Fic: The Way Things Were
Title: The Way Things Were Prologue/?
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I'm not making any money off this. Don't sue.
Summary: The war is over, and the Demons have won. Sammy's in hiding, and Dean's determined to find him, and bring him back where he belongs. On their side.
The war was over, and the demons had won. With the help - the knowledge and abilities - of a Winchester or two on their side, even if it wasn't the one they wanted, they had easily trounced what was left of the Hunters, those who hadn't fled or been killed in one of the earlier battles.
Now, humans were chattel, able to be sold or traded on whims, slaves to whomever owned them. However, there was a resistance growing, a small underground movement at the moment, that the majority of demons dismissed as nothing more than a final ditch attempt. The only one who could have defeated them, who could rally the humans against them, Samuel Winchester, was dead, killed in the final battle.
Or so many people thought. Only a few people knew of Sam's current status of being alive; even fewer knew his current location.
Missouri Mosely was one of them. And so Dean had the psychic brought to him. To simply ask.
An hour later, Missouri had several broken bones and was covered in blood, but still withholding the answer, and Dean was running out of patience.
“Where is my brother?” he demanded.
“Why? So you can kill him?” Missouri spat out blood, her eyes glazed over with pain. “I'll never give that boy up willingly, Dean Winchester or whoever you are now.”
“I know,” Dean looked up, at the wraith that was guarding the door. “Bring her.” The wraith glided outside, coming back a minute later, a little girl following.
She was no more than six years old, brown hair tumbling past her shoulders. Tucked under one arm was a beaten bunny rabbit; the thumb of her other hand was firmly planted in her mouth.
“There you are, Rosie,” Dean said, in a gentle voice, kneeling in front of the girl. “I need your help, Rosie. That mean lady,” Dean pointed at Missouri, “she's trying to keep my brother away from me.” Rosie glared at the woman. “Can you find out where he is for me, Rosie?”
Rosie nodded, then looked at Missouri. A few moments later, she looked back at Dean. “Daddy? She swore.”
“Ignore it, sweetie. Just find out where Sammy is, okay?”
“Uncle Sammy's in St. Louis, Daddy, with Zack, Asher and Michael. Are they friends?”
“They're friends of Sammy's, sweetie. Which makes them ours by default.” Dean's eyes gleamed. “If you can get the address he's staying at, Rosie, we can go and pick him up,” he told Rosie, though his eyes never left Missouri. “How would you like that?”
The little girl giggled, then turned back to Missouri, staring at her again. A second later, she turned back to Dean.
“Got it Daddy! Can we go now?” she was almost bursting with excitement and the anticipation of meeting Uncle Sammy who she'd never met before.
“Sure, Rosie.” he picked up the girl, and left the room, pausing in front of the wraith.
“Kill her,” he ordered, glancing back at Missouri. The wraith nodded, advancing on the psychic as the door shut behind Dean.