My sister and I decided to write our own post-apocalyptic/post-season five story. Hope you enjoy it. Let us know what you think and so we know whether to continue on or not. Cheers
This is a some-what short one, I know. But it gets better and is made up by the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not ours. It is Eric Kripke's.
Chapter 2
Walking up the driveway Sam wanted to turn back with every step. Reaching the door, he let out a breath before finally getting the courage to ring the doorbell. He turned away from the door and scanned the neighbourhood. It was a beautiful place, a safe environment to raise a family and live a normal life. He sighed. It took a moment before he heard footsteps coming towards the door and he suddenly realised he didn't know what to say to Dean.
A conversation ran through his mind briefly, Dean opening the door, confused before closing the door in his face. Or worse. Dean a gun in hand, preparing to shoot him, believing he must be possessed as there is no other explanation for him being on his doorstep. Sam shook off the negative thoughts as he realised the door jingled and opened swiftly. He expected a shocked face back at him, but he was stunned when his gaze locked with a young girls.
The young girl, was probably only four or five years old and stood affixed in the doorway in a polka dot sundress. It made Sam smile. Sam was confused, he was sure this was Lisa's house. The young girl remained standing in the doorway her long brown hair on her hips, a red bow in her hair. "Hey there, umm I seem to have the wrong house, sorry" Sam said to the young girl who finally turned away from his gaze and skipped down the corridor and away from his view.
Okay, I should probably get out of here Sam thought to himself, before he heard a familiar voice "Mary, how many times do I have to tell you not to answer the door to strange…." The voice finally made itself known when the figure reached the door and stood amazed. "Sammy" Dean said staring at Sam. Sam had wanted to say what he had planned. He wanted to say Dean it's me, it's truly me, I survived! Don't freak out! whilst waving his arms and trying to hold his ;jumping for joy attitude; just because he has seen Dean again. But looking at Dean's shocked expression, all thoughts vanished from his mind. He swallowed clearing his throat before replying with the only thing he could seem to articulate "Hey Dean".