Disclaimer: I stole this way to say no from another story.
A/N: Dude I'm gonna sneeze... wait no. Err-- hiya folks! I'm keeping steady with four reviews a story right now-- haha-- that's awesome actually. It's almost Christmas eve! This story I'm posting right now is special. It's one that's dedicated to an awesome person, and friend, Alisa. Some of you may know who she is, and some maybe not-- but this story is for her. I started it quite a while ago, and it's writen in a really weird way. I had fun with this story because I got to make Sam and Dean make fun of me... haha-- you'll have to read it to figure out what I mean. Well-- here's to Alisa-- cheers!! Enjoy everyone! (oh right-- and as per promise, and as an early Christmas gift to you all-- I've updated 'A Windy Story' as well...)
Title: Alisa's Story
Genre: Pretty much everything... haha...
Summary: After digging through the extra's in this story, the underlying plot would be this: Dean's going down a highway late at night when suddenly everything goes dark. When light penitrates his world again, Sam is missing from the seat beside him...
Alisa's Story
The sun was setting in the horizon, shooting bright orange, reds and yellows into the sky. The dusty gravel road was old and abandoned except for the loan car. The sleek, black 1967 Chevy Impala sat horizontally, the two brothers standing outside it.
Dean wore his trusty leather jacket, worn jeans and a t-shirt which he couldn't ever remember buying. His little brother, Sam, donned a similar attire in his jeans and a blue t-shirt, his rough, shaggy hair nearly falling to his bright green eyes.
Dean looked at Sam, a smile spreading across his handsome face, "So we're here for this chick, Alisa, right?"
Sam laughed, "Good job genius-- you get that from the title, or your own intuition."
"Shut-up."
"Ok," Sam took a deep breath and stretched his muscular arms out in front of him, "So this is a story, and every story has to have a--"
"Hero," Dean interrupted with a grinned, "…yours truly."
"Yeah?" Sam shot a look at his brother, "And what the hell am I?"
"I don't know," Dean snickered, "You always get your ass kicked in these stories."
Sam pondered the true statement a moment before continuing, "So Alisa likes certain things in her stories, and so we have to stick them into this thing."
"So are you ready to be unconscious for half of it?" Dean grinned.
Sam furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"We all know that Alisa likes you down for the count."
"Only so she can see your wussy ass cry," Sam shot back.
"What are you talking about?" Dean huffed, "I hate you."
"Right," Sam shook his head, "Lets get this thing started."…
"Oh God, I hate you," Dean groaned, standing in the sand, his bare feet pressing against the warm ground.
Sam laughed, "Why?"
"Because I'm not a dolphin, I don't do the water thing," Dean eyed his brother, "I also don't do whatever the hell it is you're doing."
"Oh," Sam nodded, "You mean, wear a swimsuit… while swimming."
Sam stood at the waters edge in nothing more than blue and black swimming trunks. His bare, muscular chest was already becoming tanned in the bright sun, his shoeless feet taking comfort in the sand. The younger Winchester's dark hair was pushed roughly back by a pair of sunglasses which sat propped on his head. With a small smirk, he looked over at Dean.
He'd tried.
The elder brother donned a pair of old jeans, and wore one of his dark, button-down shirts opened up to reveal his less than tanned, well-built torso. Unlike Sam, he wore his sunglasses where they were supposed to go, and continued to stare wearily at Sam.
"Dude, I don't do the shorts thing," Dean reminded, "I've told you that."
"Alright," Sam shook his head, "Get your jeans soaked, but don't blame me when you're precious car gets wet."…
"Alright," Dean laughed, leaning against the Impala, "So we've just begun, and we have, like-- everything she wants already."
"I'm shirtless," Sam grinned, "What else matters man?"
"I'm going to get the girl, that's what matters," Dean shot out, "But yeah… I get your point. We can't go too quick with this."
"I know," Sam leaned against the car, "And water… this author has written something with water before. And as good as shirtless me is, I think we need something different."
"I'm all for it," Dean nodded, "I have a feeling I was going to get my ass kicked in that last story anyways."
"So what?" Sam looked at his brother, "Horror? Not too often we get a good horror story put in."
"Yeah, sounds good," Dean agreed, "We just have to make sure that there's that sappy crap in it."
Sam laughed, "You're a jerk Dean."…
Not too often did the Winchester's travel through the night, and as Dean let out a wide yawn, he knew why. The time was just past two thirty in the morning, and try as he might, Dean Winchester was determined to get to where he wanted by day break. Sam slept awkwardly leaning against the window, and though Dean knew his brother deserved to sleep, he also wanted to make sure he stayed awake while driving.
"Sorry Sammy," Dean whispered.
Slowly, the elder brother opened up his window, a cool breeze immediately dominating the car. Something, as Dean suspected, that awoke the slumbering passenger.
"Dean?" Sam stretched and looked beside him with half closed eyes.
"Go back to sleep Sammy," Dean smiled.
"What time is it?" Sam attempted to comprehend the numbers on his watch.
"Almost three," Dean spoke, and then repeated his works, "Go back to sleep."
"Let me drive," Sam stretched again, "You need your sleep."
"I'm fine man," Dean shook his head, "Just needed a little pick me up to keep me going. Not much scenery out here."
"That's because everything is pitch black," Sam frowned, "Anyways, it's freezing outside. If you need something to keep you awake, turn on some music."
Dean obliged, and closed the window, turning on the radio when he was done. Sam was awake now, and looked at the trees passing by along the side of the road. A soft classic rock song played on the station and a few minutes went by in peace.
The clock had just turned 2:58am when the static erupted on the radio, mixing in the song with Luis Armstrong's 'What a Wonderful World' .
Dean looked over at Sam, "Well we know that's never good."
"Dean," Sam gasped.
"Sam?" Dean's voice immediately went into worried big brother mode, "Sam, what's wrong?"
"Dean," Sam's eyes were wide, "Dean… help."
"Sammy!" Dean suddenly screamed as everything around him went dark.
Light finally shattered the elder brother's world after mere seconds that seemed like hours. When Dean's frantic eyes landed on the passenger seat, his feet immediately slammed on the breaks.
Sam was gone…
"Dude, I swear to God!" Dean cried out exasperated, a short snicker escaping Sam's mouth, "Just once I'd like to go through a story without you disappearing. Once-- that's all."
"And I'd like a story to go by without you calling me Sammy, but we all know that'll never happen," Sam smirked, "Hell, it was the second word to come out of your mouth.."
"This story better be going somewhere fricken awesome, or else I'm leaving," Dean threatened.
"Stick around Dean," Sam leaned into a more comfortable position against the Impala, "This thing's just getting started."…
Dean's breath came in short gasps as he clung onto the steering wheel; his heart pounding viciously in his chest. The car was stopped and everything was dark minus the beams of light shooting out front of the Impala's headlights.
"No," Dean whispered, opening the door, and stepping into the cool night, "no, no, no…"
His legs feeling like rubber, Dean stumbled to the center of the highway; darkness pierced by the full moon washed onto the dew stricken asphalt. A lone cricket chirped from the side of the road somewhere in the trees as Dean's breathing quickened.
"Sam," the elder brother's voice barely escaped his mouth, "No… please."
Dean pulled his hands up to his face, and, covering his unshaven features, squeezed his eyes closed to force the fearful tears not to come. His heart pounded-- he knew this. He knew what was happening because he'd dreamt it all his life.
Sam disappeared.
But it wasn't just that; Sam had gone missing many times in their eventful lives. Once, Dean remembered, when Sam was nine, a forest demon had captured Sam for nine hours. When the kid was seventeen, he'd ran off with friends after getting in a fight with their Dad. He was gone for three days that time. Or even just a few months ago when Sam had been taken captive by the Bender's. The difference was, every single one of those times, Dean let his guard down. Dean wasn't with Sam; he had no way to stop whatever it was that made Sam disappear.
This time was his nightmare; Sam was gone. Taken right from Dean's sight without a word.
"Breath," Dean forced the words out his mouth, "C'mon Dean… you gotta think here…"
His heart pounded so hard it hurt Dean's chest, and he was forced to crouch close to the black, damp road. Again he closed his eyes, hearing the night sing its song as Dean struggled to keep his breathing even…
"Oh come off it!" Dean cried out, "I don't go all ecstasy boy like that!"
Sam burst out laughing, "It's your inner child the author's bringing out Dean. It's a writers technique to help the reader feel sorry for you."
"Screw any writers technique," Dean's voice had heightened in emotions, "She's making me into a pansy! And my worst nightmare isn't you disappearing," Dean glared at a still grinning Sam, "My worst nightmare is you always coming back."
"Suck it up Dean," it was all Sam could do to not start laughing again.
"You're just happy because you're MIA right now in the story," Dean huffed, "She can't screw with the way you do your thing."
"My thing?" Sam eyed Dean suspiciously, "Dean, are you trying to say that if suddenly I disappeared out of thin air, you wouldn't worry?"
Dean paused, "Never."
"Well," Sam let loose a laugh, "I guess it's a good thing you're not writing this then."…
Dean stumbled to his feet, and went to the car. Wordlessly he opened up the back door, and took out Sam's laptop which had been sitting on the seat next to a bag. Renewed determination to not let his emotions get the better of him, Dean sat on the seat, his feet lightly touching the ground as he opened the computer up.
"The music went all weird before Sam disappeared," Dean washed his hand once again over his face, "Just after we got past the twenty-three sign, so maybe it has something to do with this area of the road."
Sam had spent over five hundred dollars of well earned hustling money on a wireless internet connection that claimed to be able to pick up a signal from anywhere. It had yet to been proven wrong, and Dean could only hope that now wouldn't be the time. Sam was usually the one to do anything with his computer, though one restless night he'd shown his older brother how to connect up to the internet and look things up.
"Come on, come on," Dean tapped impatiently on the side of the laptop as he waited for the system to connect up.
Finally a small pop-up reading 'weak signal' showed on the bottom right hand corner, and a relieved sigh escaped from Dean. He knew that they were about a hundred miles away from a place called Make, and also knew that was the closest place to where he was. With that information in mind, Dean typed in to look at the news archive for the city.
"Damn it," Dean paused in frustration, not sure what to write.
Sam was always the one to do this!
Desperately, he simply typed in 'route twenty-three', and waited for a few tense moments while the system searched. Finally four articles came up, and Dean's eyes scanned them; finally landing on the third article with the headline 'Accident on Route 23 Kills One…'.
"Bingo," Dean whispered clicking on it.
Accident on Route 23 Kills One, and Sparks Safety Matters
November 5th, 1988
Early morning reports suggest that twenty-nine year old Adam Jones was driving down Route 23 late yesterday night when his vehicle lost control and went off the edge of the road. The body was found still in the car at approximately six am. Mr. Jones appeared to have died instantaneously from a broken neck.
'It's just so horrible,' Catherine Jones, Adam's wife spoke tearfully to 'The Mark Press' in an exclusive interview, 'It was always his fear driving down that road. The corner was so sharp, and there was no guard rails. Adam hated driving down that road, and he phoned me at just past two in the morning to tell me that he would be home in about an hour. It was his greatest fear; crashing off of there. Adam would be so relieved to just get off of Route 23.'
Through her tears Mrs. Jones brought to the attention of city and state officials for the need of more protection on the highways winding down Route 23, and--
Dean stopped reading the article, but instead concentrated on the words that Mrs. Jones had spoken to the press about her husband. Carefully Dean stepped out of the car, and looked around at where he was; sure enough the car was parked haphazardly by a sharp corner in the road.
Right where Adam had gone off.
There were guard rails on the corner now, but slowly realization struck him as to what was happening.
"It was his greatest fear," Dean breathed out, his eyes continuing to scan to the darkness, "His greatest fear was going off this road, and all he ever wanted to do was get past it."…
"Here comes an epiphany Dean," Sam smirked as the sun began to set further in the horizon.
"Shut up Sam."
"Think it'll hurt when you have it?"
Dean glared at Sam, "I could cut this off right now, so I never find your ass."
"But this is the best part of the story," Sam insisted, "It's where the writer's had enough fun screwing around with the reader, and just puts all the facts together in one long monologue."
"Someone should really punch you," Dean frowned…
"I came down here at the same time as him," Dean swallowed hard, "And just like him, my worst fear came true…" Dean felt the cold feeling form in the pit of his stomach; Sam disappearing without a trace, "All Adam ever wanted to do was to get past here, so maybe…"
The idea was a long shot-- hell, Dean didn't even know if he had the right case or not, but didn't want to waste time to figure it out. All he wanted to do was get Sam back in one piece, and if that meant taking a long shot, then Dean would do it. With his heart pounding, Dean got into the drivers side of the car, and started it back up.
"Maybe if I can get past this part in the road, then his spirit will rest," Dean quietly worded his theory, "And Sam will come back."
Everything was silent in the car until just before the road got to the curve. Suddenly the words of 'What a Wonderful World' floated into the car, and everything turned dark.
"Damn it!" Dean hissed, desperately trying to keep the car maneuvered on the road.
It seemed like a futile job, but finally the music ended and the world around him returned to view once again.
"Dean!" Sam's voice suddenly cried out.
Dean looked over, and slammed on the breaks at the sight of Sam sitting in the seat next to him once again, his eyes wide…
"Awesome," Dean groaned with a smile on his face as he leaned into the Impala, "We all know what's going to happen next."
Sam grinned at his older brother, "Chick-flick moment."
"Dude, in the first episode, I said I wasn't into these things!" Dean cried out, "And so what happens? Every single fricken story this lady writes has an after school special moment in it."
"It's what the readers like," Sam shrugged.
"Well you may be a little princess and like the whole sap story, but I prefer to keep away from the pansy look," Dean pouted.
"Instead opting for the spoiled ten year old look," Sam shot out, "Besides-- remember, this story is for Alisa… and she likes the worried you thing. People care Dean, and whether you like it or not, these stories usually have these moments in them."
"I've noticed."
"And so what?" Sam shook his head and laughed, "You're going to sit here and pout during the dramatic, awe-worthy chick-flick moment?"
Dean pondered this a moment, "Maybe."
"Dean, you're ridiculous," Sam rolled his eyes, "You show more emotion to your car than you do to anything that breaths."
This got a smile out of Dean as he patted his precious car affectionately, "Damn straight."…
"Dean," Sam gasped, "What the hell happened?"
"Sammy," Dean swallowed hard, "Oh my God."
"What happened?" Sam asked again, as he stared around in shock.
Dean put his hand out and touched Sam's arm as if to make sure he was real. Everything had gone so fast, and Dean felt tears stinging in his eyes once again. Immediately, in a feeble attempt to hide his overflowing emotions, Dean opened the car door and stepped out into the night air. Walking to the front, Dean leaned against the hood of the car, the headlights shooting out from behind his legs.
"Dean?" Sam followed in suit and rounded to the front of the car, "Are you ok?"
Dean looked up at Sam and smiled, "It is so good to see you."
Sam tried again at his question, "What happened?"
"What do you remember?" Dean shot back his own question.
"Umm," Sam struggled to remember anything, "I was sitting in the car with you and suddenly the song changed on the radio. Next thing I remember is something really tight squeezing around my chest, and then nothing."
Dean turned towards Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Are you hurt?"
Sam thought about this a moment, "No. Are you?"
Dean shook his head while running a rough hand down his face, "No-- I'm good Sammy." he paused a moment, sniffled loudly then turned again to his little brother, "Lets get out of here."
Sam nodded curiously and got back into the Impala. Dean floored out as fast as he could, the tires squealing against the dew strewn asphalt. It wasn't until they had made it a fair distance away that Sam spoke up again.
"Dean… are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah," Dean breathed deeply as he slipped in one of his tapes, "But dude-- I am never going down that fricken road again."…
Sam grinned and let out a small laugh, "Ok-- that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Yeah, yeah," Dean gave in, "I give it a seven."
"Seven?" Sam scoffed, "No way-- nine, eight at the very least."
"Ok," Dean turned towards Sam, "For one-- like I said; ecstasy boy is not me-- I need a good half dozen drinks or a really hot chick before I'm falling to the ground. And two-- the end explanation of what the hell was happening on that highway was kind of weak man."
"No it wasn't," Sam frowned, "The guy had his worst nightmare come true on that part of the highway, so now anyone that passes through there at the same time he crashed will have their own worst nightmare come true. Your nightmare ends as soon as his does-- when you pass the part of the road that he was never able to."
"You see!" Dean held out his arms in a dramatic gesture, "Why couldn't she have just explained it like that?"
"Because a one paragraph story would kind of suck," Sam stated.
"Whatever dude," Dean laughed, "It was good-- I got to save your ass."
"And Alisa got her sappy 'watch-Dean-almost-cry' moment," Sam nodded.
"Just one thing missing," Dean spoke up as he opened up the Impala door and got inside.
"Oh?" Sam followed into the passenger side, and adjusted himself on the beige upholstery.
Dean laughed, "No shirtless me."
Sam shook his head as his big brother floored out of the gravel road, kicking up dust and rocks into the almost completely set sun, "Maybe the next story Dean…"
The End.