Is this a WIP? Yes. Will this be updated consistently? No. Will it ever be finished? It's a mystery. Read at your own risk.
If you do read it, thanks for stopping by :)
No beta, sorry for the mistakes I didn't catch.
P.S. I don't own Supernatural :(
Chapter 1 - Caught in the Storm's Eye
"If you walk out that door - don't you ever come back" John's words rang through the tiny kitchen of the place they were renting in the middle of backwater America.
Sam sees Dean off to the side, frozen like a deer in headlights. This hadn't been the situation he had envisioned. He had meant to talk to Dean beforehand.
His father had taken that option away when he had found the letter in the bottom of Sam's bag. The 18-year-old had no idea what John had been looking for in there but he was sorry that it had turned out this way. If only because Dean would get the wrong impression from all of this.
Sam looks from his dad to the letter and then chances a glance at his older brother. The spooked look is gone. In its place is the hunter that his brother had become. The hard edges and a grim line chilled into his face where his mouth was.
Dean's lips were bloodless pressed so tight. Sam wondered if he would say anything. He turns back to his Dad who is waiting for an answer. An answer that Sam knows he will get wrong because it's not what his father is looking for.
He's leaving, and he knows that it will tear them apart. He can't stay either. That will tear him apart.
"Okay. Okay," Sam says twice. It feels like a betrayal, poison dripping from his lips. He refuses to look at his brother. He looks at John instead. It doesn't hurt as much that way.
It wasn't a secret, or he didn't think so. He would always put Dean before his father, but one thing he couldn't do was put Dean before this.
This was his chance to get out - to be free of hunting. Of course to both his brother and his father. Hunting and Family intertwined so closely that neither could live without the other.
Sam didn't know if he could live without Dean.
That doesn't stop him from picking up his bag and walking out the front door.
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It's dark when the door slams behind him. No-one follows. Sam thought that Dean might. He waits for two, three, five-ten minutes by the Impala, but the door doesn't reopen and the curtains don't budge from their shuttered embrace.
Sam leaves. He doesn't steal a car. If he's going, everything has to be left behind. There are still two months till college starts. The letter he had painstakingly hidden had been found before its time.
He thinks about going to California anyway - to establish some form of normal, but all he really wants is some form of comfort. After all three lives had been changed that night.
Sam thinks for a moment. Bobby's place comes to mind. While he had always felt a little on the outside with the hunter (Dean had always been the favored) he knew that the old man would never turn him away.
Hopefully, he could stay for a month, save some money and be ready for the fall semester.
Decided Sam starts walking. He's not far from the South Dakota border, and while he is already missing his brother, this couldn't have been a better coincidence.
By the time he makes it to the states border night has turned to dawn. He was hard-pressed to see the rising sun however, thick clouds had rolled in overhead. They blocked everything, and if he squinted he could see lightning in the distance.
No cars pass, and he finds himself jogging lightly, looking for someplace to take shelter. There's nothing but miles and miles of flat land. Sam looks back. The storm is almost on him. The first drops of rain pelt his back. Thunder roars the first of many. It sounds like footsteps - or wing beats.
Sam doesn't stop. There's nowhere to go, but it's better than standing still. He wonders if this is karma showing him how foolish he is. How young and foolhardy. Lightning flashes again, and the Dakota rain is so thick he can't see feet in front of him. He runs into something, and finds himself on the ground, mud up his boots and in between his fingers.
Sam looks up, his face gaining streaks of mud as he swipes at the bangs plastered to his face. It is a man. Taller than his six-foot frame. He opens his mouth and finds that he can't speak.
Hazel brown and muddy gray eyes meet. Lightning flashes again and Sam sees electricity arc through the eyes of the other. The light comes again, and Sam's eyes reach farther behind the man. Something black reaches past the man's shoulders and Sam thinks they could be wings.
He scoots back and tries to stand. Sam doesn't bother running. There is still nowhere to take shelter.
"You do not run" The man speaks and Sam hears him clearly despite the weather. It's not a question and Sam doesn't answer. He's not sure but he thinks that there is a touch of curiosity in that voice.
"This rain, it purifies. It's the first step." The man continues. He looks almost proud now. His gaze was still on the younger Winchester.
Sam's mouth is dry. He tries not to think of purity and how he has always felt less. Thunder rumbles overhead.
"You are mine"
There's an arch in the sky. All he knows is pain.
The voice, rumbling with thunder follows him down into darkness.
"Mine. My hunter, My chosen."
Thanks for Reading!
Based on the small amount of lore (like minimal guys) anyone has an idea on what found Sammy?
Really though this was just a plot bunny. I have no plan. Oops.