Alright, so I've been a fan of Supernatural for years, missing a few episodes, but catching up on Wikia.
Anyways, for a few years, I had this idea: One that brought back a few more-or-less forgotten children from Supernatural that didn't get explored because the showrunners either forgot about them or their story arc was over AND another where I explore in which Sam Winchester lived a very similar yet different life than canon.
So alas: ENJOY!
Kimberly, Arkansas, August 10th, 2020, 11:35 PM...
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That was the sound the grass made as footprints ran at a hastening paste against the sogging ground. It was pouring hard as the thunderous march descended across the skies as three people ran under the dark, night sky. The figures, panting as their breath appeared through condensation, sprinted across the deserted field as they approached a seemingly abandoned barn with flickering lights through the windows.
Inside, the walls were covered all the walls in various sigils and banishing spells to keep out anything supernatural.t
Except one.
There laid an altar at the end of the barn, surrounded by various candles, flashlights, books, and a small table in the middle as two figures flew between the table to a large circle with a Pentagram painted deep red in the middle and surrounded by various sigils on the barn wall. In the far end corner was a bunch of sleeping bags and luggage packed for multiple people. One of the figures was a 6-ft tall, older man with shoulder-length, shaggy brown hair, dressed in plaid and jeans, who worked feverishly through the stacks of books before him while the other was a teenage girl with brown hair that flowed inches past her shoulders, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, with her sleeves rolled up as she stood at the center table and was slicing her hand open with an athame and squeeing her blood into the offering bowl before her.
The man turned to her and quickly passed her a bottle of water, which the latter greatly accepted and hastily downed it before throwing the bottle aside.
"You need to stay hydrated, Samantha," he states, a worried look etched across his face as he looks down and the halfway filled bowl of blood. He reached out a hand towards the knife. "Take a break, it's my turn."
"Yeah, Dad, 'cause you're a fuckin' virgin!" Samantha retorts, pushing her father away as she continued to slice open her hand. "The spell is calling for virgin blood, demon blood, and a very high quantity of magic to boot, and last I checked, I have all three! Besides, you already lot a lot of blood painting the wall and putting up the sigils. Let a girl contribute for once!"
"You've been contributing since the day you were born," her father quips.
"Well, considering we have a malevolent, monotheistic deity on our ass trying to kill us," Samantha jeers, looking sharply at her father, "and the fact that we even agreed to this cray, batshit idea in the first place, clearly it's time I've made myself useful. HA! Who knew the virgin status of a Succubus had such a high potency!"
Samantha's forced laugh made her father frown and he took the hand that wasn't cut open and slowly healing itself with his own bandaged hand. He knelt to her.
"You know I'm always proud of you, right?" he asked, looking deep into her eyes. Samantha gave a small smile and tilted her head back to stop the tears from inevitably watering and falling from her eyes.
"I know, Dad. I'm proud to be the daughter of Samuel Wesson."
SLAM!
The two jumped in fright and turned their heads, Sam quickly rising and pulling out his gun, as they heard the barn door forcefully slam open only to reveal a young woman with disheveled strawberry blonde hair, her clothes and utility jacket soaking wet, along with a young man with short, dark brown hair with glasses and his sweat clothes equally soaked despite the hoodie he wore. And the last was a young man with light brown hair, slightly older than the other boy, and just as soaked as the other two with his green bomber jacket from the weather.
"Fuck! You guys scared the shit out of me!" the teenager cursed, wincing as she realized she clenched her sliced hand.
"Sorry, the end of the world is at stake here! Not all of us has enough magic to teleport from one place to another!" the blonde snapped at her.
"End of the world? No. End of our existence by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Definitely!" the older boy quipped as they rushed towards them. "And I see you guys went all out with the blood magic."
"Fuck you, Jesse!" Samantha cursed.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Sam ordered, causing everyone to go silent. He hated using that voice on them, it made him sound like a Drill Sergeant! But tensions are high enough as it is.
"Emma, Ben, Jesse, I'm just glad your safe," he started, transitioning his tone from cold to warm relief. "Did you run into any trouble on the way here?"
Emma shook her head angrily. "No...Yes. We got the final ingredients, but a bunch of Jehovah's Witnesses became alerted to our presence and we had to bolt. I told Castiel he should've lent us his Angel Blade!"
"It was supposed to be a quick run. We can't blame him for being on the safe side since he's considered a traitor amongst them," Ben rationalized. "Besides, he and Uncle D should be back by now if they're leading G-Him on a wild goose chase."
"I just spoke with them on the phone," Sam said, pulling out his burner phone, "and they're on their way here. Em, you got the ingredients?
"Yeah," Emma said as she pulled out a bag filled with bones from inside her jacket. "I did my last rights, but are we all in agreement that using the bones of children is completely morbid!?"
"It's Witchcraft! What the fuck is innocent about it?!" Samantha exclaimed, snatching the bag from her sister. "Besides, considering the shitty world we live in where anything can happen, the bones of virgin children add a bit of potency to this particular spell. I hate grave robbing as much as the next person, but considering my soul is already Hellbound, anything goes for this greyed-area Succubus!"
"Last I checked, Uncle Cas said that if anything, you could still potentially become an Angel," Jesse said as he took the knife from her and became adding his own blood to the bowl for the spell before handing it to the other two to do the same.
"That was before Big Daddy decided to try and off us because he's obsessed with Dad and Dean," Samantha states as she took out a femur, a humerus, and a rib. "Stand back!"
Everyone did as they were told. Moving the bowl aside, Samantha closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to speak in Latin.
"Os Exitium!"
A light started to envelop the bones placed before them, small lines connecting and interconnecting from every inch before a cracking and grinding noise was all they were hearing before a shattering blast erupted, prompting everyone to cover their eyes and shield themselves before bone fragments went flying everywhere.
When they opened their eyes and turned back, Samantha was already collecting the hot, jigsaw-like bone fragments and crushing them in a mortar with a pestle.
"I am so going to Hell for this," Emma bemoans in disgust as she starts picking bone fragments from her hair. Both boys snorted.
"If you're going to Hell, I'm going with you," Ben agreed, "Though it would be Purgatory, which is Hell-adjacent."
"If you ask me, it won't matter. I'm the Antichrist! There's no way I'm set for Heaven. Sammy's the only one in the middle of a custody battle for her soul!" Jesse countered. "Not like any of us are going to the same place!"
"Quiet peasants!" Samantha yelled as she looked at them sharply. "Anyone here who didn't add blood?"
She, Emma, Jesse, Ben, and Sam looked at their cut hands, two of the five already started healing. Sam took out alcohol gauze and began cleaning Jesse, Emma, and a begrudging Samantha's wounds.
Emma looked at the wall where their Last Resort laid. She recognized Enochian sigils, Latin symbols, and a bit of old language that must be dead because it didn't look like anything she learned under her dad. Actually, a bit of Greek is in there and she only recognized it because her mind is sightly hardwired to understand Ancient Greek and Latin.
The perk of being an Amazon.
Emma turned to Sam. "Dad, are you sure you guys know what you're doing?"
Sam gave her a cheeky smiled that took more effort to more than to execute as he finished wrapping her hand. "What? Jumping into another world to escape Ch-Him because he's hellbent on destroying the only people that bring me happiness? No, not really. Do I have a choice! No. The only one getting anywhere safe is your Uncle Adam and Uncle Mike would rather die before he let his father do anything that would put him in danger."
Emma had to laugh. Yeah, Michael may not like most humans, but Samantha's grandfather locking him in Adam to learn about Humanity was the most unorthodox thing she ever heard. But hey! Her family wasn't like most and Adam felt like this was the least he could do.
The sound of a painfully familiar engine revved as it pulled up outside the barn. Sam and the others followed him to see a '67 Chevrolet Impala drive up. Sam rushed ahead as two men quickly got out and hugged the driver.
"Thank G-No, I Thank any deities that actually like us that you're safe!" He whispered. The hug was reciprocated until he was pushed away and remembered just who was watching them. "You too, Cas."
Sam, we don't much time," Castiel ushered as they all ran back into the barn. "My father's on his way and we don't know how long we have until he gets here!"
"Wait what!? I thought we still had more time!" Jesse exclaimed. Castiel shot Dean a quick glare.
"Go ahead, Dean," he taunted, waving a hand from him to the others. "Tell them how my father is on the way."
They all turned to Dean, who looked away, before facing them with a bit of shame.
"I-I said the G-word," Dean admitted in shame.
"DEAN!"
"It was an accident!" he quickly tries to defend himself. "Look, we had just dodged some rather viciously-looking Angels, I thought we had put enough distance between them and I'd just-"
"What Dean did was basically indulge in the momentary bliss of false-triumph and called on my father's name," Castiel interjected bitterly. "One of my siblings mentioned that the three of you were spotted by Jehovah's Witnesses and had you ping since. I fear it's the endgame."
"HELL NO! Shut up, Cas!" Samantha yelled, causing the angel to look at her. "I did not keep my ass up till dawn researching the spell, lose hours of sleep, consume a questionable amount of souls for the past month just to be taken out by the Snap! NO WAY!"
She then went and shoved the athame into Castiel's hand. "Now, you're going to be a good angel and add your blood along with Dean's so we cant get this show on the road! I'm ain't dying tonight!"
If it weren't for the dire measures of the situation, he would tell Sam that he'd need to, once again, wash his daughter's mouth with soap and Holy water. But he let it slide because he could see that she's right and it was no time to be playing the blame game because of an accident.
While the angel began adding his blood, Dean looked to his right to see Ben's shivering form, no doubt trying to hide it from Sam (it was raining and 40 degrees cold outside!) and shrugged up his military jacket and placed it on the boy's shoulders. "Here."
Not hesitating to accept the jacket, Ben says, "Thanks dad," before stiffening and apologizing.
"Hey, it's okay. I told you a long time ago that I was okay with it. Sam's your dad. I'm not losing anything as long as I get to be in your life. We're not going to let anything happen to you, Jesse, or your sisters."
And with that, Dean left and added his blood to the bowl, leaving Ben in a small state of shock. Dean wasn't wrong. Sam is his dad for all intent and purpose. But he chose to keep his words close to him as he hugged the jacket tightly to his body.
Sam came forward with the sleeping bags and luggage in hand as he began distributing them. "Alright, I know we agreed to pack light, but I know at least one of you brought something extra. We got 8 sleeping bags with thermal blankets. I hope I'm right but check again to make sure you have your weapons on you. Samantha, I put our family album in your bag. Ben, I put my hunter's journal in your bag alongside some animal blood vials to last a few weeks if you use them moderately! Jesse, I know you're all set and I added the machete just in case. And Emma! I made sure to keep the bullets, cartridges, and the handgun I brought you for your birthday in your bag. Please, remember your Greek blessings since we won't know if the Greek Pantheon at the new place adheres to the same rules here. And I'd ask about your dagger, but I can see it sticking out your pants leg!"
A brief "Oh shit!" came from Emma as she concealed her weapon while everyone was double-checking their stuff. Dean looked at his own bag and took out the Demon-killing knife before handing it to Ben, who stared in shock.
"You sure?" he asked, grasping the knife delicately by the hilt.
"Sammy has her knives set, Jesse gets a machete and Emma has her dagger. It's a fair trade. I still have the Colt," Dean reasoned before leaning in to whisper into his ear. "Besides, between you and your sister, I can see you kicking more demon ass than her."
"I heard that!" Emma called.
"You were meant too!" they called back simultaneously.
"Alright, that's it!" Samantha yelled as she hurriedly mixed the ingredients. "It's done. We have a perfectly-drawn Pentagram the height of Dad; symbols sigils Latin, Sumerian, and Enochian language; the desecrated bone power of virgin children; various herbs that I will not say took me a while to collect; and lastly the blood of the people involved in the ritual. What time is it, Dad?"
Sam looked at his watch and cursed. "Shit! It's twelve! We gotta do the spell now!"
"On it!" Castiel shouted as he carefully took the bowl and began painting a few more sigils with the blood as Samantha was right behind him and formed a huge salt circle before sitting on the ground and beginning chanting.
"Now!" Castiel ordered. Samantha closed her eyes and found focus within her. Clearing her emotions and looking within her soul, she called to something thing older. Any deities willing to hear her pleas, to something older than them all. She had only one chance and that was now!
"Voco super te, Nos quaerere statera nos septem Transvecto nos ex hoc mundo Ut satus novum Mitte nobis, ut novis orbis, sint qui in discrimine similes, qui erant cum necesse est, reddere volens pretium voco te Rogamus salui conducts..." Samantha chanted.
Instantly, the candled around the room set ablaze! The lighting filled the room and everyone jumped back in shock. The flames were quickly melting the wax and turning different colors. There was a gust of air that burst past them as they watched in awe as the Pentagram on the wall started glowing blue. It started with the Enochian sigils, then to the Sumerian, and next, the Latin symbols. The blue lights slowly started to transition from the blood-red it was painted in and to an ethereal electric white-blue. Emma couldn't help but recall is similar to the color of angelic grace.
It is really easy to forget just who exactly Samantha Marie Wesson is.
Castiel told them that the spell was part of a ritual calling on various magical entities to make one request, and Samantha's spell had to be nothing short of perfect.
Sam had his reservation and was willing to recite the spell for her if this was going to cost her her life. He loved all his children as best, and equally, as he could, but she was still his only blood child and the last living memory of his wife. He'd damn himself happily if it meant she was safe. But she had to get her stubbornness from someone's side of the family!
Sometimes, he forgets what type of lineage his soon-to-be fifteen-year-old hails from.
It took its time as the portal was loading to take them to whatever world they were heading to. The blue slowly made its way across and throughout the Pentagram, looking like static energy connecting and moving.
"Voco super te, Nos quaerere statera nos septem Transvecto nos ex hoc mundo Ut satus novum Mitte nobis, ut novis orbis, sint qui in discrimine similes, qui erant cum necesse est, reddere volens pretium voco te Rogamus salui conducts..."Samantha continued to chant. She could sense the magic through her veins, the chaos, something old and long before her time, reaching out to her. Like a hand trying to grasp another. She could feel it, it was there...Just within her grasp as she continued to chant...
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GOT IT!
Samantha's eyes snapped open, the sclera pitch black with her usual brown irises morphing into a bright, lapis lazuli blue!
Instantaneously, a blue and white portal opened before her where the Pentagram on the wall once was. It appeared as a swirling, icy-blue vortex with a white light in the middle, beckoning to come into the unknown.
It was so beautiful, so powerful, so alluring that Samantha almost forgot she wasn't the only one that needed to pass through. Almost.
Samantha turned her head to tell everyone to come into the circle when...
When IT happened.
The ground started to rumble beneath their feet, shaking and crumbling, causing stacks of books and flaming candles to hit the ground. Outside, the group could see the painfully familiar blaze of white light through every crack, nook, and cranny the barn possessed. The sigils on the barn were heavy-duty at best, Castiel assured so, but if the might of his siblings were and lengths they'd go to were anything to go by...The minute chunks of wood started flying off the barn confirmed it.
The angels found them, and if they're here...
He's here!
"THEY'RE HERE!" Dean roared, pulling out the Colt at the unseen enemies trying to break in. Sam pulled out his gun as well and Castiel pulled out his Angel Blade. "Everyone grab your stuff and get in the circle! NOW!"
Not needing to be told twice, Sam got his kids into the circle with their things, which salt now seemingly glowing right before a bearer erected itself between him and them.
"Dad, what the hell!?" Ben screamed furiously, banging his hands again the bearer once more. Seeing the desperate look on his adoptive father's face, he realized what was going on.
"SAMMY! TURN IT OFF!" he screams. Screw Hell, Purgatory, or wherever monster souls go! He was not leaving his dad behind! "SHUT IT DOWN NOW!"
Samantha finally turned her attention away and aw the bearer separating her and her siblings from her father. A loud thunderous ear-piercing rang out, causing everyone to cover their ears as the barn quake and began to fall apart. The angels were breaking in!
Sam took one last look at his kids. His firstborn and only daughter, as the tears ran down her face. She figured it out too soon and it was killing him not to be able to embrace her.
He looked at Emma, the young Amazon that had been left in his care by a mother who broke every rule in the book to save her and died for it. She already lost a mother, he didn't want her to lose a father too.
He glanced at Ben, who looked long-resigned to his fate. The kid didn't have it easy. He had lost his mom too soon, sacrificing herself for his safety despite making him part-vampire, before he came to live with him. It wasn't easy, but he was all the boy- no, the young man had. It was by chance he knew he would watch over his sisters.
And Jesse, the kid was too mature for his own good. He left his home, his parents, and the chance to even have some semblance of a relationship with his birth mother before she passed just to no be a danger to anyone. Antichrist or not, Jesse may be the oldest, but he still shouldn't have to keep losing loved ones.
His mind flashed to a young boy who's mother he had to kill, who he promised to protect, who steadily declined in health and succumbed to starvation no matter what he did, who's body burned in the pyre like his mother in the end...
These kids, his children, who inherited a piece of the unnatural world, either born or "gifted". They've been through enough, too much, they shouldn't have to be orphans!
But Samuel Wesson rather they'd orphaned and together than be forced to die because a pompous dick wouldn't let them be happy on their own terms!
He promised them safety, and he would die giving them that!
"NO!" Sam ordered. He figured it all out, and damn if his kids never forgave him for it, they only had one chance and they were not losing it. He could not lose them!
The noise then stopped, but there was a deafening wood shattering as the tiles and the roofing on the barn ceiling was dismantling itself. He needed to say one last goodbye.
Ignoring the ringing in his ear, he shakily stood up, almost buckling a few times, but he managed to stand tall.
"L-LISTEN! I-I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO FOLLOW YOU! SO I'M GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE AND IT BETTER STICK!" he yelled, hating the Drill Sergeant tone but it had their attention. "GO AND GET THROUGH THE PORTAL! LAY LOW, STAY ALIVE, BE HAPPY! AND FOR THE LOVE I HAVE FOR EACH OF YOU: DON'T DIE. I'VE LONG BEEN OKAY IF IT WAS JUST ME. BUT PROMISE ME! ONCE YOU GO THROUGH THAT PORTAL, DON'T LOOK BACK! I'LL BE FINE. JUST GET YOURSELVES TO SAFETY AND TAKE CARE OF ONE ANOTHER! I'M NOT REPEATING MYSELF! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
Samantha looked up to see a blinding white light peering through, the Angel's almost breaking through, and took one last look at her dad one more time before taking charge.
"Alright, you heard the man! Let's roll out!" Samantha commanded. Everyone grabbed their stuff and started marching through the portal. Ben was the only one still protesting.
"We can't just leave him!?" he argued.
"We don't have a choice, but it's painfully clear what we do have! NOW MOVE!" Samantha orders.
Jesse was the first to go through, then Emma rather reluctantly, before Ben had to physically be pushed in.
Samantha took one teary last glance back at her dad, her uncle, and Castiel before her eyes met Sam's.
It said all he wanted to say.
"Goodbye Dad," she whispered before jumping through the portal as a large crash came before a blinding light erupted throughout the entire barn.
Lebanon, Kansas, August 11th, 2013, 12:15 AM...
The Bunker...
In a hidden bunker below an abandoned power plant, a large earthquake convulsed with a frenzy, shaking the earth and its entire infrastructure, knocking books off the shelves in the library, various items to the floor, and disturbing the sleep of three very much sleeping inhabitants from their slumber.
In a room numbered 11, a startled Dean Winchester awoken when the quake started, slipping and falling out of bed
"S-SAM? SAMMY!?" Dean Winchester cried, pulling out his gun from his dresser and rushing out of the room.
"DEAN!" Sam Winchester screamed already running out of his bedroom.
The brothers screamed for each other as they ran towards the center of the Bunker, jerkily dodging out of the way as light bulbs exploded and more stuff fell off the walls.
Kevin Tran ran into them as they got to the War Room, where the map was flickering on and off and the computers were going haywire!
But as soon as it started, it stopped, and after a few minutes, the facilities came back on with the map pinpointing and searching automatically for the source.
"What the Hell just happened!?" Kevin demanded, bitterly awakened from the small amount of sleep he just gathered after pulling another all-nighter working on the angel tablet.
"Hell if I know!" Dean growled, looking at all the damage the earthquake caused.
The past few months have been Hell since the Angels fell. Between Ezekiel healing Sam, Kevin, looking for the angels, and Hunting? There's no way this was simply a regular earthquake. Not with his luck!
"Hey, look!" Sam ushered them as they went to look at the map. The two followed as the younger Winchester looked at the map, which had a large, red dot on planted on Kansas.
"What? I didn't know this thing tracked earthquakes," Kevin said.
"It doesn't," Sam said, getting a pen and paper and looking back and forth from the map, "give me a minute and...Wow."
Dean took note of the surprising look on his face. "What?"
"The origin of the quake?" Sam revealed, looking directly at his brother. "It's here...In Asherville."
In Asherville, Kansas, 12:20 AM...
In an abandoned farmhouse...
In a far off farmland, laid an abandoned barn that had yet to be torn down. In the abandoned ruins, a blue, swirling vortex opened up.
First, came out a bonded girl, then a young man, and then a young girl. One by one, each landing on top of each other as the vortex spit them out and disappeared from once it came.
"Oompf!" Samantha groaned, landing roughly on top of Ben. "That was NOT smooth sailing!"
"Agreed," Ben muttered, seeing doubles at the moment.
"Yep," Emma said, disoriented. "Let's all agree to disagree that portal creation is high on the list to NEVER do again. Now can you guys get off of me!?"
While they would if it wasn't for the better lack of trying, the 8-year-old Amazon used her superstrength to roughly push her siblings off of her. Samatha cursed.
Ben immediately felt around for his glasses. "Has anyone seen my glasses? I can't see without my glasses!"
"Hold on, Velma! Give us a minute!" Samantha retorted, shaking out of her disoriented daze. She felt around a bit until she grasped a familiar pair of specs on her right. "Found them! Mind looking around a bit before you put them on."
Taking them in his hand, Ben's vision turned red as he began to look around. "Well, still alive."
"For now," Emma stated, getting up. "Anything else?"
Ben got up and continued searching. "Well, we're in a barn, not ours though. Broken down, empty, smelly. I'd say this place is either set to be demolished or itis returning to the earth on its own."
"Wait! Has anybody seen Jesse!?" Samantha asked frantically. She got up quickly and called out to her older brother, "Jesse? Jesse!?"
"Everyone calm down!" Emma stated. "I'm sure he's here somewhere! He was the first one through! Maybe he came here and left?"
Samatha snapped her head in Emma's direction. "Nuh-uh! No way! Fuck that! Dad said to stay together and Jesse, for all his issues, always followed through on a promise!"
Emma tilts her head back, almost praying to Castiel to give her strength, if not, patience to deal with the young Succubus.
Until she remembered the angel wasn't with them.
"Look, I didn't mean to phrase it like that," Emma assured, placing her hands on her sister's shoulders. "I just meant that maybe he went to look for help or something. Sammy, if he's missing, I swear we will find him. He may be an asshole sometimes, but he's not getting rid of us that easily."
Samatha opened her mouth to say when they heard Ben call out to them. The girls rushed out of the barn to see what exactly Ben was seeing.
For starters, the terrain was all farmland, with no trees in the distance. There was no evidence of rain, chilliness, or evidence of any angelic charge of the heavenly proportions coming their way.
Just where did the adopted siblings of Sam Wesson end up?
"G-Guys?" Samantha stutters in shock. "I don't think we're in Arkansas anymore."