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
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not ours. It is Eric Kripke's.
Chapter 3
Dean stood with his mouth open in the doorway, he was definitely shocked. Sam thought his heart had stopped, but when Dean's mouth abruptly closed shut, a look of anger surfaced on his face. Sam knew the look right away. This was the look Dean gave before he sent a bastard to hell. "Mary, go to your room now" Dean spoke seriously, his gaze never leaving Sam's. "Daddy…" the girl called and Sam eyes rested on the little girl stunned. Dean was a dad! His eyebrows raised and Dean spoke again "Mary. Now." Sam's gaze followed the little girl as she turned away from her father and contently skipped down the hallway into a room, before returning his gaze to Dean. Sam opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Dean "Who the hell are you and what do you want?, you evil son of a bitch" he asked staring at Sam. Sam let out a breath and replied "It's me Dean, truly. Can I come inside so we can talk?".
Dean smirked at the demon's reply but a thought flashed in his mind. He had holy water and salt in the house and a silver dagger, if this bastard was in fact a shifter. He didn't want him in the house, so close to Mary. However, it was his best defence. He calmly stepped aside from the doorway and watched as the demon walked inside his home. He thought he was done with Demons, Angels… the hunting. Sam had been dead for six years and these monsters felt it was humorous to, in spite of everything, take the form of the person he cared about. The demons knew Sam was his weakness and had used it against him multiple times. However, after the apocalypse he decided to leave the hunting business and commence a normal life with Lisa, it was a promise he had made to Sam. He hadn't been in contact with demons or angels in six years and thought that part of his life was truly over. Staring at the figure that looked so much like his dead younger brother made him believe that it would never be over. They had finally found him and would send him to hell. 'Ha' he laughed to himself. I'll put up one hell of a fight.
Sam entered the cosy living room, gazing at picture frames on the fireplace of Dean and Lisa's wedding. A family photo of Dean, Lisa, Ben and a newly born Mary. Sam smiled before turning to find Dean smirking at him. "I've got you now" Dean said seriously before opening a small compartment on the book shelf and taking a small gun. Sam was confused as Dean gazed up at the ceiling, causing him to do the same. He saw the celtic symbols and pentagram and returned his gaze to Deans. Dean looked smug "You can never be too careful" he reassured Sam, pointing the gun at him. Sam let out another hasty breath. Was Dean really going to do this? "Dean, please, I'm not a demon" he replied gazing up at the ceiling as he neared the boundary of the pentagram circle and stepped out.
Dean didn't look shocked but he mentally crossed off demon on his checklist. He smiled before throwing something at Sam's face. The water hit Sam's face and he remained staring at Dean "Seriously Dean?" he asked grabbing his hand and wiping the water away from his eyes. "You're a shifter then, I should of known" Dean interrupted before grabbing a silver knife from his belt. Sam grew frustrated now and jerked his hand, taking the knife from Dean's hands. "God, Dean, I'll show you I'm not a shifter" he took a deep breath, tensing his muscles and pressed his lips together, pressing the knife into his skin, leaving a bleeding cut.
Dean gazed at the wound on Sam's arm before resorting to the final thing on his checklist. He aimed at Sam's shoulder and shot him with rock salt. Sam cursed aloud, his hand gripping his shoulder as blood trickled down his shirt.
"Dammit Dean, what the hell?" he asked wincing slightly from the pain as Dean dropped his gun and ran to Sam's aid.
"Shit it's really you, this is un-fricken-belivable!".
"That's what I've been trying to tell you, but you fricken shot me!".
"It was just rock salt; I thought you maybe were a spirit".
"Well couldn't of you just threw salt on me" Sam replied infuriated that his brother actually shot him.
"Yeah, but I hadn't had salt on me, only a salt loaded gun" Dean replied grabbing Sam off the ground and directing him to the couch.
He quickly left the room and returned with bandages, alcohol and a needle and thread, beginning to stitch up Sam's arm. When he finished, they sat in silence, Dean breaking the silence first. "I'm sorry but I didn't sacrifice myself this time, I have no idea how you got out of hell" he said his eyes on the floor. Sam nodded "I know, Cas told me". "Cas?" Dean's eyes shot up. "I thought he returned to heaven?" he added. "Nah, he's still on earth, we've been working together for the past few years" Sam responded. Dean glared at him "Few years… how long have you been back?" he asked Sam. Sam sighed… "'I woke up in the field minutes after I fell into the pit. I didn't know how I survived, it wasn't possible" Dean got up off the chair now and started pacing back and forth. "You mean to tell me, you've been alive for six years Sammy… does Bobby know you're not dead? I swear to god, if he knows, that son of a bitch has been lying to me for years..." Dean was furious and Sam interrupted before his voice grew louder. "No no, Bobby thinks I'm dead, I thought about telling him but I knew that he would tell you and I didn't want that." He stopped. "I didn't want you to know I was alive" he replied his gaze not meeting Dean's. Dean stopped pacing and turned to Sam "Then why are you here?" Dean asked annoyed with a hint of confusion in his words. Sam let out a breath. "Dean, it's not over, I thought it was, but Cas came to me a few years ago and told me I needed to fight" Sam tried to explain but the look on Dean's face told him he wasn't explaining it well.
"What, like the apocalypse is still upon us?" Dean questioned annoyed. "I don't know, he doesn't trust me like he trusted you. He just told me to reunite with you. You're still chosen" Sam responded glaring at Dean now. Dean however, shook his head continuously. "I have a life now, I don't hunt anymore". Sam nodded "I see that, you named her after mum" Sam said referring to Mary. Dean's face saddened, "If it was a boy, we would've named him Sam" he replied and Sam smiled. Dean changed the subject then "So what? I'm supposed to leave everything and go back on the road with you and Cas" he asked sceptical. Sam just shrugged in his seat. "I think that's what the angels want" he responded. Dean began to pace again as if he was contemplating decisions before he stopped and abruptly turned his view on Sam. "Cas!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Cas you come down here, don't get my brother to do your dirty work you bastard!" he replied yelling at the ceiling. "Daddy?" a voice came from behind and Dean turned to find his daughter staring at him curiously, her body hidden behind the wall, her face only visible as she watched in the doorway. "Honey" Dean said and the little girl ran into the room towards her dad before turning to view Sam on the couch. "Why you talking to the stranger?" she asked her dad confused. Dean just smiled before kneeling and picking her up. "This is no stranger, this is your Uncle Sam" he replied smiling at Sam. The little girl's eyes brightened and smiled, waving at Sam. Sam smiled back.
"Dean, it's good to see you again" a voice chimed through the silent room and Dean turned around to find Castiel at the corner of the lounge room. His hair unbrushed and wearing a suit and trench coat. He looked the same as usual. Dean smirked putting Mary down and telling her to sit near Sam on the couch. "I could say the same, but I'm finding it a little hard, seeing as you've kept me in the dark for six years" he replied and Castiel put his head down. "I was told not to have any contact with you until it was time" he replied calmly. "Time for what?" Dean asked. But Castiel remained silent. "Dammit Cas, time for what?" he asked again, emphasising his words with a strong voice. Castiel looked up at Dean. "I have orders not…". Dean interrupted. "Screw you and screw your orders. I risked my life for your orders. Sam" Dean pointed at Sam still sitting quietly on the couch. "risked his life for your orders. I'm not doing it anymore" he replied. Castiel strolled up towards Dean and met his eyes. "Your daughter is in danger" Castiel responded with a serious tone that made Dean stop dead in his tracks. "What?" Dean said, looking over at his daughter who looked innocent sitting near Sam on the couch. "I've already said too much, just you need to leave with her now" he responded vanishing, leaving Dean, Sam and Mary alone in the lounge room surprised and silent.
Dean stood silently in the room, Sam glaring at him. "Get Mary, were going to Bobby's. Now". Sam just nodded and picked the little girl with his good arm. She seemed to smile at this. "What about Lisa?" Sam asked and Dean swore. Sam grimaced, "Seriously Dean, your child's in the room" Sam replied and Dean gave him a look. "Exactly, she's my child and she's heard the word before" and smiled at his daughter as she nodded her head in agreement. "Daddy said a bad word" she giggled. "Well I guess, you won't claim father of the year" replied Sam laughing and Dean smiled. "Nah, just saviour of the human race" and to that they walked over to the classic black '67 Chevy Impala that sat in Dean's driveway.
When Sam got into the passenger seat, he couldn't help but giggle. To his surprise in the review mirror, he saw a baby seat. "Wow, my brother really changed his ways?" he asked as Dean got into the driver's seat.
"Hey, shut up dude. It's all about safety".