Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Supernatural/Brotherhood characters. They belong to Eric Kripke and Ridley C. James respectively.
Summary: Letters written by Sam during his time at Stanford. Plz R/R I need feedback
A/N: this is completely made up from a dream that I had, only I'm not in this.
Hey everyone! I am soo sorry for the delayed post but I had a major block and then got super busy with school. But I am block free and Finals are over!! Thanks for your patience and love. And thanks to my beta, whom I love very much, Flaming Telepaths and CMT1992 for sending me messages reminding me that people actually like this story, and a superly special thanks to Ridley and Tidia for giving me permission to use excerpts from their stories even though I only used one. I would also like to apologize if there is someone in the word with the name Melanie Travers. I just thought of the name and mean nothing by it. Thank you! -XOXO Samie
Key:
thoughts
Telepathy:
'Dean to Sam' 'Sam to Dean'
'Caleb to Dean' 'Caleb to Sam'
'Dean to Caleb' 'Sam to Caleb'
Chapter 8 (I think)
Last time:
… "It was obvious from what you told me that he doesn't care. I mean really, what is so great about having a normal life? Didn't you do a good enough job with him growing up?"
"Yeah. He did."
Now:
With Sam while last chapter was happening:
Dean? Sam tried to lift his head from the floor and look for his brother, but Dean was no where around. Sam sagged back down in defeat and groaned when his injuries protested the movement. Dean isn't here. He isn't coming. Sam jerked in surprise when he heard laughter coming from behind him.
"See, I told you that no one was coming for you. Hahaha. No body loves whittle Sammy enough to save him." Melanie appeared next him with a device behind her. Oh God! Sam winced in pain as she floated him onto the table. She then proceeded to strap his arms above his head, his feet to the table, and she even put a brace on his face so that he couldn't move.
"No! Please!" Sam screamed as he started to struggle as she turned on the tap attached to the top of the table. A drop of water fell onto the center of his forehead followed by another two seconds later.
"On the off chance that your stupid brother does somehow manage to find and create the antidote…"
"He will. You don't know my brother."
"Who are you trying to convince Sammy? Me? Or you?" Melanie laughed as Sam's hopeful face fell.
"He's trying to convince you!" Melanie turned around quickly toward the voice, incidentally shutting off the tap as her hand fell. She was shocked to see Dean and Caleb standing in the kicked in doorway. Dean gasped as recognition set in and he silently cursed himself.
"Dean!" Sam cried out as he saw Dean and Caleb out of the corner of his eye. Dean grimaced as he looked over at Sam's broken body. He had a deep gash in his side from what Dean guessed to be a knife, there was a bone sticking out of his right arm and multiple cuts and bruises on his arms and face. Caleb laid a hand on Dean's arm to calm him down. But before either of them could react, Melanie slammed the plunger of the syringe that she had into Sam's chest and glowing pink liquid quickly made its way into his heart.
As soon as the liquid disappeared from the syringe, Dean and Caleb disappeared as well. Sam sagged in defeat as Melanie picked up a dagger and poised it over his knee. Sam screamed as the blade tore through skin, muscle, and bone. Blood seeped from the new wound as Melanie disappeared with a shocked look on her face. Sam blissfully passed out.
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When Sam finally came to, he was shocked to here singing coming from all around, but Melanie was nowhere to be found.
"Dean?" Sam called out as he realized where he had heard this song before. Dean had sung it to him every time he had a nightmare as a child. Dean told him that their mother has sung it to them when she put them to bed.
"Dean! Caleb!" Sam struggled to sit up and was surprised to find that his injuries and restraints were gone. When he finally managed to stand up, Sam made his way to the door. Stepping through it he noticed that the usual library motif was gone, replaced with a barren wasteland. Sighing, he started trudging through the sand.
Sam didn't know how long he had been walking when he heard a child crying. Quickly he ran toward the sound only to find… him? Sitting in front of him was a seven-year-old version of himself. Crouching down next to him, Sam noticed that Sammy was scared. Sammy looked up at Sam with trepidation.
"Hey buddy what's wrong?" Sam asked gently. What in the hell is going on?
"De is hurt and its all my fault!" Sammy cried and flung himself into Sam's arms. Sam sat there stunned.
"How is it your fault Sammy?" Sammy looked up at Sam with watery eyes. Then all of the sudden a vision played out in front of them.
Rain started to fall heavier as Dean grabbed WooBee, stuffing him under his arm to free up his hands. He pulled out the old Red Sox ball cap he had stuffed in on a whim and pulled it down on his head. At least it would keep the water out of his eyes as he tried to count the last of his cash.
The heavy, unexpected hand on his shoulder startled him enough to drop WooBee. He whirled around, his ingrained defenses kicking in. Dean was expecting a security guard at the worst, his unwanted grandfather at the least. But it was neither, and coming face to face with the startling white mask right out of one of the slice and dice flicks he and Caleb would watch and make fun of had his mind blanking out in a white hot panic. "What the…
Unlike the sloth-like, steadfast monsters in the slasher films, this thing moved incredibly fast. It struck Dean so hard across the face that he was spun around before his knees hit the cement walkway, the bone-jarring impact stunning him, sending his money scattering across the wet pavement.
Before he had a chance to recover, the thing's claws clamped around his wrist in a crushing grip, jerking him to his feet once more only to deliver another vicious blow he couldn't block. He almost screamed, called out for help. But Dean had been taught that such behavior did nothing but cause his own panic to rise, cloud his thinking, and waste valuable energy that he could use for his defense. His father would be disappointed.
Whether it was the thought of John Winchester, the bitter taste of blood, or the sudden realization he was alone and in real and mortal danger, Dean wasn't sure; but his well-honed instincts kicked in and he lashed out with this feet.
Dean felt the well placed kick connect with his target and was released, his body once again striking the unforgiving ground. Dean lifted his head, catching sight of a stand of trees in the distance. It might give him the camouflage he would need to escape the predator. Without a moment's hesitation he pushed himself to his knees and took off in a sprint towards the shelter.
"If he hadn't brought me my dragons he would have been safe!" Sam looked down at the little boy in his arms. He remembered feeling like that. He even feels like that now, if he hadn't left for college then Dean would have probably slept with Melanie then all of this could have been avoided. Heck they might not have even been in town as long as Caleb and Dean had been.
"Looks like we do this a lot, don't we?" Sammy looked up questioningly so Sam continued, "We try to do something that will keep him safe and we end up hurting him more than what originally would have happened."
"De needs to know why we left Sam. He needs to know that we still need him!" Sammy started to jump up and pull on Sam's arm. Sam got up and allowed Sammy to drag him toward a building. Sam recognized the place and began to feel uneasy about it being in the middle of a wasteland.
"Why are we at Jim's?" Sammy giggled at Sam and pulled him inside. What Sam saw shocked him. There he lay on his bed with John holding onto him, singing. Sammy smiled widely at the sight. Sam could feel his heart break at the sight of his dad's tears.
"Alright squirt, how do I get back into my body?" Sammy rolled his eyes and pushed Sam toward his body.
"You just have to want to go back silly." Sam shut his eyes and willed himself to wake up.
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John jumped as Sam sat up gasping.
"Mac!" John yelled as he tried to push Sam back down. Ignoring John's hands and the others rushing into the room, Sam stood up and began to get dressed.
"Sammy?" Sighing, Sam turned to face them and smiled. Mac, Jim, Bobby and John all had to fight to keep their tears at bay at the sight of that beautiful smile that they had though for sure they would never see again. Sam looked over at John who had allowed his tears to fall. And then, to everyone's shock, Sam walked over to John and sank into his father's strong embrace like he did many years ago.
"I'm sorry dad. I'm so sorry." John broke out of his shock as he felt Sam starting to shake in his arms. John tightened his embrace and began to whisper calming words into Sam's ear.
"Mac, call the boys," Jim said quietly as though he thought that if he spoke just then he would disrupt the scene in front of them, which unfortunately, it did. Sam pulled back and finally looked around.
"Where's Dean?" Mac snapped his phone shut with a groan. He just knew something bad was going to happen.
"None of them are answering." Sam shot a look at Mac as he stood up and walked out the door. Bobby, looking like he was trying not to laugh, followed him as the other men sat there looking confused. Suddenly, they all jumped up and ran after Sam and Bobby.
"Where is he Bobby?" Sam asked tiredly as he searched for his father's keys. Bobby looked doubtful for a moment then handed Sam the keys from his pocket.
"Texas," he answered. And that was all Bobby needed to say as Sam ran outside and got into John's truck. John jumped into the passenger seat just as Sam started to drive away. It was clear that he was still too relieved that his son was actually alive to care that Sam was driving and not himself.
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John vaguely entertained the notion that he should give Sam lessons on driving as they pulled into a bar's parking lot nearly nine hours later, unknown to him that Dean made the twelve-hour trip in eight hours. Bobby, Jim, Mac, John, and Sam all walked inside and noticed that everyone was a little more than freaked out. Apparently Captain Onehelluvabigbrother had struck again, this time leaving a trail of quivering people behind. John was shocked, he had seen Dean go crazy when his brother had been hurt before but this was a whole different thing. He wondered if he made a mistake in raising his boys to be as close as they are. Sam, however, was slightly amused to see that the biker gang had urine stains on their pants. He walked over to a group and tapped one guy on the shoulder. The guy turned to him and let out a sigh of relief. Clearly he expected it to be someone else.
"Have any of you seen three guys around here recently? One would be about…" The guy's frantic nodding cut off Sam, who briefly wondered if this guy had been a bobble head in a past life. Shaking his head slightly, Sam focused in on the conversation.
"They took Eddie." Sam's confusion must have shown because he elaborated, "The bartender. They showed him a picture. I guess Eddie didn't tell them what they wanted to know because they tied him up and took him with them."
"Do you know where they went or who they were looking for?" Sam asked and gave the group his best puppy face.
"Melanie Travers," a woman from behind the biker answered. Sam looked at her and she shrank away until Sam gave her a dimpled smile.
"Do you know where I can find her?" She nodded and rattled off the address, smiling when Sam actually thanked her. John shook his head. I forgot how easy it was for Sammy to get information out of people. And just from looking at them.
They all walked out and could feel the collective sigh of relief as the door swung shut behind them, a fact Bobby wasn't going to forget anytime soon. Now I can finally get them to let go of that damn mongoose incident.
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It took them a half hour to get to Melanie's house and noticed the Impala sitting in the driveway. They quickly got out of their vehicles and carefully crept up to the house. Sam moved quickly alongside Bobby as Jim, John and Mac went around the sides. Sam and Bobby positioned themselves on either side of the door and waited for John's signal. Sam tensed when the conversation flowed through the door.
"It wasn't supposed to be him." There was a momentary lull in the conversation. Then he heard her say something that made his blood boil. "It was supposed to be you." Bobby sent Sam a warning look and Sam backed down to resume waiting.
"Why?" Sam heard Dean ask. Strangely enough he sounded calmer than Sam thought he would.
"You left me! We were having a good time and you left because your stupid little brother called." Sam's blood ran cold. Dean would have been hurt because of him. Again. "I'm actually glad it was him. He deserved everything he got. After all weren't you the one complaining about how Sammy left you all alone, and for what? To go to college?" Bobby glanced over to Sam and became concerned over the self-loathing look on Sam's face.
Dean hates me. Sam visibly deflated at her words because he knew it was true. Well, I'll be damned if she hurts Dean anymore. And with that thought he stood to his full height.
"It was obvious from what you told me that he doesn't care about any one but himself. I mean really, what is so great about having a normal life? Didn't you do a good enough job raising him?" Oh fuck it! Sam thought and pushed open the door, gun trained on Melanie, ignoring Bobby's frustrated eye roll.
"Yeah, he did," Sam said. Melanie, Dean, Caleb and Joshua all looked startled to see him and he could swear he heard Melanie's hopes of getting out alive come crashing down around her.
"Sammy?" Sam turned his attention to Dean and noticed that he was crying. Sam was confused. Dean doesn't cry. Melanie, it seems, took this opportunity to snap out of her shock.
"Aww… Sammy, you're looking good. Are you feeling better?" Sam watched as Dean turned back toward her, gun poised and ready to shoot, and then it happened. Jim, John, Mac and Bobby stormed in just as Joshua knocked Melanie out with the butt of his gun. Sam was surprised to see Dean and Caleb share a smirk.
"Damn Josh. I thought you didn't hit women," Caleb said. Joshua shrugged and looked up; his face was a picture of innocence.
"What are you talking about? She fainted."
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A door opened in a dark kitchen. A light came on to illuminate a young blonde sitting at the table clutching a letter to her chest as tears flooded down her face.
"Jess?" The young woman looked up into the eyes of her close friend.
"He's gone Becky." She thrust the letter at her. "He's not coming back." Becky opened the letter and silently cursed.
Dear Jess,
I'm sorry that you had to find out this way. I'm not coming back. My family needs me more than I need to be there. I just wanted you to know that I love you and will never forget you. But it's better this way. You can meet someone new and have 2.5 kids with someone that can be there for you fully. Things are happening that I have no control over and you would only get hurt if I stayed. Please do whatever you have to so that you can forget about me. I love you.
Love,
Sam Winchester
Becky pulled Jess into her arms and held her. As much as she wanted to hate Sam, she couldn't. She could tell that it hurt Sam to write that letter. She just hoped that Sam wasn't in any danger.
TBC...
On the Wings of a Phoenix ch3 by Ridley C. James and mention if Mongoose Conspiracy by Tidia
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