Return of the Sam 1/?
A/N This story is the third in a series. The previous parts are "Fellowship of the Nine" and "Two Brothers". You don't really need to know those stories to understand this one but it wouldn't hurt either. All you really need to know is that Luis is a friend of Sam from his Stanford years (he was the one celebrating with Jess and Sam in the Pilot).
This story is settled in season 9 but I'm going to leave out a few things.
Chapter 1
My name is Luis Waiden. A long time ago, back in my college days at Stanford, I was part of a group of friends, the Fellowship of the Nine as we called ourselves. We were young and we had a bright future ahead. We thought we could change the world.
Four of us died before they had the chance to change anything. I lost contact with the other ones, with Brenda I stayed in contact the longest but in the end we drifted apart as well, however, as far as I know they all make good money, live a good life, but they didn't change the world.
Sam Winchester had been part of our little group as well and he is the one who actually does something that matters. Not that we knew about that part of his life. Not until we got snowed in with the ghost of friend of us.
When we got out of that cabin we left two of our friends behind but thanks to Sam and his brother Dean the rest of us made it out of there alive. Sam and his brother had left immediately after that, leaving us with a bunch of unanswered questions. Brenda and I were the most curious but we dug into the supernatural only far enough to find out that Dean's death in St. Louis had actually been a shapeshifter. After that we stopped digging and moved on with our lives.
I didn't hear from Sam in years and when he landed more dead than alive on my operating table I didn't recognize him at first. Turned out he'd lost the fight against a Manticore. When Dean went to finish the job and didn't return I even became part of the rescue mission. I still get nightmares from that one.
I hadn't heard much from Sam since then. We stayed in contact only insofar as we exchanged our numbers and I kept him updated with my address. I think he didn't want to suck me into his world more than he absolutely had to but he appreciated the fact that he had a surgeon at hand if he ever needed one. So if I didn't hear from him it was actually good news.
Since the weekend in the cabin I'd been restless and that didn't change over the years. After the thing with the Manticore I had to leave the hospital I'd been working at in a hurry, I had covered for Sam's fraud with the insurance after all, but I'd been about to move on anyway.
I'd worked in different places since then, staying in one place for half a year tops and sometimes only for a few weeks, with my last stop being Chicago. Bigger city meant bigger ER and I was already looking for another option. Something more rural. Less drugs, gunshots and traffic accidents.
It had been one of the latter that forced me into a double shift that day. The police was still working on the how but the accident involved a full bus and several cars and they kept four hospitals busy with the injured.
All I could do was to work on one patient at a time and to ignore the chaos all around me. Nobody died under my hands but not all of them would walk out of the hospital on their own two feet either. I wasn't looking forward to telling a young woman who hadn't even hit thirty that I had to amputate one of her legs leaving her with only a short stump. But my shift was nearly over and it would take hours for her to wake up properly and by the time I would be back the next day she probably had figured it out herself. I know it sounds cruel but I was dead on my feet and too tired to care at that moment.
When I finally came home I didn't even bother with taking off my shoes and dropped dead on my bed. At least I was exhausted enough to sleep like a rock without the images and the screams following me into my dreams.
"Luis Waiden?" Somebody asked and slowly I fought my way back to consciousness. I felt like I'd closed my eyes only seconds ago and it took me a moment to recall where I was. Right, in my bed. At home. Where I lived alone.
"Luis Waiden?" The voice repeated and I shot out of bed. I managed to get the bed between myself and the intruder and to switch on the light to at least see the man standing in my bedroom.
Without letting the man out of my sight, I searched for a weapon. I didn't find anything suitable for a weapon unless I wanted to attack him with some dirty socks but at least it looked like he wasn't armed either. He didn't attack me, though. He just stood there in his trenchcoat and pinned me down with that intense gaze of his.
"How did you get in here?" Mentally I was searching for something to offer. I didn't have much money at home but I had a new phone, which lay out of my reach on the nightstand next to him, or maybe he would take my laptop? Just take it and leave?
"I need you to come with me." He said instead of an answer.
"I don't think so, buddy." I tried to sound brave and failed miserably. "Who are you?"
"I'm Castiel."
Chapter 2
Masterpost
This story is settled in season 9 but I'm going to leave out a few things.
Chapter 1
My name is Luis Waiden. A long time ago, back in my college days at Stanford, I was part of a group of friends, the Fellowship of the Nine as we called ourselves. We were young and we had a bright future ahead. We thought we could change the world.
Four of us died before they had the chance to change anything. I lost contact with the other ones, with Brenda I stayed in contact the longest but in the end we drifted apart as well, however, as far as I know they all make good money, live a good life, but they didn't change the world.
Sam Winchester had been part of our little group as well and he is the one who actually does something that matters. Not that we knew about that part of his life. Not until we got snowed in with the ghost of friend of us.
When we got out of that cabin we left two of our friends behind but thanks to Sam and his brother Dean the rest of us made it out of there alive. Sam and his brother had left immediately after that, leaving us with a bunch of unanswered questions. Brenda and I were the most curious but we dug into the supernatural only far enough to find out that Dean's death in St. Louis had actually been a shapeshifter. After that we stopped digging and moved on with our lives.
I didn't hear from Sam in years and when he landed more dead than alive on my operating table I didn't recognize him at first. Turned out he'd lost the fight against a Manticore. When Dean went to finish the job and didn't return I even became part of the rescue mission. I still get nightmares from that one.
I hadn't heard much from Sam since then. We stayed in contact only insofar as we exchanged our numbers and I kept him updated with my address. I think he didn't want to suck me into his world more than he absolutely had to but he appreciated the fact that he had a surgeon at hand if he ever needed one. So if I didn't hear from him it was actually good news.
Since the weekend in the cabin I'd been restless and that didn't change over the years. After the thing with the Manticore I had to leave the hospital I'd been working at in a hurry, I had covered for Sam's fraud with the insurance after all, but I'd been about to move on anyway.
I'd worked in different places since then, staying in one place for half a year tops and sometimes only for a few weeks, with my last stop being Chicago. Bigger city meant bigger ER and I was already looking for another option. Something more rural. Less drugs, gunshots and traffic accidents.
It had been one of the latter that forced me into a double shift that day. The police was still working on the how but the accident involved a full bus and several cars and they kept four hospitals busy with the injured.
All I could do was to work on one patient at a time and to ignore the chaos all around me. Nobody died under my hands but not all of them would walk out of the hospital on their own two feet either. I wasn't looking forward to telling a young woman who hadn't even hit thirty that I had to amputate one of her legs leaving her with only a short stump. But my shift was nearly over and it would take hours for her to wake up properly and by the time I would be back the next day she probably had figured it out herself. I know it sounds cruel but I was dead on my feet and too tired to care at that moment.
When I finally came home I didn't even bother with taking off my shoes and dropped dead on my bed. At least I was exhausted enough to sleep like a rock without the images and the screams following me into my dreams.
"Luis Waiden?" Somebody asked and slowly I fought my way back to consciousness. I felt like I'd closed my eyes only seconds ago and it took me a moment to recall where I was. Right, in my bed. At home. Where I lived alone.
"Luis Waiden?" The voice repeated and I shot out of bed. I managed to get the bed between myself and the intruder and to switch on the light to at least see the man standing in my bedroom.
Without letting the man out of my sight, I searched for a weapon. I didn't find anything suitable for a weapon unless I wanted to attack him with some dirty socks but at least it looked like he wasn't armed either. He didn't attack me, though. He just stood there in his trenchcoat and pinned me down with that intense gaze of his.
"How did you get in here?" Mentally I was searching for something to offer. I didn't have much money at home but I had a new phone, which lay out of my reach on the nightstand next to him, or maybe he would take my laptop? Just take it and leave?
"I need you to come with me." He said instead of an answer.
"I don't think so, buddy." I tried to sound brave and failed miserably. "Who are you?"
"I'm Castiel."
Chapter 2
Masterpost