Hello my wonderful readers.
So how many are now totally scratching their heads? :) I hope this chapter helps clear things up. My BFF is still amazed that I'm a Sam Girl and put him basically through hell. I usually just smile and say 'I know he can take it better than Dean'. (She's a Dean Girl)
Anyway enough of that lets see what's happening with Sam.
Sam spent most of that day, trying to find out what the hell was going on. His 'wife' Amy was nice, but she continued to treat him like he was incapable of taking care of himself. Worst part was that his mother was just as bad. By noon Sam had, had enough and snapped at Amy. She'd left the house in tears. That's when Mary calmly explained to Sam about the car accident he'd been in. How it had been touch and go for a few days. Of course, she made a point of telling him how Dean had never came to visit, not once.
After dinner while his mother, Amy, and the two girls were playing a game, Sam slipped away to the living room. During dinner he'd caught the tail end of a news story that hadn't sat very well with him. Sam tried to stay calm as he read about the anniversary of the two plane crashes.
Shaking his head Sam whispered. "Dean and I stopped that."
His mind spinning, Sam pulled up another article. This one talked about how a brother and sister had been lost in the woods searching for their missing brother. Their bodies were never found. Clinching his fists Sam searched on. The article's flashed before his eyes like some horrible old movie. Sam almost tossed the computer across the room. Instead he decided to search for something else. Pulling up the records of a certain high school, he searched for a name. Zero results. He then searched birth records for three specific names. Zero results. He was about to give in to the panic welling up inside him when the front door opened.
When Robin and Dean walked in, they both looked exhausted. Sam stood and said.
"We need to talk."
"Uhm, okay." Robin said glancing at Dean.
Sam shook his head stepping in front of his brother. "You and I need to talk, now." Not waiting for Dean to answer Sam stepped outside. When the door closed he turned to see his brother's arms crossed looking extremely pissed.
"So what the hell did I do this time?"
"What makes you think you did anything?"
Dean laughed. "Because somehow it's always me. So how about we skip over all the details. We'll just pretend everything went as normal and move on."
Sam really didn't want to ask, but he did anyway. "What's normal?"
"You telling me everything I did to mess up your happy little life. I yell and deny it. Mom steps in, taking your side of course. Amy telling me what a horrible waist of oxygen I am. And of course, we end with you screaming about how much you wished I wasn't your brother."
"I…I wouldn't." Sam shook his head. This was indeed a nightmare.
"You would and you have." Dean walked over and sat down on one of the chairs on the porch. "At least this time you took it outside, instead of pointing out all my shortcomings in front of my kids. So go on, tell me what horrible things I did this time."
"Nothing."
"Of course I did." Dean held up his hand and counted off on his fingers. "It was my fault you were continually bullied as a child. Of course you were also a know-it all nerd, so there's that. It was my fault you never really had any self-esteem. Like I was supposed to shove it into you or something. It was my fault you're prom date stood you up." Dean laughed. "Well okay that was my fault. Let's see what else."
"Stop." Sam whispered.
"Are you about to have one of your spells?" Dean straightened slightly. "Because I have no damn clue what to do."
"No I'm not having a spell. Although I think I'm going crazy."
"Wouldn't be the first time." Dean sat back in the chair.
"What happened to you?" Sam asked. The man before him looked like his brother and sounded like him. But the words were nothing like what Dean would say. Sam was pretty sure that if he was on fire right now, this Dean wouldn't do a damn thing to put it out. "Why are you so horrible?"
Dean stood and glared at Sam. "I came to terms a long time ago with the fact that you're the golden boy of this family. Straight A's. College, soon to be a big time professor. A great wife, Mom loves. Hell if you could just knock Amy up, you would be damn near perfect. All Mom keeps me around for now is for her grandkids, and the hope that they won't turn out like me." Dean let out a harsh laugh. "I've got bad news for her, they are my acorns, so they'll be just like me, and just like Dad was."
"Dad wasn't…"
"Don't." Dean snapped throwing his hand up. "You don't want to admit Dad was an ass, fine. After all, you never got beat at least once a week. But don't you dare stand there and preach about how great our father was. Because all he was to me was a hand that held the belt." Turning Dean stormed back into the house and yelled at Robin that they were leaving.
Sam stood in stunned shock as Dean pushed by him his wife and kids following dutifully behind him. Robin paused for a moment and gave Sam a sad look before hurrying to the car. As each door slammed shut Sam felt like a spike was being driven into his heart. The car was long gone before he finally turned and slowly walked back into the house. This was indeed his nightmare. One he desperately wanted to wake up from.
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The next day Sam was thankfully left alone. Amy had classes, while Mary went shopping. Sam was again on his computer, trying to figure out what was happening. Instead of trying to find things to fit with his memory, he searched for things to fit with what he was being told. He first pulled up his father's obituary. John had died in his sleep from complication with pneumonia. He had continued to co-own the garage in town. He was even on a bowling league. Sam was surprised to see all of his own accomplishments laid out in his father's obit. All that was said of Dean was that he had a wife and two kids.
Sighing Sam went on to the next thing, the car accident. When he finally pulled up the information Sam sat in stunned disbelief. The car looked as though it had been totaled. He was extremely surprised he'd even survived the accident. According to witnesses Sam had been run off the road by a drunk driver that speed away from the scene. The descriptions were all over the board. The car had been dark, no light. It hadn't been a car, but a truck, no a van. Four doors, no only two. Ignoring all that Sam focused on where the accident had happened. Pulling up a map he found that the road he was on would have taken him straight into Illinois.
Memories flashed through Sam's mind. Reports of girls going missing. No bodies were ever found. As the memories came, Sam's fingers flew across the keyboard. He wasn't really surprised when he found nothing.
Frustrated Sam stood and started pacing. Closing his eyes he could easily see Hannah. Her smile, her eyes, he could almost even feel her warmth. She was real. The sound of a soft chime startled him and he walked back to the computer. There was a message at the bottom of the screen that he had a new email. Sam hesitated for just a second, before he sat back down and pulled up the email. The newest one was from PrettyBird1. In fact Sam saw at least twenty or more from that person. Opening the newest one he scanned it and sat back.
"What the hell?"
The email read: My dearest I miss you so much. When can I see you again? This time apart has been almost too much for me to bear.
"Why would Amy send me an email?" Sam asked the empty house. Sam opened a few more and soon was pretty sure Amy was not PrettyBird1. "Oh hell no." Sam growled out, as he scanned over the many emails that were all attesting to her love for him. Sam quickly deleted all of them. There were a few emails from his college professors, most encouraging him to get better. His advisor sent him a list of dates for him to keep in mind, most were all for the next year. Sitting back Sam took in the many emails. There seemed to be a lot of people that cared about him. As he looked something struck him as strange. All the emails from his advisor had an attachment.
Now very curious, Sam reopened one of the emails clicking on the attachment. There was a folder attached that needed a code to open. It took Sam awhile before he finally figured it out. As he read over the document he wished he hadn't. It was from someone named Sparrow, Sam guessed she must also be PrettyBird1. Unlike those emails thought, these asked how he was doing. Told him about stuff he was missing around the college. And all about the baby.
Sam slammed his computer closed. Not only did he have a wife that wasn't his wife, but he also was cheating on his not wife with another woman. Standing he paced around the room a few times. Again his curiosity got the better of him, and he was soon sitting back down, and going through his emails. The more he read from Sparrow the more he found himself thinking of Hannah. Sparrow was having all the same cravings Hannah had, had. She had totally lost on control over her emotions, just like Hannah. A very small part of Sam actually found himself wanting to meet this woman. He also was getting more and more sure, that there was no way Sparrow could be the same person writing the emails from PrettyBird1. Sam truly hated this thought, because it meant that he was cheating on his not wife with two women.
That was the moment Amy walked in the door. Sam couldn't help but feel guilty for everything he'd discovered. Thankfully, Amy went straight to the bedroom to do some school work. When Mary got home Sam helped her unload the groceries. When he started putting things away, he was surprised to find the kitchen laid out very much like Hannah always did. The groceries were almost all put away, when Sam glanced at his mother. Her back was to him as she was reorganizing one of the cabinets. Again something Hannah always did.
"Mom can I ask you something?" It still seemed strange to Sam, for him to say Mom.
Mary didn't turn around when she answered. "You can ask me anything Baby."
"It's about Dean." Sam watched as his mother froze in mid reach. She let out a long sigh, and slowly turned, a box of rice still in her hand.
"What has he done now?"
"Nothing." Sam winced hearing the harshness in his own voice. Although Mary didn't seem to notice, Sam stilled said. "Sorry."
Mary sat the box of rice down on the cabinet, before stepping closer to her son. "What's your question?"
"Has he always hated me?"
"Oh baby no." Mary gave Sam a hug. When she stepped back, and looked up at him she smiled. "When we first brought you home Dean hovered over you every second he was awake. He would watch me change you, and feed you. You were holding his hand, when you took your first step."
"So what happened?"
"I honestly have no idea." Mary sighed. "Dean was, is a stubborn child. He got into fights at school. He dropped out when he was sixteen."
"Did Dad beat Dean?"
"John didn't know what to do. No amount of grounding seemed to work."
Sam couldn't believe his ears. His mother was defending what happened. Shaking his head he turned his back on his mother. This nightmare just kept getting worse, when the hell was he going to wake up?
At that moment the front door slammed open so hard Sam heard glass breaking. Running from the kitchen into the living room Sam almost ran right into his brother.
"You bastard." Dean screamed as he swung a fist toward Sam.
Sam easily dodged out of the way.
"Dean." Mary screamed coming into the room.
"Stay out of this Mom." Dean yelled. "This is between me and my no good brother."
Dean attacked again, and again Sam was able to get out of the way. "Dean what the hell?" Sam glanced toward the door and saw Robin there crying. He also noticed her lip was bleeding.
Distracted, Sam this time got clocked by a right hook from Dean. Stumbling back Sam landed hard on the floor. Dean was instantly on top of him. Grabbing Sam by the front of his shirt Dean pulled him up. "You always wished I wasn't your brother. Well I wish you'd died in that car crash."
As Dean pulled back for another strike Sam's hunter training kicked in. In less than a second Sam had Dean pinned to the floor with no way of escape. "Stop struggling." Sam yelled. The look on Dean's face stabbed through Sam's heart.
"Boys stop this right now." Mary rushed over to her sons. "Dean what's gotten into you?"
"Ask your precious perfect little boy." Dean growled out.
"I'm asking you."
When Mary laid her hand on Sam's shoulder, Dean let out a roar and was suddenly free. He stumbled back from Sam still shooting daggers at him.
"Dean have you been drinking?" Mary asked as she helped Sam to his feet.
"Like father like son, right Mom?" Dean threw out his hands. "You know, I've always wondered what little Sammy got from dear old Dad. Well I guess I know now."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam moved his mother behind him. He'd seen this look on Dean's face before. Of course at the time he had been fighting a werewolf.
Dean looked over at his wife. "Go on tell them. Tell them what you told me."
"Dean I'm so sorry, please don't do this." Robin cried.
At that moment Amy came running down the stairs. She took one look at Robin and rushed to her wrapping her arms around the crying girl. She studied Robin's face then turned to glare at Dean. "Did you hit her?"
"I might have slapped her." Dean corrected, then pointed at Sam. "Tell them Robin. Tell them what you told me." Robin shook her head holding onto Amy like she was a lifeline. "Fine I'll do it." Dean faced his mother. "This morning my wife and I got into a little argument. She threatened to leave me. I told her fine go, but there was no way she was taking my kids. That's when she informed me there was a possibility they weren't mine."
Robin cried louder collapsing to the floor, Amy went with her holding her tight. Mary hurried over to add her comfort to the crying woman.
"Oh it gets even better." Dean sneered looking at his mother than brother. "Not only did my wife cheat on me, but she did it with the one person I dislike the most on this entire planet."
Sam saw the flames of rage clearly in his brother's eyes. Slowly his words seeped into Sam's brain and everything clicked. Robin was PrettyBird1. "Oh God."
"Don't bother bringing him into this." Dean snapped. "You are so beyond his help it's not even funny. Do you know I actually overheard you talking to Dad once? Yep, you were talking about this pretty bird you meet. Dad laughed and clapped you on the damn back. I never for one second thought it was my wife you were talking about."
"It wasn't." Sam blurted out. Suddenly all eyes were on him. His mind spun and he wanted nothing more right then to wake up, wrapped in Hannah's strong arms.
Dean laughed. "How many birds do you have on your wire Sam?"
Sam shook his head. "It's not like that." Sam glanced over at the three women. Mary looked more concerned than anything. It was clear that Amy's anger was slowly growing. But it was the look on Robin's face that struck Sam the hardest. She had the look of complete and utter betrayal. Sam watched as Robin's tears cleared and she slowly stood.
"Answer him." Robin took a step toward Sam.
"Robin I honestly don't…"
"Stop." In one fluid motion Robin reached behind her and pulled out a gun. Robin held the gun steady pointing it straight at Sam. "Stop lying. You promised me you would never lie to me. Now answer him, how many are there."
Keeping his eyes trained on Robin's face, Sam stayed calm as he answered. "One other, her name is Sparrow."
Amy gasped covering her mouth. "She's been here. She dropped off papers for you. She's pregnant."
Sam could only nod.
"I brought this to use on him." Robin said pointing at Dean. "I already had the story all planned out." Starting to cry again Robin said. "Officer, my drunk husband snapped. First he attacked me then his own brother. There was nothing else I could do." The tears instantly cleared. "I suppose I could still use that story, only adding that I accidently shot both of you."
"Robin." Dean took a step toward the woman, and the gun erupted.
Sam watched in horror as his brother stumbled backward, his hand covering the gunshot wound that was way too close to his heart. The gun slowly turned and was again pointed toward Sam. He knew he was too far away, but Sam had to try. Lunging toward her, Sam reached out for the gun. The sound of it firing exploded all around him, at the same time a searing pain erupted in his neck.