voice of rage and ruin, prologue
Title: Voice of Rage and Ruin
Author: confetticas
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Angst and drama with a sprinkling of humor every once in awhile. Eventual girl!Sam/Gabriel and Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: through season 5 in a roundabout way
Warnings: alwaysagirl!Sam, language
Word Count: 1187 for this part
Summary: When Samantha Winchester is six years old, she wakes up just in time to see her brother be kidnapped by two men who glow so bright it hurts. Her entire life changes in an instant.
Authors Note: It's entirely possible that I have a slight obsession with alwaysagirl!sam fics, both writing and reading them. This one is less cracky and has an actual plot, most of the time. I was originally not going to post it until it was finished, but it's been taking longer than expected and I wanted to get what I had written up, so here it is!
Voice of Rage and Ruin
Prologue: June 3rd 1989
Samantha Winchester wakes quickly, aware somehow that something is not right. She doesn't open her eyes or move, her breathing remains even, a tactic she recently learned from her big brother as a way to play tricks on their Dad on the rare occasions they have time for such things. Dad is on a hunt right now, won't be back until at least morning, and when Sam fell asleep earlier on the big motel room bed, Dean had been laying beside her. He isn't there now and Sam hears voices, low and angry - adult, and definitely not Dad. Cautiously, she opens her eyes, and without moving, peers out at the room, trying to figure out what's going on.
She barely manages to hold in a gasp of shock as she takes in what is happening. Dean is struggling desperately against two not-men who are glowing so brightly that Sam has to squint her eyes shut against it. In an instant, Dean glances her direction, realizing that she's awake. His eyes widen in horror as he looks at her and then shakes his head minutely, and then he slumps into the arms of one of the not-men. In the instant before the two not-men disappear with her brother in tow, Sam catches a glimpse of majestic wings spread out proudly behind each of the not-men's backs.
"Dean!" Sam screams, horrified, shooting up in bed, but they're already gone.
Sam sits there for a minute, terrified out of her mind, tears running down her cheeks, and then scrambles for the phone, trying to remember Uncle Bobby's phone number. It takes her a minute, but she manages to remember it and, shaking, she dials the number.
"'ello?" Uncle Bobby's voice sounds incredibly irritated.
Sam hiccups and then asks tearfully, "Uncle Bobby?"
"Sammy?" Uncle Bobby's voice goes from irritated to worried in a split second. "What's wrong, girlie?" he asks her in concern.
"Dean," Sam chokes out, terror and despair setting in and she sobs helplessly, "They took 'im, Uncle Bobby and he's gone and they glowed and Daddy's not here and they took Dean, Bobby!" she cries out miserably.
"Sammy, breathe. Breathe, Sammy," Uncle Bobby tells her gently, sounding even more worried now. "Who took Dean? Where are you guys staying?"
Sam knows where they're staying, because it's part of the routine, in case anything happens to Daddy, she knows the town name and motel and the room number, just like she knows Uncle Bobby and Pastor Jim's phone numbers, so she tells her uncle, crying the whole time, where she is.
"I'm on my way, Sammy," Uncle Bobby assures her quickly. "What did they look like?"
"They were men but they weren't and they glowed so bright it hurt and they had wings and, and, Dean stopped fighting when he saw I was awake," Sam grabs the pillow and holds it tightly to her chest, terrified and shaking.
Uncle Bobby sounds faintly puzzled as he asks her, "Do you know what your Daddy is hunting, Sam?"
Sam thinks hard, trying to remember, because Daddy and Dean had talked about it while she'd been watching Tom and Jerry and she hadn't really been paying them any attention. Now, she wishes she'd listened, wishes she'd cared about the monsters. "I think..." she pauses, trying to make sure she's remembering right, and then nods once to herself, "Daddy said it was a cr'cotta?" she offers, still uncertain.
"Hmm," Uncle Bobby says thoughtfully. "Okay, Sammy. I'm going to hang up now and I want you to make a salt circle around your bed and stay on it until I get there, okay, sweetie? I'm on my way as soon as I hang up, it won't be more than a few hours."
Sam sniffles and nods, and then realizes that Uncle Bobby can't hear her nodding and says, "'kay," softly.
"Salt circle," Bobby reminds her firmly.
"'kay," Sam agrees again, still crying. "Bye, Uncle Bobby," she adds miserably, wanting nothing more than for her big brother to hug her and tell her that everything's going to be fine because nothing can happen to her when he's around. But it's not her it's happening to, it's Dean, so she settles for hugging the pillow closer to her and letting herself cry.
"I'll see you soon, kiddo," Uncle Bobby assured her, and they hung up.
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Bobby speeds the entire way there and manages to find John along the way, informing him of what Sam told him on the phone. John quickly peels out of the parking lot of the phone company the Crocotta is using as a base and they speed back to the motel.
When they get there, John jumps out of the Impala without bothering to close the door and runs into the room, scooping Sam into his arms the second he reaches her. She's still sitting on the bed, knees curled up to her chest as she hugs a pillow, and there are still tears streaming down her face. John hugs her for a good ten minutes as Bobby searches the room for any signs of what could have happened.
There are plenty of signs of a fight, the TV screen is cracked and Dean's schoolwork is scattered around the room haphazardly. The coffee table is flipped over and there's a dent in one wall the size of a grown man's fist. Other than these obvious signs, there is nothing. No EMF, no sulfur, no signs whatsoever of any supernatural beings.
Once John has Sam calmed down enough to tell the story, she does. Bobby, after asking John if there's anything else he can do to help, heads home to research and feel out his contacts for possibilities. No one has heard of any creatures fitting Sam's description, and slowly but surely, the trail runs cold - as far as they can tell, Dean is gone.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
After a few months, John reluctantly packs them up and leaves the small town they'd been staying in when Dean was taken, heading for, to his own dismay, Lawrence, Kansas to meet with the psychic who started him on the trail of the thing that killed Mary.
Missouri, too, is at a loss, unable to find Dean anywhere. The best she can give him is that the things that took Dean feel both malevolent and holy, and even more powerful than the thing that killed Mary.
Eventually, John and Sam learn to adapt, and John grieves for the son he is certain is lost forever, becoming even more entrenched in the worlds of hunting and revenge. Sam keeps her opinion that Dean is out there alive somewhere to herself, and soaks up the knowledge of hunting like a sponge. Every time they go to Bobby's, Sam dedicates herself to reading and memorizing his entire collection of hunting lore. Bobby occasionally tries to convince her to live a little, spend time with kids her age and have fun, but Sam instead sticks to her training schedule and hunting with a fervor that reminds Bobby of nothing more than John Winchester fresh after Mary's death.
When Sam is fifteen, John and Bobby have a raging row about the way John seems to treat Sam more like a soldier than a daughter, and Bobby chases John off his property a gunpoint. He doesn't hear from the Winchester's for four years after that, and when he does, he finds that John's stubborn ass hasn't changed at all, and Sam has a mission of her own while her father hunts the demon that killed her mother.
Part One Here