Rain
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Summary: Kittatinny Ridge has been quiet for almost 130 years, after a devastating murder of over 14 travelers but a crazy innkeeper. But he has come back, and this time it is deeper than just a rogue spirit. Can Sam and Dean figure out what is going on?
A/n: I don't think I'm very good at writing Sam… that's why there is barely any dialogue in this chapter. Originally this was going to be the back story on the legend, but it probably changed.
I have also given up watching the TV Show Supernatural (even though it is my ALL TIME FAVORITE) because they moved it to Thursdays, and that is the day that I work. Damn it.
And last night's episode was amazing, but Dean didn't have the best line (sorry to say) it was the apartment lady… "Your alarms are about as useful as boobs on a man…" or Sam… "You need to start thinking with your upstairs brain…"
Set After: Shadow
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to… the WB… CW… whatever it goes by now… but I am putting my own spin on the ghost story.
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"No Explanation"
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Sam's eyes slowly opened. His head was pounding as bright sunshine met his eyes. He closed them. What the hell had happened? His mind was a blank. But at least it wasn't raining. Even if the sun was giving him a headache.
He took a few deep breaths and forced himself do sit up, eyes opening again, the sun once again blinding him.
As he forced himself up, he found his hands slipping backwards and gravity almost wanted to send him flying back, but he caught himself in just enough time. He lifted his arms up and discovered quickly that he was completely covered in mud.
Mud. From the rain.
Then like a train hit him, the memories from what had happened the previous night came flooding back to him.
Dean.
Even though his muscles were hurting him, Sam soon found himself up on his feet, the warmth of the sun warming his otherwise cold skin. He tried opening the door, but there was no luck. Fuck.
He started banging on the door. "Dean, can you hear me?" he shouted. He didn't get any response except for the chittering of birds in a nearby tree, which then flew away.
Damn it.
"Dean… please?" Sam shouted, not caring that he was getting the door all muddy.
Still nothing.
Sam took a deep breath. There had to be an explanation for this. There just had to. There was an explanation for everything. Right?
Slowly, Sam walked over to the window and looked in. Nothing looked out of the ordinary at all. It looked… just like he remembered it from last night. He took another deep breath, trying to think of an explanation. Nothing came to mind at all.
He turned and looked for the Impala. It was gone. Wait. The Impala was gone. Had Dean left? Had Dean left him there? No. He couldn't have.
"SAMMY?"
He had heard Dean last night. From inside the house, when he had been locked out. Dean hadn't left. Something had taken the Impala. Dean was gonna kill him.
Sam took a few more deep breaths. There had to be some explanation for why the Impala wasn't here and why Dean was obviously still in the locked house.
There was something wrong with the house. It was one screwed up house, that was for sure. Sam looked inside the house again. Nothing looked moved from last night. Nothing seemed different. It was as if him and Dean had never been inside of the house at all.
A small shiver ran down Sam's spine.
Something obviously didn't want him here. It was willing him away, but Sam wasn't going to leave that easily. A chilling wind blew, sending more shivers through Sam's body. He just continued looking through the window as if something would change, even though deep down he knew it wouldn't.
The house was quiet.
He sighed as he turned around. Where was Dean? And why the hell was the Impala gone?
There had to be an explanation for it. But deep down Sam knew that he didn't know the explanation for it. Maybe there was one, but he didn't know it.
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The next thing Sam knew he was walking at the edge of the road, trying… no… hoping to find a car. He had no clue where he was, but he knew just standing outside of a locked house would do no good for Dean. Maybe Dean wasn't even in the damn house. He didn't even know.
He just kept walking and walking. There were no cars on the road. None what-so-ever.
Kinda strange.
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Night came too soon for Sam's liking, and he still had yet to reach any sign of civilization besides the Schambacher Tavern he had left that morning. And worst yet, Sam was beginning to feel tired.
The road was dark, he could barely see where he was going. The only way he could tell he was still on the road was the fact that there was a huge difference between walking on the hard macadam and the mushy mud.
Now Sam was just walking in hopes of finding some sort of light. Any sign of hope somewhere. His cell phone was dead, he had no clue where Dean was and something about this mountain didn't like him.
Suddenly, he was met with bright lights. Lights he hadn't seen before. They just came upon him, and they were coming straight at him.
With no time to react, Sam knew that the car was going to hit him. He put his hands up to his face, as if that would help keep the car from hitting him.
The bright light engulfed him, but he never felt the pain of the car actually hitting him.
Had the car hit him? He really didn't know. The bright light completely engulfed him.
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A/n: I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be Dean, but it may be a while, I'm leaving for a vacation Friday and work Thursday so hopefully it'll be up soon…
And it is gonna be difficult for me to write, so it may be a while for an update… and I was watching Saw II last night, and was wondering, what a good idea… Saw meets Supernatural. Tell me if you like it… and I may work on that as well…
Thanks to my amazing reviewers: M.Kena, Ghostwriter, Alyssa Halliwell, Nate and Jake, ashlyns, and pmsdevil01.
PS. If anyone can remember the nice loving conversation Dean and Sam had in last night's episode about Sam going back to Stanford, please tell me, my memory sucks… and I think I might have dozed off during that part (it sucks watching TV when you're sick)…
