The Road Home
Title: The Road Home
Author: miko_jasmine
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild language
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. All rights go to the genius that is Kripke.
Recipient: blueeyedliz
Word Count: 5,620
Author’s Note: This is my first fic ever, please be kind.
Author's Note2: My beta is not on LJ, but many thanks to my awesome friend Tami. Without her, this story would never have happened.
Author's Note3: To blueeyedliz, I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: SPN AU: The YED takes Sam when he’s a baby and raises him as his own son but Sam and Dean are reunited when they’re adults, one a hunter and one the hunted.
Summary: see above
Nov. 2, 1983
Lawrence, KS
John Winchester was asleep in his lazy-boy with the TV still on, tuned to nothing but static. The power in his house started to flicker and then went out completely. The sudden silence woke him and he stared around in confusion. Suddenly, he thought he heard his wife, Mary, screaming. He immediately jumped out of the chair and ran up the stairs. Hearing her screams come from Sam’s nursery, he barreled into the room looking for her. What he saw instead froze him in place. There was a man in the room holding John’s six-month-old son in his arms.
John took another step into the room and shouted out, “Who are you? What do you think you’re doing with my son?”
Without raising his eyes from the sleeping infant in his arms, the man calmly replied, “Your son, John? I think you mean my son.”
Finally looking up from the baby, the man stared at John, who suddenly found himself pinned to the wall behind him by an invisible force.
Looking at the man in horror, John gasped out, “What are you?”
The man smirked and John watched as his eyes flashed completely yellow. Not bothering to reply, the man simply cradled Sam more securely in his arms and started to walk out of the room.
John started to struggle against the force holding him against the wall and yelled out, “Stop! Where are you taking my son?”
The man sighed and turned to face John, “I already told you, John. This is my son and I am taking him with me.”
John could do nothing but struggle as the man exited the room and the house. Finally, the force released its hold on him and he slumped to the floor. As he lay there trying to calm his breathing, he felt a drop of liquid land on the back of his neck. Looking up, he stared in wordless horror at the site of his beautiful Mary pinned to the ceiling with blood dripping from a wound on her stomach. In the next instant, she suddenly burst into flames which soon spread to the rest of the nursery. Still staring at his wife in shock, he thought that he heard her whisper, “Dean.”
Galvanized into action at the thought of his other son, John leapt to his feet and ran down the hall to Dean’s room. Throwing open the door, he sobbed in relief at seeing the toddler in his bed. He strode over to the bed and grabbed Dean up into his arms and quickly raced out of the burning house.
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Sitting on the hood of his ’67 Chevy Impala hugging Dean to his chest, John watched as the firefighters worked hard to put out the blaze.
“Daddy,” a sleepy voice said, “Where’s Mom and Sammy?”
Not knowing what to say, John simply hugged the boy tighter and cried quietly into his hair.
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The Next Night
Chicago, IL
In the penthouse suite of an upscale building, the man with yellow eyes sat contemplating the future. Now that he had Samuel, he had to decide exactly how to train him - how to mould him into the perfect weapon to bring about the Apocalypse. Obviously he would have to receive the normal schooling of any child so that he could function in society, but he would also need private tutors for the more…special skills needed to become the perfect weapon. He would need to learn languages - Latin, Aramaic and Hebrew to start with, perhaps more depending on the ease at which he learned; martial arts training - karate, tae-kwon-do and jujitsu at the very least; weapons training including knives, swords, bow & arrow and guns. Military generals and leaders would need to be brought in to teach him tactics and strategies. Once the child started showing signs of coming into his powers, whatever they might be, he would need to be taught how to control and wield them. At the right age he would also need to be taught how to seduce and to not fall prey to the seduction of others. But first things first, thought the man, a nanny would need to be brought in immediately to start caring for the infant.
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Aug. 5, 2002
Manchester, OH
Dean Winchester passed through the doors of Mitch’s Tavern, the only bar in the one-horse town he was currently staying in. Confidently walking straight to the bar, he ordered a bottle of beer. Bottle in hand, he turned and scanned the room taking note of everything in one quick glance. It was a weeknight, so there weren’t that many people there: a couple of older guys at the bar, probably regulars, a few guys in business suits at a booth drinking beer and probably still talking about work, a kid sitting by himself in the back who doesn’t look old enough to be drinking and a couple of college kids at the pool tables. It was the college kids that now had all of Dean’s attention, as he studied them while they played. He was running a little short on cash and they looked like perfect pickings for a little hustling. Smiling, Dean walked over to introduce himself and see if they wanted to make a small wager on a game or two of pool.
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Dean strode over to the bar, now $200 richer. As he was about to order another beer, the bartender set one down for him. He looked at the man in question and the bartender tilted his head to the back of the bar and mumbled, “From the kid.”
He nodded his head in thanks to the bartender and grabbed the bottle. Turning around, he made his way to the back of the bar where the kid was sitting. Reaching the booth, Dean stood and waited for the kid to make the next move. Finally, the kid gestured for Dean to take the seat across from him.
Dean slid into the booth with a nod to the kid and said, “Thanks for the beer and all, but I don’t swing that way dude.”
The kid smirked and replied, “I don’t either man. That was just a thank you for bringing those jerks down a notch.”
Dean smiled in appreciation, took a swig of beer and stated, “I’m Dean.”
The kid nodded and said, “Nice to meet you. My name’s Sam.”
Dean unconsciously jumped a little at hearing the name of his little brother come from the kid’s mouth. If Sammy had lived, he’d be 19 now. Dean wondered what his younger brother would’ve looked like as an adult, what kind of man he could’ve been if he hadn’t been killed all those years ago. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Sam’s voice.
“So, Dean, what brings you to this part of the world?” Sam asked.
“I was just in town for a few days on business,” he replied casually.
Sam tilted his head and said, “Oh? What kind of business?”
Dean paused to carefully consider his answer before replying, “I’m a mechanic. I work in my dad’s garage back home and I came here to pick up some parts we needed.”
The truth was, Dean had been in town taking care of a nasty spirit that had been attacking teenagers at the local make out spot.
“What about you, Sam? You live around here?” asked Dean.
Sam took a sip of his beer and said, “No, I’m just passing through. I decided to take some time off from college to travel the country.”
Dean said, “That’s cool. What year are you?”
“I just finished up my first year,” Sam replied.
Realizing that he just admitted he was underage, he stammered out, “Shit man! I mean, uh-dude, you’re not going to say anything are you?”
“Nah, I don’t care. But, just out of curiosity, how old are you?” Dean assured.
Sam let out a sigh of relief and said, “I’m 19. How old are you?”
“I’m 23,” Dean answered while smirking at Sam.
Dean finished the rest of his beer and standing up said, “Well, it was nice to meet you Sam, but I’ve got to head out early tomorrow. So, take it easy kid.”
Sam also stood, grabbed his pack from the floor and said, “Yeah, I should probably get going too.”
The two walked out of the bar and Dean went to stand next to the Impala. He turned around to say bye to Sam only to find the kid staring at his car in awe.
“Dude, is that your car? She’s a beauty! What is she, a ’67?” Sam asked.
Dean smiled at the obvious appreciation for his baby and answered, “Yep, sure is. My dad and I restored her when I was 18.”
Sam gave a low whistle and lovingly ran a hand along the side of the black car. Giving the Impala one last appreciative glance, Sam nodded at Dean and started walking towards the road.
Dean looked at him in confusion and yelled, “Hey, where’s your car?”
Sam stopped and turned, replying “I don’t have one. I’ve been hitching rides around the country.”
Dean paused for a second to think and then blurted out, “Why don’t you ride with me? I mean, I know we don’t really know each other that well, but I’m not comfortable with a young kid like you hitching rides all alone.”
Sam looked at Dean, taking offense at his words. “I’ve been doing all right by myself for the last five weeks. I don’t think I need help from you” he stated angrily.
Dean jogged over to block Sam from leaving and said, “Look, I used to have a little brother but he was killed when he was a baby. If he were alive, he’d be about your age and I wouldn’t have wanted him hitching rides around the country all right? So please, for an older brother’s sake, can I give you a ride?”
Sam pursed his lips while thinking over what Dean told him. Finally, he answered, “Ok, but you aren’t leaving until morning, what am I supposed to do until then?”
“You could stay with me at my motel. I have a room with two beds so you can take the extra,” he responded.
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On the drive to his motel, Dean started to think about what he was doing. ‘Why am I so interested in this kid? What in the hell was I thinking offering him a ride and the extra bed in my room?!’ Looking at Sam out of the corner of his eye, Dean felt a wave of protectiveness that he had never felt for another person other than his dad. He couldn’t explain these feelings welling up within him regarding the younger man, but this felt right deep in his gut. Listening to his instincts had saved his life many times in the past, so he wasn’t going to start doubting them now.
Dean pulled into the motel’s parking lot and parked in front of his room. While Sam was grabbing his pack, Dean walked over to unlock the door. Quickly scanning the room to make sure he hadn’t left anything ‘unusual’ out in plain sight, he entered, allowing Sam to follow. Dean nodded at the first bed and said, “That’s the bed I’ve been using, you can take the other one.”
Sam nodded his agreement and walked over to the other bed dropping his pack onto it.
Sam looked at Dean shyly and quietly asked, “Is it ok if I take a shower?”
“Yeah, of course, take as long as you want,” Dean answered.
Sam opened his pack and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Dean undressed down to his boxers and got into his bed leaving the small lamp on for Sam. He quickly fell asleep unaware of what Sam was doing in the bathroom…
Sam turned on the water in the shower so Dean wouldn’t suspect anything. He then sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, trying to clear his mind.
“Father, are you there?”
“Yes, my son. Have you made contact with the hunter?”
“Yes, I am in his motel room with him right now.”
“Excellent work, Samuel. Continue as planned.”
“Father, wait! I am curious about this hunter. I feel connected to him somehow. May I stay with him a while so that I can figure out why?”
“No, you may not! You will follow the plan, or so help me, I will come there personally to make you! And believe me, my boy, you don’t want that now, do you?”
“No, of course not, Father. Forgive me; I will do as you command.”
“Good.”
Sam opened his eyes as the connection with his father disappeared. He hung his head in sadness at the thought of hurting Dean, but he did not want to anger his father. When his father was mad, he got very creative in the punishments he would give Sam.
Sam shuddered at the memory of the last time he displeased his father. No, as much as he liked Dean and didn’t want to hurt him, he had no choice. He pushed up off the floor and turned off the shower. Sam exited the bathroom to find that Dean was already sleeping peacefully in his bed. Sam walked across the room and sat on his bed facing Dean. He wished that his father had let him stay with Dean a little longer. He felt some strange attachment to the man in the other bed that he’d never felt for anyone. He wished that things could be different, that maybe he and Dean could be friends. Sam had never had any friends before. His father had never let him get close to anyone, ‘Too much risk’ he’d always say.
Closing his eyes in resignation, Sam decided to get this over with as quickly as possible. Snapping his eyes open, he used his telekinesis to toss Dean across the room into the wall. Dean hit, then crumpled to the floor and groaned, slowly waking up. ‘I’m so sorry Dean,’ thought Sam to himself...
Author: miko_jasmine
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild language
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. All rights go to the genius that is Kripke.
Recipient: blueeyedliz
Word Count: 5,620
Author’s Note: This is my first fic ever, please be kind.
Author's Note2: My beta is not on LJ, but many thanks to my awesome friend Tami. Without her, this story would never have happened.
Author's Note3: To blueeyedliz, I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: SPN AU: The YED takes Sam when he’s a baby and raises him as his own son but Sam and Dean are reunited when they’re adults, one a hunter and one the hunted.
Summary: see above
Nov. 2, 1983
Lawrence, KS
John Winchester was asleep in his lazy-boy with the TV still on, tuned to nothing but static. The power in his house started to flicker and then went out completely. The sudden silence woke him and he stared around in confusion. Suddenly, he thought he heard his wife, Mary, screaming. He immediately jumped out of the chair and ran up the stairs. Hearing her screams come from Sam’s nursery, he barreled into the room looking for her. What he saw instead froze him in place. There was a man in the room holding John’s six-month-old son in his arms.
John took another step into the room and shouted out, “Who are you? What do you think you’re doing with my son?”
Without raising his eyes from the sleeping infant in his arms, the man calmly replied, “Your son, John? I think you mean my son.”
Finally looking up from the baby, the man stared at John, who suddenly found himself pinned to the wall behind him by an invisible force.
Looking at the man in horror, John gasped out, “What are you?”
The man smirked and John watched as his eyes flashed completely yellow. Not bothering to reply, the man simply cradled Sam more securely in his arms and started to walk out of the room.
John started to struggle against the force holding him against the wall and yelled out, “Stop! Where are you taking my son?”
The man sighed and turned to face John, “I already told you, John. This is my son and I am taking him with me.”
John could do nothing but struggle as the man exited the room and the house. Finally, the force released its hold on him and he slumped to the floor. As he lay there trying to calm his breathing, he felt a drop of liquid land on the back of his neck. Looking up, he stared in wordless horror at the site of his beautiful Mary pinned to the ceiling with blood dripping from a wound on her stomach. In the next instant, she suddenly burst into flames which soon spread to the rest of the nursery. Still staring at his wife in shock, he thought that he heard her whisper, “Dean.”
Galvanized into action at the thought of his other son, John leapt to his feet and ran down the hall to Dean’s room. Throwing open the door, he sobbed in relief at seeing the toddler in his bed. He strode over to the bed and grabbed Dean up into his arms and quickly raced out of the burning house.
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Sitting on the hood of his ’67 Chevy Impala hugging Dean to his chest, John watched as the firefighters worked hard to put out the blaze.
“Daddy,” a sleepy voice said, “Where’s Mom and Sammy?”
Not knowing what to say, John simply hugged the boy tighter and cried quietly into his hair.
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The Next Night
Chicago, IL
In the penthouse suite of an upscale building, the man with yellow eyes sat contemplating the future. Now that he had Samuel, he had to decide exactly how to train him - how to mould him into the perfect weapon to bring about the Apocalypse. Obviously he would have to receive the normal schooling of any child so that he could function in society, but he would also need private tutors for the more…special skills needed to become the perfect weapon. He would need to learn languages - Latin, Aramaic and Hebrew to start with, perhaps more depending on the ease at which he learned; martial arts training - karate, tae-kwon-do and jujitsu at the very least; weapons training including knives, swords, bow & arrow and guns. Military generals and leaders would need to be brought in to teach him tactics and strategies. Once the child started showing signs of coming into his powers, whatever they might be, he would need to be taught how to control and wield them. At the right age he would also need to be taught how to seduce and to not fall prey to the seduction of others. But first things first, thought the man, a nanny would need to be brought in immediately to start caring for the infant.
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Aug. 5, 2002
Manchester, OH
Dean Winchester passed through the doors of Mitch’s Tavern, the only bar in the one-horse town he was currently staying in. Confidently walking straight to the bar, he ordered a bottle of beer. Bottle in hand, he turned and scanned the room taking note of everything in one quick glance. It was a weeknight, so there weren’t that many people there: a couple of older guys at the bar, probably regulars, a few guys in business suits at a booth drinking beer and probably still talking about work, a kid sitting by himself in the back who doesn’t look old enough to be drinking and a couple of college kids at the pool tables. It was the college kids that now had all of Dean’s attention, as he studied them while they played. He was running a little short on cash and they looked like perfect pickings for a little hustling. Smiling, Dean walked over to introduce himself and see if they wanted to make a small wager on a game or two of pool.
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Dean strode over to the bar, now $200 richer. As he was about to order another beer, the bartender set one down for him. He looked at the man in question and the bartender tilted his head to the back of the bar and mumbled, “From the kid.”
He nodded his head in thanks to the bartender and grabbed the bottle. Turning around, he made his way to the back of the bar where the kid was sitting. Reaching the booth, Dean stood and waited for the kid to make the next move. Finally, the kid gestured for Dean to take the seat across from him.
Dean slid into the booth with a nod to the kid and said, “Thanks for the beer and all, but I don’t swing that way dude.”
The kid smirked and replied, “I don’t either man. That was just a thank you for bringing those jerks down a notch.”
Dean smiled in appreciation, took a swig of beer and stated, “I’m Dean.”
The kid nodded and said, “Nice to meet you. My name’s Sam.”
Dean unconsciously jumped a little at hearing the name of his little brother come from the kid’s mouth. If Sammy had lived, he’d be 19 now. Dean wondered what his younger brother would’ve looked like as an adult, what kind of man he could’ve been if he hadn’t been killed all those years ago. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Sam’s voice.
“So, Dean, what brings you to this part of the world?” Sam asked.
“I was just in town for a few days on business,” he replied casually.
Sam tilted his head and said, “Oh? What kind of business?”
Dean paused to carefully consider his answer before replying, “I’m a mechanic. I work in my dad’s garage back home and I came here to pick up some parts we needed.”
The truth was, Dean had been in town taking care of a nasty spirit that had been attacking teenagers at the local make out spot.
“What about you, Sam? You live around here?” asked Dean.
Sam took a sip of his beer and said, “No, I’m just passing through. I decided to take some time off from college to travel the country.”
Dean said, “That’s cool. What year are you?”
“I just finished up my first year,” Sam replied.
Realizing that he just admitted he was underage, he stammered out, “Shit man! I mean, uh-dude, you’re not going to say anything are you?”
“Nah, I don’t care. But, just out of curiosity, how old are you?” Dean assured.
Sam let out a sigh of relief and said, “I’m 19. How old are you?”
“I’m 23,” Dean answered while smirking at Sam.
Dean finished the rest of his beer and standing up said, “Well, it was nice to meet you Sam, but I’ve got to head out early tomorrow. So, take it easy kid.”
Sam also stood, grabbed his pack from the floor and said, “Yeah, I should probably get going too.”
The two walked out of the bar and Dean went to stand next to the Impala. He turned around to say bye to Sam only to find the kid staring at his car in awe.
“Dude, is that your car? She’s a beauty! What is she, a ’67?” Sam asked.
Dean smiled at the obvious appreciation for his baby and answered, “Yep, sure is. My dad and I restored her when I was 18.”
Sam gave a low whistle and lovingly ran a hand along the side of the black car. Giving the Impala one last appreciative glance, Sam nodded at Dean and started walking towards the road.
Dean looked at him in confusion and yelled, “Hey, where’s your car?”
Sam stopped and turned, replying “I don’t have one. I’ve been hitching rides around the country.”
Dean paused for a second to think and then blurted out, “Why don’t you ride with me? I mean, I know we don’t really know each other that well, but I’m not comfortable with a young kid like you hitching rides all alone.”
Sam looked at Dean, taking offense at his words. “I’ve been doing all right by myself for the last five weeks. I don’t think I need help from you” he stated angrily.
Dean jogged over to block Sam from leaving and said, “Look, I used to have a little brother but he was killed when he was a baby. If he were alive, he’d be about your age and I wouldn’t have wanted him hitching rides around the country all right? So please, for an older brother’s sake, can I give you a ride?”
Sam pursed his lips while thinking over what Dean told him. Finally, he answered, “Ok, but you aren’t leaving until morning, what am I supposed to do until then?”
“You could stay with me at my motel. I have a room with two beds so you can take the extra,” he responded.
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On the drive to his motel, Dean started to think about what he was doing. ‘Why am I so interested in this kid? What in the hell was I thinking offering him a ride and the extra bed in my room?!’ Looking at Sam out of the corner of his eye, Dean felt a wave of protectiveness that he had never felt for another person other than his dad. He couldn’t explain these feelings welling up within him regarding the younger man, but this felt right deep in his gut. Listening to his instincts had saved his life many times in the past, so he wasn’t going to start doubting them now.
Dean pulled into the motel’s parking lot and parked in front of his room. While Sam was grabbing his pack, Dean walked over to unlock the door. Quickly scanning the room to make sure he hadn’t left anything ‘unusual’ out in plain sight, he entered, allowing Sam to follow. Dean nodded at the first bed and said, “That’s the bed I’ve been using, you can take the other one.”
Sam nodded his agreement and walked over to the other bed dropping his pack onto it.
Sam looked at Dean shyly and quietly asked, “Is it ok if I take a shower?”
“Yeah, of course, take as long as you want,” Dean answered.
Sam opened his pack and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Dean undressed down to his boxers and got into his bed leaving the small lamp on for Sam. He quickly fell asleep unaware of what Sam was doing in the bathroom…
Sam turned on the water in the shower so Dean wouldn’t suspect anything. He then sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, trying to clear his mind.
“Father, are you there?”
“Yes, my son. Have you made contact with the hunter?”
“Yes, I am in his motel room with him right now.”
“Excellent work, Samuel. Continue as planned.”
“Father, wait! I am curious about this hunter. I feel connected to him somehow. May I stay with him a while so that I can figure out why?”
“No, you may not! You will follow the plan, or so help me, I will come there personally to make you! And believe me, my boy, you don’t want that now, do you?”
“No, of course not, Father. Forgive me; I will do as you command.”
“Good.”
Sam opened his eyes as the connection with his father disappeared. He hung his head in sadness at the thought of hurting Dean, but he did not want to anger his father. When his father was mad, he got very creative in the punishments he would give Sam.
Sam shuddered at the memory of the last time he displeased his father. No, as much as he liked Dean and didn’t want to hurt him, he had no choice. He pushed up off the floor and turned off the shower. Sam exited the bathroom to find that Dean was already sleeping peacefully in his bed. Sam walked across the room and sat on his bed facing Dean. He wished that his father had let him stay with Dean a little longer. He felt some strange attachment to the man in the other bed that he’d never felt for anyone. He wished that things could be different, that maybe he and Dean could be friends. Sam had never had any friends before. His father had never let him get close to anyone, ‘Too much risk’ he’d always say.
Closing his eyes in resignation, Sam decided to get this over with as quickly as possible. Snapping his eyes open, he used his telekinesis to toss Dean across the room into the wall. Dean hit, then crumpled to the floor and groaned, slowly waking up. ‘I’m so sorry Dean,’ thought Sam to himself...