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Chapter 1 - Sam has an Idea that doesn't go as Planned (They never do)

Sam signed his final note to his brother. He's sure it's the last thing that he will ever write. He can't say everything he wants, but he hopes that his feelings will make it through the inky divide. He only has ten minutes, it doesn't feel like enough, but Sam hadn't planned on leaving anything behind beside the car for his brother to find. Being granted this boon almost felt like a loophole something that will be used against him, but he couldn't not write.

The being he was offering himself to had yet to actually come in person, but after everything that had happened in the past, Sam felt abandoned by them more often than not.

Chuck hadn't given a reason that he was allowing Sam to write the letter, but he figured if God wanted him to write his last words - a memento - who was he to refuse?

Sam places the letter in the envelope provided. He doesn't bother to seal it because no one else will pick it up and read it. He scribbles his brother's name on the front and can't help but give the paper a squeeze like it will remember his touch. The last remaining Winchester places it next to him in the car. It sits in the driver's seat. After all, this is Dean's car, Sam has always wanted to be the passenger. His life essentially started in this car. It's been his home for as long as he could remember. It's fitting that he should die here as well.

"This is what you want." It's not a question; it's spoken from the back seat. Sam doesn't jump. He was alone in the car before, but he knows who it is. It sounds older than he remembers Chuck's voice to be, but Sam doesn't turn to look. He laughs at himself instead. Chuck and been god all along. How was that for a plot twist?

He's lost hope, and he's lost faith. The only thing that matters is bringing Dean back and making sure that his brother stays back. No deals, no trades, nothing. He thinks for a moment that this is ironic because god with a capital G is sitting in the back seat of a beat-up 67' impala but he doesn't have the brain power for that.

"Yes." It's the only yes that Sam has said without a plan behind it. And even though he had said yes to Lucifer in the past - this yes seemed final. He's never been afraid to die. He thinks that he should be feeling something - Sam's only 27 after all - still has his whole life ahead of him. That is if he had been normal.

Winchester's were good however at exceeding normal. He thinks briefly of his Brother and then Cas, Bobby, and even his father. He knows that he received a good deal from Chuck. His soul wasn't even worth one of theirs and yet he was getting all four for a body, mind, and soul that were lower than dirt.

He feels a hand on his neck and hazily wonders if Chuck is going to snap it to complete the deal. He thanks the man or god or however you want to refer to the being in the back seat that he and chosen this death. It's quick - he would know having spent over a decade with the devil.

But then he is surprised, "Whoever said that I was going to kill you, no I have work for you." It's with these spoken words that Sam attempts to crane around to look, but his vision blurs and he's only able to catch startling blue eyes before everything fades.

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Sam awakens slowly, something that hasn't been achieved in a long time. It's like waking from a good dream, under the covers and warm, feeling the fabric against your skin. He wishes that he had more days like this, however, he knows that this is a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity. Sleep has never been easy for him to come by.

He smushed his head farther into the pillow blocking out the little light that was coming into the room, it was soft, not enough to wake, but to bath the room in a golden glow that gives the feeling of warmth. Sam will take all the heat he can get.

The tapping on the window that follows the sun's rays however is harsh and grating. Sam tries to ignore it, going as far as to put the pillow over his head but it's persistent. So stumbling to his feet, getting tangled in the blanket he makes his way over drawing back the curtains brain only working on about an 8th of its normal function.

However, the present rushed back as soon as he realized what is tapping on the window. An owl. His instincts kick in. They should have sooner but Sam gives himself some leeway - he thought he would be dead.

He's tense now, staring out the window at the owl. The owl glares back before giving an insistent tap. Sam goggles at the bird for a moment longer before noticing a letter. Oh.

Sam opens the window and lets the owl in.

The beast gives his fingers an impatient nip as he goes for the letter, and Sam wonders if it's some sort of familiar. As soon as the letter is freed the bird gives him a scathing look (Sam thinks that he needs more sleep) and takes off back through the window. Sam spares a moment to wonder if he should have stopped it from flying off.

But only a moment. Instead, he turns to the letter in his hands. It's made from real parchment, he can tell from the texture and weight alone. Sam decided that if there was any blank space he would keep it. He doesn't have enough money to purchase regular paper let alone parchment.

Sam flips the letter over letting his fingers drag over it. Dean would make fun of him, but quality is something that is hard to come by with their lifestyle unless you count the weapons.

He's still standing in front of the window when he opens it. Reaching in Sam pulls out three sheets of paper. The first is a letter from Chuck - that nocks Sam the rest of the way out of his dream-like state. He turns and sits down hard on the bed. A grunt of frustration leaves his mouth.

He was supposed to be dead - gone - not on earth anymore. Sam will never do It himself (suicide being a sin; he didn't want to go back to Hell), but he was - is - ready to rest. Instead, he is here reading a letter in Chuck's somewhat blocky handwriting about how he's a wizard now, and he's going to be teaching at a place called Hogwarts in two and a half months. The beginning of a new school year.

The letter continues explaining that while most of the witches that Sam has run into over the year are bad, these are born with magic. Sam's not sure he believes that but if Chuck says that Sam himself can do magic, then he'll just have to accept it.

Accepting is all he really can do because he can't go back. He made a deal and he can't break it. He finished the letter and knows his mission. He must teach at this school, show them how to defend against the supernatural - after all as Chuck had so elegant written, letting Lucifer out, and then Eve, and finally the Levanthians had triggered an uprise in monster population. Purgatory was weakened, and the Wizards trying to fight their own war were not all aware, nor equipped to face the inevitable danger that would fall upon them.

Sam didn't know why Chuck had given this task to him. Surly Dean after being pulled from Purgatory would be the better choice - he was the righteous man. But God had given Sam this task, maybe it was because he was already tainted, or maybe it was because the fates liked playing with his life. Either way, he would have to make the most of it. At least Chuck had given him a way in, and the means. Money as Sam read was not an issue for an all-powerful being, the small iron key in his pocket proved that.

He turns to the Second letter and reads:

"Dear Mr. Winchester - Thank you for taking on the Co-teaching role for Defense Against the Dark Arts. You will be teaching the physical portion of the class, which includes -"

Sam hopes that Dean is having a better reintroduction to earth than he is.