alive and healthy as an ox, thanks to Castiel. Only bad thing about it was he had no memory of the past year. No memories of me returning from hell. No memories of killing Ruby. No memories of Alayna. No memories that in three months he'd be a father.
I had found out a few hours after Sam had been "miraculously healed" that Castiel had a hand in that "miracle." I was glad Cas pulled me from hell and that he'd helped my brother-but he was more of an annoyance than any supernatural creature I'd ever came across sometimes.
For the past month I had been trying to help Sam get his memory back with the help of Bobby and Ellen, who I hadn't seen since the devil's gate had been opened. She knew Sam's condition and suggested some of the things he and Alayna had done to help. I took Ellen's advice, and Sam seemed to remember some of the times at the Roadhouse. Bobby suggested going to the town where he saved Alayna from the shapeshifter. I thought about it and finally agreed.
Little did I know at the time, Clarkson, Missouri was a supernatural magnet.
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Sam's POV
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Though I was starting to remember bits and pieces of my "lost year" as Dean put it, I felt as if I would never be complete. I'd been telling Dean when I would have a flashback, but had been keeping a big part from him. I hadn't told him about the woman that had began to invade my mind, my thoughts. I felt like I had been a big part of her life, and she had been mine. I wanted to tell Dean, but something told me it wasn't a bright idea. I didn't know her name, and I only seen her in a motel room with Dean and I where she was heavily injured, and a memory at the Roadhouse.
All I knew was she was beautiful.
The door to our motel room opened, and I looked up to see Dean enter with a bag from a fast food joint in hand. "Remember anything yet?" Dean asked.
"Just this room," I said, leaving out the part with the strange woman. "I stayed here."
"First case you took…after I was gone," Dean said quietly, throwing a burger wrapped in wax paper at me. "According to Bobby, anyway."
I thought about if for a moment, and closed my eyes. I saw the woman, in an old warehouse, and saw other bodies as well.
"A shapeshifter," I said, remembering. Dean looked at me sharply. "I rescued someone…a hunter."
"Yeah, you did," Dean said. "Do…do remember anything else? The hunter's name?"
"No," I responded. Dean sighed.
"Sorry, Sammy," he said. "Wish you could remember."
"So do I," I said dejectedly. We ate in silence, Dean flipping through the cable television before finding some cheesy horror movie on and falling asleep. I pulled my laptop out and play around on the free wireless internet before shutting the computer down. I looked at Dean peacefully sleeping, something I noticed he hadn't been doing a lot of lately. Quietly, I pulled the keys to the Impala from his discarded jacket and left the room. Maybe if I could find the warehouse from my memories, I could remember more about this mystery woman.
I found an old warehouse not far from the motel, and somehow I knew this was the one. I pulled the Impala up behind the building out of sight of the road, and grabbed an assortment of weapons, putting them in my bag as a precaution. Finally, I grabbed my .45 and a flashlight and entered the building.
Old chains hung from the ceiling and busted boxes, remains of mirrors, and other items lay as debris through the building. I closed my eyes, and I saw the woman again, hanging from the chains off the wall. I saw myself gently releasing her and carrying her out of the building saying, "You're safe now."
I opened my eyes and shook my head. Now I had a full memory, but I still didn't know her name. I cursed under my breath, figuring I couldn't get any more information here. I was getting ready to turn around and leave when I began to feel the eerie feeling I was being watch. I looked around me, my hand reaching for my gun. Then quickly I turned around, and jumped.
A figure stood in front of me, his whole body and face tattooed. Before I could shoot or do anything, his fingers lit up with a blue flaming light and touched my forehead, and my whole world went black.
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Dean's POV
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My eyes snapped open from my quick nap. I yawned and stretched, and looked at the still-on television. Some infomercial was on as I hit the power button on the remote. Standing, I looked over at Sam's bed, surprised to see it empty and looking as if it hadn't been slept in. I looked down at my watch and groaned in annoyance.
4:25 A.M.
"Sam?" I called out to the obviously empty room. I walked to the bathroom where the light was off and the door open. Feeling slightly panicked, I grabbed my jacket and threw it on, then went to grab my keys. When I felt nothing but the lining of the pocket touch my fingers, I swore under my breath.
"Damn it, Sam," I said, reaching for my cell phone and speed dialing his number. It rang a few times before going to his voicemail. I disconnected the call and ran a hand down my face before calling Bobby.
"Hello?" came the sleepy reply.
"Bobby, it's Dean," I said, looking out the window, not surprised to see my beloved car missing.
"Dean? What's going on? Have you looked at the time?"
"Sam's gone," I said shakily. "Took my car, not answering his phone, and I don't know where he is."
"What?" Bobby said, his voice still rough from lack of sleep. "Damn it, Dean, why weren't you watching him?"
"I was asleep!" I said defensively. "I thought he was asleep too!"
"Okay, calm down, calm down!" Bobby said. "Try to activate the GPS in his phone. I'm about a day's drive away…I'll try to get there as soon as possible."
"Thanks, Bobby," I said shakily, grabbing Sam's discarded laptop and turning it on.
"Just try to find your idiot brother," he said gruffly before disconnecting the call. I closed mine and threw the phone and my jacket on the bed, hoping I would find a way to get to him soon.
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Sam's POV
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I woke up slowly, not knowing if the creature was still around. After a few minutes I noticed that I wasn't on the hard floor of the warehouse…I was too comfortable. My eyes snapped opened and I looked around. I was in a bed in a nice bedroom. A queen canopy bed, office desk in the corner, and a bay window in the other met my eye. And I wasn't alone in bed. A beautiful woman, medium length light brown hair, slender, and bright brown eyes stared up at me.
The mystery woman from my memories.
"Sam?" she asked softly, leaning up and looking at me in concern. "Are you okay?"
"I'm…fine," I said. "Just…a nightmare."
"Another?" she asked.
"Another?" I repeated, looking at her strangely.
"Sam, are you sure you're okay?" she asked again.
"I'm fine," I said, getting out of bed. "Just need some air."
"At 6:30 in the morning?" she said, looking at the clock.
"Well…maybe a glass of water," I mumbled before getting out of bed. I slowly walked down the hall, looking at each door. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, surprised at the house. It was large from what I could see, and I couldn't help but wonder how in the hell was I living like this. I walked into the kitchen, where the table alone held six people. What was going on?
I grabbed a glass from the cabinet (after finding the right one), and filled it up, then took a large gulp. I looked around at the large kitchen, wondering if we actually at the table or if we filled every seat. Carrying the glass with me, I walked to the living room. Pictures where everywhere; me and the mystery woman together, some with Dean and another woman. I moved closer to that particular picture and seemed to know the woman. Then more I thought about it, I knew; Lisa, the one from Dean's past. We'd saved her son, Ben…the one who resembled Dean too much for his own good. I smiled; it seemed as if Dean had finally settled down.
"Sam?"
I looked around, seeing her again. She'd thrown on a knee-length robe on and was still looking at me in concern. I smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" she asked.
"I guess…for acting so weird," I said slowly.
"I was just concerned," she responded. "It was if you couldn't remember anything again."
"Again?" I asked.
"Remember after you killed…Lillith," she said. "Dean stabbed you to stop your demon side?"
As she spoke, I knew what was being said; it had been one of the few memories I remembered when I woke up. "Right," I said brushing it off. "My mind…hasn't fully woken up yet."
"Well, maybe more than water will wake you up," she said, taking my glass from my grasp and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the kitchen. I watched her go, so badly wanting to know who she was. I looked around the room, finally finding a certificate on a small table, next to it a picture of what seemed to be our first wedding picture. For the first time, I noticed the gold band around my left ring finger. I looked from it to the certificate:
Samuel Winchester
And
Alayna Summers
Wed on
December 31st, 2009
The date on the certificate surprised me. I walked back into the kitchen where Alayna was nowhere to be found. I looked at the calendar, surprised by the date;
July 2, 2011.
What the hell was going on? I'd lost two years on top of the one I was trying to remember! But the more I thought about Alayna, the more memories began to overload my mind.
Dean drug to hell. The shapeshifter case, meeting Alayna afterwards. The Roadhouse. Collins, Utah. Our first date. Our first night together. Our cases, Dean's return. Alayna being hurt. Myself being hurt. Bobby's place. Dean getting injured. New Year's Eve. Ruby returning. Lying to Alayna and Dean. The fights. Alayna telling me she was pregnant. Alayna and Dean catching me with Ruby. Almost killing Alayna. Alayna leaving. Being locked in the panic room. Escaping. Me and Dean killing Ruby.
"Sam, what's wrong?" Alayna's voice came into my whirling mind, bringing me back to earth. It was then I realized I was shaking. She walked up to me and put a hand on my forehead and I flinched at the coldness of her fingers.
"You're burning up," she muttered. "Okay, Sam, back to bed. I'll call in sick for you at work, and let Dean know."
"Work?" I said shakily.
"The law office?" she said. "Remember?"
"Yeah," I said subconsciously. I was a lawyer? I am a lawyer?
"You're acting delirious," she said, pushing me towards the stairs. "Maybe I should take you to the hospital."
"No!" I said suddenly. "Really…Alayna…" I said her name for the first time and smiled; I liked how it rolled off my tongue. "I'm just a bit…sick."
It wasn't a lie; I was feeling queasy after all the memories rushed back to my mind. Guilt ate at me as I thought how terrible I treated Alayna and Dean before Lillith died. All because of Ruby. I should have listened to Dean; she had been bad news after all.
I allowed Alayna to veer me back to our bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed as she walked into our bathroom and grabbed a thermometer.
"I'm fine," I protested as she turned it on.
"It sure looks like it," she said rolling her eyes and handing it to me. "Take you're temperature while I get Brian."
Brian? I thought strangely. Who was Brian? But then I remembered-the baby. The memory of Alayna telling me playing in my mind as she walked from the room. She told me after a fight, then we ended up fighting again soon after she told me. But overall, I had been anxious and excited about being a father. Now I didn't even remember if I had been there.
The thermometer beeped, and the same time Alayna walked in with a little toddler in her arms. I took the piece of metal from my mouth and read the temperature; 100.3. I held it up for her to see, and saw our child for the first time. He had light brown hair laying thickly on his head and hazel eyes staring up at me with a gummy grin.
"Let me feed Brian, then I'll call your office," Alayna said. "Maybe you should call Dean…tell him that our plans for tonight have been postponed until tomorrow. They're still welcome to drive on down here…Lord knows that a trip from Illinois to Memphis is hard on Lisa."
"Hard on her?" I said confused, taking my eyes on our son. Our son-that sound so weird to me.
"If you only knew how hard it is to carry a child for seven months, Sam, you'd understand," she said, smiling as she left.
I was amazed. Dean and Lisa were expecting a child. I was happily married with a wife and kid of my own. It was if life was normal for the Winchesters.
Too normal.
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Great, Sam's been thrown into the Stepford Wives version of Supernatural…hehe.
When will he realize he's in the hands of a djinn? Chapter 13 will be up sometime tomorrow!!
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