=O 2012 already? Seriously? Wow o-o last year went by FAST! HAPPY *belated* NEW YEARS! 8'D Lolz...anyways...here's the new chapter :)
8D NEW EPS OF SUPERNATURAL BEGINS 2NITE! oAo FINALLY! I cannot wait! X3 *Then again, I know it's gonna be super sad ;w;*
But I'm stoked for next week's ep especially owo I'm really curious to know who this "old friend" of Sammy's is gonna be O-o
And I hadn't realized I had made a tiny mistake till I was re-reading this story. In an earlier chapter, Sam asks how they would kill a witch...when he'd basically already knew how since he stabbed one in the prequel ._.; I'm so sorry for not catching that sooner...I tend to 4get details. I try not to QwQ Now I feel bad...so if anyone sees anymore mistakes of any kind...please let me know D:
But I still hope you enjoy this, no matter what :) I love writing it! X3
And thank y'all for ur awesome reviews! X3 They mean a lot!
This ep takes place between the season 1 eps "Scarecrow" and "Faith"
Supernatural: Eric Kripke! :D
Sam opened the fridge to grab the milk for his cereal and noticed that they were running low. In fact, the entire kitchen looked like it needed restocked. He decided that a trip to the store later was in order. The young hunter had awoken before everyone else, once again brutally awoken by a disturbing nightmare of Jessica. He had tried to go back to sleep, but found it futile. Usually Dean was there to comfort him and somehow ease him back into a slumber, but since he was deaf, he wasn't able to hear the distress of Sam's nightly plague, so he was left to try and deal with it on his own. He knew it was silly of him. He was 23 years old and still needed the comfort only his big brother could give him. But he didn't care, he loved Dean as much as Dean loved him. Nothing anyone could say or do would break them apart. And they'd rip apart anyone who dared to try.
Sam smiled fondly as he recalled all the times Dean had always been there to save and protect him, whether from bullies or demons. Soon enough, the horrible nightmare that kept him up for nearly two hours was slowly beginning to diminish. Sam heard gentle, tender footfalls on the steps and stepped out of the kitchen and smiled sadly as he worriedly watched a haggard Dean carefully making his way down the stairs, both hands gripping the railing tightly as he gingerly felt for the steps so that he didn't fall. Clare was trailing behind him, patiently waiting for him to make a successful descend on each step before she followed. She was looking up at Dean with big green eyes. Sam chuckled and moved to help Dean the rest of the way.
Dean flinched when he felt a hand wrap around his right wrist.
"It's just me," Sam tapped gently. Dean breathed a breath of relief and allowed Sam to guide him the rest of the way and into the kitchen where he was sat in one of the kitchen chairs. Clare hopped up onto Dean's lap and sat down, purring as Dean began to stroke her back.
"You hungry?" Sam asked, moving a chair closer to his big brother before sitting down.
"A little," Dean replied, wincing. He had one hell of a headache. It was what had finally gotten him out of bed. He had just been heading downstairs to get him some painkillers when his little brother arrived. Sam noticed the wince and frowned.
"You okay?"
"I just have the headache from Hell," Dean groaned as a sharp pain lanced behind his eyes.
Sam immediately stood up and ran to the medicine cabinet in the library. He felt a pang of guilt as he heard the panicked, worried voice of Dean calling out for him. He quickly grabbed the Ibuprofen and rushed back just as Dean was starting to rise from the chair.
"Sshh, it's okay, I'm here," Sam tapped on Dean's shoulder before laying his hand on it. He then opened the pill bottle with the other hand, shook out two pills, and pressed them into Dean's palm. "Take these. They're Ibuprofen," he added quickly, seeing Dean's worried look.
Sam remembered how loopy Dean got with medicine, but he figured that the pills were harmless and wouldn't make him disoriented. At least, he hoped they wouldn't. Dean sighed and nodded before popping them into his mouth, grimacing at the bitter taste. Sam chuckled and stood to get him a glass of water, which Dean gulped down and nodded his thanks to Sam.
"You'd make a great nurse, Sammy," he said, throwing his little brother a snarky smirk, making Sam roll his eyes. "Cute little mini-skirt and low-cut top…."
"Dude…" Sam cut him off with a rough tap on the head. "That's your kind of nurse you're envisioning me as, and it's kinda creeping me out, dude."
"Ah, you're just jealous you won't be able to pull off the look, Samantha," Dean continued to tease.
Sam laughed. "Shut up, Deanna."
Dean scoffed. "Deanna? Really? That's your best comeback? Man, that's weak, dude! Bush league!"
Sam shook his head, happy that they were reliving another childhood pastime.
John and Bobby entered the kitchen, both smiling as they saw the boys up and laughing. Sam looked up and let Dean know who had come in.
"Hey, you two," Bobby greeted, heading over to the coffee maker. A fresh brew was waiting for him. Sam had made it fifteen minutes ago. "How'd you two sleep?"
"Like a baby, what about you, gramps?" Dean responded after Sam told him what Bobby asked.
Bobby mock-glared at him and whacked him upside the head.
"Tell your brother I would've slept fine if two idjits hadn't decided to play wrestling at 3 am."
"Aw, c'mon, Bobby," Sam protested, smiling. "It was 12 am!"
"What's the difference?"
"Apparently none since either way you didn't get the beauty sleep you really need."
"Watch it, boy," Bobby pointed a finger at Sam. "I may be older than you, but I still can kick your ass nine ways from Sunday!"
"Better listen to him, Sammy," John said from his seat across from his sons. "He's telling the truth."
"No way, I can so take him," Sam said. He was tapping out everything that everyone was saying on Dean's shoulder so he wouldn't be left out in the conversation.
"You two are morons," Dean scoffed. "I can take you both with my hands tied behind my back and without blinking!"
The four men then laughed aloud. None of them has ever felt this way before. It was a great feeling.
"Oh, um, by the way, you're running low on milk and other stuff," Sam told Bobby as the older hunter went to the fridge to grab the jug for his coffee.
"Ah, I know. I've been meaning to run to the store, but what with Dean's, err, incident, I've completely forgot about it."
"No worries, I was about to ask if you wanted me to go." Sam said.
"How about I go instead?" John suggested. The two other men looked over at him questioningly. "What? It's the least I could do. Dean could come with me."
"Hell no," the dark gleam in Sam's eyes returned as he grasped Dean's wrist protectively.
"Whoa, Sammy. At least buy me dinner first," Dean quipped.
Sam ignored him. "That witch is still gunning after Dean, there's no way I'm letting him out of my sight."
John rolled his eyes. "But you had last night, and Dean could've been snatched then."
Sam's grip tightened as this dawned on him. But he couldn't let his father win this argument. "You don't have anything to stave off the witch."
"Then let me borrow the knife you used to kill the first witch."
Damn.
"Who knows if it'll kill this witch, Dad! She could be more powerful! How could we be sure that the knife will kill her?"
"Well we won't know till we try, now won't we?"
Damn it, again!
Sam tried to come up with more points, but found his mind blank. John sneered.
"Sam, don't you think you're being a little too overprotective?"
Sam looked up at him incredulously. "Is that some kind of trick question? Of course I am! That bitch is after Dean and I'm not going to let him go anywhere without me!"
"Sam, I think I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my own son," John growled.
"Oh really? Then where we you for the past 27 years?"
John fell silent. Bobby looked nervously between the two Winchesters. Dean sat quietly, trying not to freak out since he had no idea what was going on.
John stood up, as did Sam.
"Sam, c'mon, I know I haven't exactly been the best father to you two, but I'm trying to make amends here. Just let me take Dean with me so he and I can spend some quality father-son time together, okay?"
Sam bit his lip apprehensively and looked down at his big brother with worried eyes. He knew he was going to regret this decision later, but maybe John was right. Dean could probably need some father-son bonding time. He sure deserved it and John owed him big time.
"Fine, but you better keep a close eye on him, or so help me I will kick your ass into next week." Sam said with a stern glare and truthful tone.
John rolled his eyes. "I get it, Sammy." He then walked over to Dean and set a hand on his shoulder. Dean jumped but relaxed when John tapped that it was just him.
John helped him stand.
"Where are we going?" Dean asked, looking fearful. Sam felt his gut clench and he stepped forward to tap his answer on Dean's shoulder.
"Dad is going to take you to the store with him to grab some groceries for Bobby. Are you going to be okay?"
Dean took a shaky breath before nodding. "Yeah. I uh, I think I will. I mean, Dad's a lot like you. I'm…sure I'll be fine."
Sam didn't miss the hesitation in his brother's response. "If you don't want to go, that's fine."
"No, no, it's okay. I swear," Dean persisted, shaking his head. "I'll be fine. I mean, I really need to get out. I've been cooped up for so long, I think I was beginning to develop agoraphobia. Fresh air will do me some good. I'll be find, Sammy. Don't worry."
"Dean," Sam said, smirking softly. "First of all, you're rambling, which you only do when you're really nervous. Secondly, if you're sure you're alright, then go ahead. But please be careful!"
Dean smiled and clasped Sam's shoulder. "Thanks, Samantha, glad to know you care."
"Shut up Jerk," Sam smiled, knocking away Dean's hand. "I'm serious."
"I know, Bitch. And I will. Promise!"
Few minutes later, Sam watched cautiously, biting his thumbnail, as Dean and John got into the Impala and drove out of the yard. Bobby came up behind him and placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder.
"Sam, they'll be fine. Your daddy is a good man, and he'd be damned if anything happened to Dean under his watch."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Sam sighed. The two then went back inside.
Meanwhile, the blue-eyed raven from the night before left its perch from Bobby's roof and swiftly followed the big black car on silent wings.
"Soon, I will have my revenge. I'm so close, dear Sister. He will pay."
SPNSPNSPN
They reached Wal-Mart an hour later and John pulled into the closest handicapped parking spot nearest the entrance before getting out and opening the passenger side door to help Dean out.
"You ready, sport?" John asked, forgetting about Dean being unable to hear him. He cursed under his breath. Great way to start this bonding moment. He tapped his question out on Dean's shoulder, and Dean nodded. They headed inside, unaware of a hooded, cloaked figure silently following them, disappearing just before entering the door.
SPNSPNSPN
"Okay, I think we're done here," John told Dean. They were in the frozen food aisle. Dean had his hands in his pocket and he was shivering.
"G-good," he chattered. "C-can w-we p-p-please g-get out of A-Anarti-tica, n-now?"
John laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder, grabbing the cart with the other hand and maneuvered them out of that aisle. "We're going to stop in the cereal section then we're done. Do you want anything?"
Dean looked at him with what he hoped was a pleading face complete with pouty lips and puppy-dog eyes, despite them being milky-white.
"Peanut M&Ms?" he suggested in a tiny voice, trying to make himself sound cute.
John laughed and led him into the sweets aisle and grabbed two large bags of the preferred candy for him and placed them into the cart.
"There, but don't blame me if you get cavities." John tapped Dean's shoulder before turning around and pushing the cart away, momentarily forgetting that Dean couldn't hear or see him moving away. John wasn't paying attention to whether or not Dean was following him. He should have.
Dean had no idea his father had left him, and by the time he did, he was beginning to panic. His breathing quickened as he held his hands out, touching each side of the aisle and began moving forward tentatively, calling for his father with a scared, shaky voice. Someone grasped his right arm a minute later and Dean gasped, jumping nearly a foot in the air. But he recognized the firm grasp of his father and let out a breath of relief.
"Dammit, Dad! Don't leave me like that again! Sammy would kill you if you lost me in Wal-Mart!" He meant it as a joke, but when his father didn't acknowledge it, he began to feel worried.
"Uh, Dad? You okay?"
But he received no answer, just a harsh tug as his father literally began dragging him down the aisle.
"Ow! Dad! Stop! Let me catch up! And ow! Dammit! Let off the vice grip, will ya?"
He remained being ignored, wondering what all of this must look like to the other patrons of the store. Apparently everyone had no soul because no one stepped up to John to tell him to be gentle with his handicapped son.
A few minutes later, Dean began to feel cool air on his skin and a bit of an earthly smell. They must be somewhere near or in the gardening area of the store. But why the Hell were they back here?
"Does Bobby need some more angelica root or sage?" Dean tried asking, but once again was ignored. "Dad!"
Suddenly, they stopped and Dean stumbled, falling onto his hands and knees, the stank of fertilized flowers filling his nostrils. He sneezed twice, hoping that he wasn't allergic to anything in here. That'd be just his luck; being allergic to some pansy plants.
"A little help here?" He reached out a hand, but John didn't move to help him.
Instead, he felt a small hand with slender fingers press onto his forehead. Wait a minute, those weren't the hands of his father's. But before Dean could do anything to ward off the newcomer, a flash of pain seared through his brain and he collapsed, unconscious onto the ground.
"At last….I have you in my grasps. You will pay with your life, mortal." a cold, feminine voice sneered.
The witch stood up and looked around, smiling maliciously. Everyone around her was frozen in time, looking like mere statues. She then looked back down at the unconscious hunter.
"And this time…no one will be able to save you."
Sammy's gonna be ticked :3