Summary: Sequel to 'Anything But Normal.' After Sam was released John decided Sam needed help with his abilities, enter Missouri Mosley. Can Missouri help Sam before the Demon helps himself to Sam? This is a Wee!Chester story. Sam Angst! Dean Angst! And no Winchester story would be complete without a protective Dean torturing Sammy.
A/N: I hope to continue this story for a long time and hopefully I can, but if you want me to continue this Angsty teenage Winchester story keep up the great reviews. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural. And I am not affiliated with the CW Network…Why is life so cruel.
Possession
Missouri Moseley was sprawled out on her couch when she heard glass breaking the background. Her eyes flew open to find Sam on the floor with the remains of her expensive crystal vase scattered around him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you Miss Missouri. I just tripped over the rug, but I'm okay. I promise I will replace it as soon as soon as possible." Sam rambled.
Missouri paid no mind to the boy's excuses. Winchesters don't just fall on rugs, especially when there aren't any. "Don't worry about the vase sweetie. An accident is an accident." Missouri gazed at Sam, he looked dazed and distant. "What's on your mind?" Missouri asked gesturing to the chair across from her.
"I'm just trying to remember what happened last night. I remember being awake after a vision but after that it felt like I was there but… I wasn't there. Like that moment of time didn't exist for me. Do I make sense?" Sam peered back at Missouri with questioning eyes.
"Yes Sam, perfect sense." Missouri smiled at how confused the boy was with his own words.
"Can I use your phone to call dad? I know Dean probably already called, but I want to tell him I'm okay, because I know Dean probably blew it out of portion." Missouri smile faded. She had spent all night phoning John, but received no answer. She just didn't have the heart to tell Sam. "Yeah sweetie, go 'head"
Sam picked up Missouri's M&M's phone and called his father's phone. Sam waited patiently as the phone rang…and rang… and rang… and rang… "Hello Sammy, did you miss Daddy?"
Sam dropped the phone in shock. "It's him" Sam began to mutter over and over again.
Missouri heard Sam mumbling something she could not make out, she just assumed his father had answered the phone or he was talking to the answering machine until she heard Sam gasping for breath.
"Sam, you okay honey?" Missouri said as she made her way over to Sam. She was trying to remain calm for him. "Demon got…to…Dad…He needs…hhelp"
Missouri became nervous after hearing Sam's words. Not only nervous for John, but for the hyperventilating boy on the floor next to her. "Sam calm down. It's gonna be OK." Missouri pick up her phone and tried to see who Sam was talking to, but the only answer she got was a dial tone.
"Sam, there is no one there. Listen." Missouri held the phone to his ear, but they only seem to further his panic. "Dean? Dean help?"
Sam couldn't breathe, all he could concentrate on was how tight his chest was getting. He tried to take in breath, but then his whole body started to shut down on him. He could see Missouri talking to him, but her words were muffled. His limbs felt weird and he was shaking. His vision was starting to tunnel and blur, but he still saw his brother running towards him and grabbing him. Oh god…help me. Dean please help me. I don't want to die. Sam could feel bile tingling at his throat. He knew then he was dying.
Dean was trying to calm his brother, but it was like Sam wasn't there at all. "Sam can you hear me? Try to calm down. Breathe in... Out…. In… out…" Dean thought it was working at first until he heard the gurgling sounds Sam was making. "Missouri what happened? What's wrong with… oh no!" Dean locked eyes with his brother whose skin was turning a tinge of blue from lack of oxygen.
"Dean, I think he is choking." Dean immediately turned his brother on his side and patted his back as the vomit that once blocked his airway rushed out of his mouth in a magnificent waterfall effect. Its smell, equally as magnificent encompassed the room.
Dean and Missouri sat on the floor in those spots, coaxing Sam to breathe in and out for what seemed like forever until Sam finally calmed down and shudders no longer racked his body and he gently slipped into unconsciousness.
"Dean, are you okay?" Missouri asked gently. She already knew the answer, and she had no idea why she even asked.
"What do you think?" Dean retorted, "I'm freaking out!" Dean could feel the sting of tears coming to his eyes. He wiped them away refusing to let any of them fall. He couldn't be weak right now; he needed to be strong for Sam. That was his job as a brother and as his protector.
"It's okay honey. Sam…" Dean interrupted her.
"No. It's not all right. Sam's not all right. I'm not…" Dean stopped, he was on the verge of tears again. This was about Sam and he was making it about himself. His feeling don't matter right now, all he cares about is Sammy.
"I know Dean. Just take your brother upstairs, he needs to rest. I'll clean this up. You two just sleep, you need it."
Dean picked up his lanky teenage brother, and carried him upstairs in a fireman's carry. Every step Dean took his heart broke, his brother looked so broken. Dean hated these visions for what they did to Sammy. "Goodnight little brother" Dean prayed silently for his brother, as he fell asleep next to his brother's bed.
Missouri had just finished cleaning up Sam's little mess from earlier when she heard the doorbell ring. "Mow who could that be at this time of morning." Missouri grunted as she picked herself off the floor and hobbled on slightly numb legs to the door.
"Who is it?" Missouri yelled through the door.
"Missouri, it's John." Missouri was shocked to say the least, "I got you messages. What's wrong with Sam?"
This can't be John. There is no way in hell that John could have made it to South Carolina and back in this amount of time.
"No, your not John….and you must think I'm the dumbest psychic in the world if you think I can't sense that demonic aura around you. It's the size of Texas." Missouri spat out coldly as she slowly backed away from the door as it slammed open.
The demon that mimicked everything that was John Winchester cackled evilly, "You're smarter than I thought you were my dear. Now for the real test." He paused and looked at Missouri with cold, piercing yellow eyes. "Will you come willingly or by force?"
"When it snows in hell!" Missouri spat coldly.
"I'll take that as a yes." The demon retorted as a black cloud escaped John's mouth and flew at a shell-shocked Missouri.
Missouri's once warm, dark brown eyes flashed a sickly yellow as she walked toward John. "Johnny boy, sleeping on the job. What kind of parent are you? Mary would never let this happen." Missouri's yellow-eyed possessor said as he dragged John to an old shed and undressed and gagged him, leaving no room for escape. By the time Missouri had finished John had awoken and was struggling with his bindings. "Well, it's been real." Missouri said as she started to walk away..
"Oh John, how are you going to protect your baby boy now?" Missouri said as she turned off the light by the door and locked several combination and key locks on the shed and walked back to the house.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. The best is yet to come." The demon sang in a cantabile voice.
End of Chapter 5: Possessions
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