Hello everyone I'm back with another chapter I'm sorry for the longish wait I was procrastinating and then I was sick so all in all it took a little longer than I liked to finish this chapter and I could not finish the first part my muse was not agreeing with me but anyways here is the new chapter. I hope you enjoy!
*note the boys past is from john's perspective because there will be flashbacks from the boys.
Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke.
John Winchester loved his children there was no denying it and after he had lost Mary he had devoted his life to two things, hunting down the thing that killed her and raising their children. Truthfully though when it came down to hunting or the boys, the boys were almost always second.
John cared for Sam and Dean, he did but sometimes all he could see was Mary's body on the celling, blood dripping onto his face and the ceiling erupting into fire.
Still when John came back to the motel after a simple were-wolf hunt to see a bright blue glow coming from underneath the doors. John burst in without a second thought, gun at the ready. And when he was greeted with the sight of a passed out Sam with Dean sitting beside him, well John was concerned.
After that "incident" as John liked to think of it he kept a close eye on his boys more than he would of perhaps if it had never happened. As such, he noticed the tiny little things that were to say anything strange.
X
Often Sam babbled on in his early years about angels and Heaven and the Earth which John assumed this was normal for a child; something he had picked up from the T.V or even Dean. So he brushed it aside and chalked it up to childish wonders and imagination.
When the shtriga attacked Sam and Dean he was almost too late. John had burst inside the room ready to shoot the monster that was hurting his son when a bright pure white light suddenly lit the room up from head to toe. John could see nothing and the light was so intense that he had to close his eyes. When the light had finally died down enough for him to open his eyes he was greeted with the sight of Sam asleep on the bed and Dean passed out on the floor with only an open window to clue him into what had happened. No matter how much he searched the room he could find no explanation even when he consulted Bobby who hit the books and only came back saying something vague about angels which John dismissed immediately.
X
Often times Sam was cold when John touched him, whether it be a pat on the shoulder for getting the information or directing Sam on how to shoot a gun. It was the opposite with Dean who was often warm to the touch, like a living furnace.
The two boys sometimes seemed like opposites; Sam who was always curious, always searching for new information and in whatever town they were in he was in the library searching up the easiest ways to melt iron down. Dean seemed content to just listen to whatever Sam had to say with no real curiosity of his own in that respect.
Dean often obeyed John's commands instantly except when it came to Sam if the command or plan even had a chance of harming Sam then Dean was as stubborn as a mule in denying it. It usually took a great deal of persuasion on Sam's part to convince Dean to go through with whatever John had planned or ordered.
Sam on the other hand usually completely disregarded plans or commands. Sam always seemed to have a plan of his own. One that sometimes ended with Sam getting into huge trouble and the miraculously getting out of it. (Usually with Dean's help but somehow it always turned out okay.)
When the boys fought which wasn't often, but it did happen from time to time it was like thunder and lightning. Their words were often yelled and harsh and sometimes it seemed like they were speaking another language entirely. Sometimes their fights got physical and fist were flying before John could even tell them to stop. But just soon as the fighting started it was over some hidden agreement to stop fighting and make up.
If John had perhaps known more about angels and listened to Bobby then maybe he would have been able to piece together all the little clues that his sons left him.
X
Sam stared at his father with a small frown on his face and a determined glint in his eyes. His hands were balled into fist at his sides and his eyebrows were furrowed. Dean stood in between the two, his eyes switching rapidly between his little brother and his father.
"Please dad this would be a great opportunity for us, I could learn and study so much. They have courses on mythology so I could learn more about the creatures that we hunt every day! They have courses in first aid so I could better learn how to stich up an injury or treat an infection. They have courses in law so when we get captured by the police I can get us out of jail faster because I know our rights. I don't want to become a lawyer, I don't want to get away from this life and have a white picket fence and 2.5 kids! Please you know how curious I am I just want to learn more, knowledge that can help us."
John sighed running his hand through his hair staring at Sam and acknowledging his words. His sons were really growing up and he couldn't be more proud. Sam made good points, he always was very articulate and it was true that Sam had an insatiable thirst for knowledge and was always curious. John sighed thinking of the many questions Sam had asked, "Why does water flow down? How do birds fly? Why is the lady wearing makeup? What are those tall pointy things on that girls feet? Why does that man have hair on his face? How are babies made?"
That had been fun to explain. John shook himself from his musings. The past was the past and it couldn't be changed. John wanted to say yes to Sam but there were a few things he needed to convince him.
"Sam you'll be far away from us wherever we are. What if something attacked you that you couldn't handle? How can we know that you have salt lines at your window or that you're not out partying with some girl? Sam I know you and I do trust you, I'm the one who raised you but I need to know you'll be safe."
Sam listened intently to John's words, taking in every word while trying to think of an answer that would satisfy his father.
"You don't know and perhaps that's one of the benefits, a chance for me to test myself, to see if I can be out alone. Just because I'm at university doesn't mean I won't train or that if there is a hunt near campus that I won't take it up. Dean has more than proved himself, he could hunt by himself if he needed too, but I haven't had the chance. I'm the youngest I know and you both feel like I need to be protected, but I need the chance to explore and find myself and to do that I have to see what life without you, my family is like. Don't assume that I don't want to see you. If you're in the area then stop in and I will gladly have you. But I need this chance, this opportunity please."
John nodded and with a heavy sigh said, "Yes you may go."
Sam smiled, a smile so bright his eyes glowed with happiness he turned to Dean who was happy for Sam but was going to miss his little brother and gave him a hug and into Dean's ear said, "Remember nothing will separate us anymore no demons, no angels you can visit me any time without dad knowing."
Dean nodded a small smile on his face as he pulled back and nodded looking in to Sam's eyes. He pulled his brother in for another hug holding him as if he was never going to let go which in part was Dean's intention even though he knew he couldn't.
"You better figure out all the good bars around campus for when I visit Sammy. Or else I'm going to be bored surrounded by all those nerds like you." Dean said with a smile as Sam smiled before spluttering in outrage about him not being a nerd and how not everyone on campus would be a nerd. Dean just smiled even though his heart ached painfully in his chest at the thought of Sam leaving again.
The small bit of relief was that it wasn't for an eternity, only a couple of years but that didn't do much to soothe the ache and Dean secretly entertained the thought of kidnapping his brother. But that was illegal and God probably wouldn't approve.
Shaking himself from his gloomy thoughts Dean turned to where Sam was sitting on the worn couch with a content smile on his face. Smiling, Dean made his way over to Sam and stole the remote from his hands ignoring Sam's annoyed whining.
X
Sam took a deep breath staring at the large building before him, the place he would be spending a large amount for the next five years. Turning away from the building to look back at the 67 Chevy impala with his family inside he waved to them before turning away and squaring his shoulders. Taking a deep breath he started forward on another chapter in his life.
X
Sam laughed as Brady showed him another girl's profile on one of the many dating websites Brady had created accounts for Sam on. He was always insisting that Sam hook up with someone and had even shown him a few guys but Sam always said no, he wasn't interested in a girlfriend or boyfriend for more than a few reasons.
"Aww come on Sam what about my good friend Jessica she's a total babe and would be perfect for you!"
Sam just smiled ruefully and shook his head indicating that no he did not want to hook up with Jessica. Brady pouted and turned back to the screen a thoughtful expression on his face before it lit up with happiness.
"Sam I found you the perfect girl! Her name is Sarah she likes tall men with dark hair and soulful eyes. That sounds like you my man."
Sam just shook his head he wasn't interested in any girls as they would never be able to understand him and his life was far too dangerous for him to consider taking a girl untrained and unprotected into his life.
Brady sighed and said, "Dude come on! Tell you what if you agree to meet Jessica I will not bother you with any more dating websites deal?"
Sam sighed if he said no it would seem strange, why would he say no? It would stop Brady from bothering him and it's not like he had any reason to hate the girl who he had never met. With a sigh Sam said, "Fine but you have to come as well."
Brady nodded an excited smile on his face glad that his friend had finally agreed. Smiling in a way that could be taken as mischievous Brady started planning on how to get Sam married to Jessica in four years or less! That's what friends were for after all.
X
Sam nervously entered the café shivering from the cold December air, looking around for Brady who said they would meet here. Finally after a few minutes of hopeless searching in the busy café Sam spotted Brady sitting with a pretty girl with blond curly hair.
Quickly making his way over now that he had a destination in mind, Sam soon arrived at the table and slid into one of the unoccupied seats.
"Finally Sam I thought you were never going to arrive!" Brady said with a smile before turning to Jessica and saying, "Jessica this is Sam, my best friend; Sam this is Jessica, is she not as beautiful as I told you?"
Sam and Jessica laughed at their friend and his little matchmaking joke before a waitress paused at their table and set their drinks down.
"One double Grande bold with caramel, chocolate and whip cream. One caramel Frappuccino with cinnamon and one double, double with milk."
The waitress set down their drinks and then swirled off to serve the other customers. Brady with a smile slid the double Grande bold over to Sam ignoring his protest of "I only drink black".
"So Sam what are you majoring in at Stanford?" Jessica asked with a smile trying to keep the peace which was quickly disappearing. Brady was shielding his face with his hands mumbling something about "not the face" while Sam stared at him menacingly ready to move onto the offence. Sam with a gentle smile said, "I'm majoring in mythology but I'm also studying law and medicine. What are you studying?"
Jessica smiled and shrugged her shoulders before saying, "I'm studying geology, it rocks."
She smiled at her own joke before looking at her watch and saying, "I really need to be going sorry I hope we can chat again sometime."
Sam nodded smiling getting up and slipping his jacket on he said, "I need to go as well I have a paper in mythology due tomorrow."
Brady nodded waving goodbye saying, "He had all the spare time in the world." As Sam and Jessica made their way towards the door and the cold night air, Jessica leaned in to Sam's ear and said, "I know you're not interested in me like that and I'm fine with that but maybe we could still be friends?"
Sam nodded a small smile on his face before he said, "Friends I'd like that."
Together they stepped out of the bustling café and into the crisp night air with a wave they were on their separate ways. Sam's mind focusing on the paper he had due tomorrow and Jessica's focusing on the interesting young man she had met.
X
Sam paced restlessly in his dorm, his feet padding across the carpet as he stared at his door waiting. Suddenly a loud knock resounded through the dorm and Sam startled before making his way over to the simple door and grabbing the brass door knob and pulling it open.
He smiled when he was greeted with the sight of his older brother Dean who stepped past Sam and into the dorm room.
"Are you sure your body can handle this Sam? We've waited till now because we wanted your body to be strong enough but if it's not things could get worse."
Dean said with concern as he stared into Sam's eyes. What they were going to attempt, or rather what Sam was going to attempt with Dean there for support was to rid Sam's body of any traces of the demon blood Azazel had given Sam as a baby. You think his grace would have naturally destroyed such an element. But to Sam's surprise and annoyance, demon blood was still running through his veins.
What they were trying to do was dangerous not only because if done wrong the grace and demonic blood could clash inside Sam's body (though the grace would obviously win it would cause internal damage which would be a hassle), but also trigger the powers the blood was meant to give him (also perchance the craving for demon blood).
As such it seemed best to have Dean there as support in case anything went wrong or Sam needed help. Turning to Dean with a confident glint in his eyes Sam said, "Don't worry Dean we can do this, I trust you and I know if anything goes wrong you'll be able to help me. Trust me, my body is ready now, it is strong enough."
Dean nodded and moved a few paces away from Sam who settled onto the soft carpet in a cross legged position and closed his eyes. Sam's body started to glow a pale blue like ice as his grace slowly travelled throughout his body and the light soon filled the room.
Sam slowly let his grace travel through each vein and artery cleansing them or the demon blood. Inch by inch his grace gained ground and traveled through his body starting from his fingers and toes and slowly moving inwards towards the heart, the centre and the most dangerous area.
When Sam's grace neared his heart it seemed to come across a wall of darkness that surrounded his heart. Silently Sam chastised himself for building a wall around his heart. One, so that he wouldn't get hurt, one to protect himself and yet it turned into a barrier.
Sighing he gently pushed his grace through slowly; meeting resistance Sam let the feelings and memories the wall was built of wash over him.
Sin, guilt, grief, anger, hate, sadness, depression, agony, misery and the memories. When he had tempted innocents away from the light. When he had lit a wrath in the people and started wars that killed millions. How he had whispered into the ears of the wealthy telling them to be greedy to hoard their gold, that the peasants didn't need it not even if they died of starvation.
Finally after what felt like an eternity Sam pushed through the barrier suddenly a bright light surrounded his heart and he could almost see a darkness and a light clash. All he felt for a few moments was like he was floating on a cloud or upon the waves with a thunderstorm nearby like he was tempting fate. And then suddenly he was being thrust back to earth and his grace quickly swept through his heart clearing it of all traces of demon blood.
Sam marvelled at what had happened had breaking the barrier done something to his grace? Checking in on his grace and his body everything seemed to be in order. He sighed when he could find no clue as to what had happened he shrugged his invisible shoulders and decided to return perhaps Dean had the answer.
Slowly Sam flicked his eyes open trying to adjust to the darkness that greeted him panting he looked up from the floor to see Dean in front of him a concerned look in his eyes ready to do anything Sam needed.
"It's gone." Sam said breathlessly and Dean smiled and pulled his brother into a light hug before saying, "I knew you could do it little bro."
Sam smiled and pulled his brother in closer and rested his head on Dean's shoulder slowly letting his tired eyes drift shut.
X
Sam stared at Brady who stood before him black eyes flickering with fear. Sam snarled in anger and walked forward watching as the demon before him cowered in fear placing his hand on Brady's head, Sam expelled the demon from his friend's body and forced it against the wall. It distantly registered in his head the sound of Brady's body falling to the floor but all he could think about was the demon in front of him.
Why did Alistair find it necessary to surround Sam with demons? There was his teacher, his prom date and more! Now his best friend had been possessed by a demon. Pushing at the demon with his grace he asked in a cold voice "why did Alistair want you to possess Brady?"
The demon cowered but said nothing so Sam let his grace slice into the demon making it emit a pained moan before it quickly complied and said, "He wanted me to make sure you hooked up with that Jessica chick."
Sam stared at him wanting more of an explanation and the demon swallowed past the lump in his throat before saying, "He thinks you have left hunting permanently and was going to use Jessica to get you back in the game. Lord please have mercy on me, spare me please."
A cold chill ran down his spine as he understood the meaning of the demons words. They would kill Jessica to get him back in the game. Sighing he ran his hand through his hair before turning to the demon and with a snap of his fingers killing the wretched creature.
Turning to Brady, Sam tiredly ran a hand over his eyes; things had just gotten complicated again. Picking up his friend's body and slinging it over his shoulder he started the long trek to Brady's apartment.
X
Sam quickly jumped up from the bed and grabbed the knife from under his pillow, carefully holding it out in front of him he slowly made his way towards the kitchen where the sound seemed to be coming from.
In the darkness he could make out a vague shape but before he could do anything a familiar voice rang out.
"Put the knife down Sammy it's just me."
Sam sighed and turned towards the light switch and quickly flicked it on before placing his knife on a small side table.
"Not that I don't appreciate your company Dean, I do it's just it's kinda of three in the morning and I like my beauty sleep so maybe you could explain why you're sitting in my kitchen at three in the morning?"
Dean frowned and his shoulders tensed as he looked Sam in the eyes and said, "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days."
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