CAPTIVE
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Prequel to "House of Fear" and "Blood Ties". Two years pre "Pilot".
DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB. I only own Cassie and any other vampires.
CHAPTER ONE: NEW GIG
Sixteen-year old Sam Winchester grabbed the shotgun and cocked it, making sure the recoil was working right. He pointed, imagining some sort of demon or creature at the receiving end of the rock salt-laced bullet. Then, he sighed. What I would give to be normal, he thought to himself. However, he kept silent. With his luck, his father would hear him and they'd get into another one of their fights.
"Sammy?" a voice called. Sam let out a sigh of frustration.
"It's Sam, Dad," he corrected. Then, "What?"
"Dean just called. He said the werewolf problem in New Hampshire is taking him longer than he thought," John Winchester told him.
"So does that mean we're holding off on the Santa Cruz gig?" Sam asked, trying not to sound hopeful.
"No. We'll just have to do it ourselves," John replied.
"Dad, are you sure that's wise? I mean, you said yourself that this vampire was really powerful," Sam pointed out.
"Sam, we can do this ourselves. I trust you, son. I have faith in you," John responded. Sam smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. While his father's words were encouraging, Sam would rather be worrying about the math test he had coming up. It was algebra, his most hated subject. Yeah, he liked school, but he loathed algebra.
"But Dad, it's---I---" Sam faltered.
"What, Sam?" John asked in annoyance.
"I have this really big algebra test coming up and---" Sam started to say.
"Sam, we have more important things to worry about," John interrupted angrily. He then grabbed his things and went out to his truck. Sam seethed inwardly. He never listens to me! All he thinks about is hunting! he thought to himself. He angrily threw the gun into his duffel bag on top of and his algebra book and zipped it up.
"Sam, let's go!" John called from outside. Sam grabbed his bag and placed it over his shoulder.
"Bossy, tyrannical, fanatical..." the younger Winchester's complaints were lost as he slammed the door shut.