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
Dean groaned and tried to figure out how he had ended up on the floor across the room. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep when Sam was in the shower. His eyes quickly snapped open and started to scan the room to make sure the younger man was okay. He stared in surprise at seeing Sam sitting on his own bed looking unhurt.
“Sam,” he asked, “What’s going on? What happened?”
“I’m sorry, Dean,” he answered as he slowly stood up. Sam then raised his hand and Dean found himself pulled up from the floor and pressed back to the wall with his arms out to his sides. Dean struggled against his invisible bonds, but he wasn’t going anywhere until Sam wanted him to.
Dean glared at Sam and growled out, “Christo.” He was surprised when that had no effect on the kid.
Sam sighed and then spoke, “I’m not a demon, Dean.”
Dean let out a huff and watched in apprehension as Sam pulled a knife from his pack. Sam advanced on Dean, bringing the knife up to the older man’s throat. Dean tensed in anticipation, but the cut he was expecting never came. Dean watched with surprise as Sam dropped the knife and backed away shaking his head. Sam stopped as his back hit the wall and he slid to the floor pulling his knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs and started rocking with tears running down his face. Dean had to strain his ears to hear what it was the kid was saying, “I’m sorry, I can’t, so sorry, going to kill me…”
Dean felt his invisible bonds release and sat gently on the floor.
“Sam,” Dean said softly. “Hey kiddo, what’s going on? Talk to me, please.”
Sam raised his face and Dean stiffened at the amount of pain reflected in the kid’s eyes.
Dean took a breath and then said, “Please, Sam, tell me what’s going on.”
Sam sniffled and stuttered out, “I-I c-can’t he’ll k-kill me.”
Dean spoke softly and soothingly, trying to calm the kid down, “Who, Sam? What’s going on?”
Sam took some deep breaths to calm down, and then whispered, “My father, my adopted father, he sent me here to kill you. I was adopted when I was just a baby. Apparently, I had been left on his doorstep with a note saying that my real parents didn’t want me. He took me in and raised me as his son. I didn’t go to school as a child, instead I had private tutors. He said it was because I was special and different from other children. I was never allowed to interact with kids my own age. When I turned 12, I started having horrible nightmares and would wake up with stuff in my room floating around. My father brought in a friend of his, who is a psychic, and she taught me to control my powers. After that, my father started teaching me about demons and hunters. I was 16 when I accidentally discovered that my father was a demon. I ran away but he tracked me down and dragged me home. Once my punishment was over, I never disobeyed him ever again.” Sam took a deep breath and, looking Dean in the eye, said, “Until now.”
Dean looked back at Sam as he tried to make sense out of everything he just heard. He slowly stood and began walking towards the younger man. He had barely made it halfway across the floor when the door to his motel room was kicked in. Dean stared in shock as his dad came into the room. Sam took one look at the man entering the room and scurried further away, not stopping until he was safely in a corner. He gazed in fear at the older, grizzled hunter.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Dean asked breaking the silence.
John didn’t answer immediately, but instead, glanced around the room taking everything in. His eyes stopped on Sam and he studied the kid before finally focusing on his son.
“Missouri had a vision of you getting killed by the demon that killed your mother. I brought the Colt, the only thing that can kill it, so that we can finally kill that son-of-a-bitch,” John said, answering his son’s question.
“Wait, what? Why would the demon that killed Mom come after me?” Dean asked in confusion.
John shrugged and answered, “I don’t know why it is after you son. Now, tell me what’s going on here.”
Dean sighed and sat down heavily on his bed. He ran a hand over his face and looked at his dad. “I don’t even know where to start,” he said wearily.
John sat down in one of the chairs in the room and replied, “Start at the beginning. Who is that kid?”
Dean glanced at Sam and said, “His name is Sam. I offered him a place to stay for the night and a ride in the morning.”
John glanced back at Sam and studied the kid more intensely. Sam looked back, scared to even blink as John scrutinized him.
John turned back to Dean and said, “I get the feeling there’s a little more to it than that. Now, tell me everything.”
Dean stiffened slightly in response to the order heard in his dad’s voice. He quickly and concisely related everything starting with Sam buying him the beer. When he was done, he looked at his dad, unsure of how he was going to react.
John processed everything his son said and then with a speed belied by his age, he was across the room yanking Sam to his feet. John grasped the boy hard by his arms and pushed him up against the wall. Holding him in place with one hand on his chest, John used his other to pull out a flask of holy water. Sam coughed and spluttered as John doused him in holy water. Dean just watched in shock at his dad’s actions towards Sam before finally running over and yanking his dad off the poor kid.
“Dad, stop it! It’s all right,” Dean shouted as he pushed his dad further away from Sam.
Dean turned and helped Sam sit down on the bed. He then strode over to where his dad was standing so they could talk without the kid overhearing them. All of a sudden, they both found themselves unable to move from their spots. They turned their accusing gazes to Sam but he just shook his head and said, “It’s not me. I swear!”
Once again, the door to the motel room was roughly pushed open and in walked the man with yellow eyes. John looked at the man, the demon, in shock and spat out, “You!”
The demon simply smirked and walked into the middle of the room. He turned his gaze to Sam and motioned for his son to come to him. Sam reluctantly got to his feet and walked over, keeping his eyes firmly on the floor.
The demon reached out and grasped Sam’s chin, forcing him to look up. “I am very disappointed in you, Samuel,” he growled out. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed. You remember what happened the last time you failed me, don’t you? Do you really want a repeat of that?”
Sam wordlessly shook his head ‘no’ as tears started to fall down his face. “I’m sorry, Father,” he whispered.
The demon regarded his son for a moment, then without warning struck him across the face. Sam fell to the floor with the force of the blow, but he knew better than to let out a sound. That would just bring even more punishment. The demon then turned his attention to the two hunters still frozen in place.
“Well, John, it has been a long time. I haven’t seen you since the night your poor wife died. I’m so sorry for your loss,” the demon smirked.
“Shut your mouth you bastard!” John growled out.
“Temper, temper, John,” the demon chastised. “So, what do you think of my son here?” the demon asked. “He’s a bit of a disappointment, but overall I think that I raised him well.”
John looked at the demon in puzzlement, but as realization sank in, he turned his gaze on Sam. John couldn’t stop staring at the kid cowering on the floor, remembering everything that Dean had told him about the young man.
“Sammy?” he finally whispered.
The demon smirked and said, “Finally figured it out, John?”
Dean stared around in confusion, “Dad, what?”
“Dean,” John said, “This is your brother.”
“What? You told me that he was dead!” Dean shouted at his dad angrily.
John hung his head and mumbled, “I didn’t know what else to tell you. The demon took your brother and killed your mother. What was I supposed to think he was going to do with a baby?”
Dean just shook his head and turned to look down at his little brother. As his eyes met those of Sam, he could feel all the years of unhappiness just melt away. All he felt, staring into the younger man’s eyes was, an overwhelming sense of love and home. Sam was staring back at Dean with the same wonderment on his face.
“Are they really my family?” he asked shakily.
The demon gave a sigh and then nodded at the boy. “Yes, but remember they didn’t want you. They left you with me because they knew that you weren’t normal. John blames you for your mother’s death, Samuel.”
Sam turned sad eyes on John and asked, “Is that true?”
John stared back at Sam in horror, “No, Sammy,” he said, “He stole you from us the night he killed your mother. I never gave you up to him.”
Sam blinked at John in confusion. “Then why did you never try to find me?” he asked.
“I did, Sammy, I swear to you I did. That bastard is really hard to track and he must’ve had some sort of cloaking spell on you or something. Nobody I went to could ever find a trace of you. That doesn’t mean I ever stopped searching though,” John said, willing Sam to believe him.
“But, then why did you tell Dean I was dead?” Sam asked.
“I didn’t want to get his hopes up, Sammy,” John answered.
“You don’t believe him, do you, Samuel?” the demon asked. “I raised you as my son, took care of you and I have never lied to you. To John, you are just another supernatural creature that needs to be hunted down and killed.”
Sam looked between the demon and the hunter trying to figure out what to believe. The demon crouched down next to Sam and grasped his face in its hands, bringing the child’s gaze to its own. Looking deeply into the boy’s eyes, the demon forged a link between them so they could communicate silently.
“Samuel, listen to me. I may be evil, I am after all a demon, but I would never lie to you. Do you really think that a hunter would ever let someone like you live? With the powers you possess you are automatically a threat that needs to be put down.”
“Dean wouldn’t let him do that to me!”
“Do you really think that Dean would stand with you against his father? He’s only known you for a day; he’s loved his father for 23 years Samuel. I’m sorry, my son, but no one wants you except me. I am your only family. We may not be blood, but in all else we are father and son. This is why I sent you to kill Dean. I knew the pain you would feel once you found out the truth and I wanted to spare you that.”
“Thank you, Father; you always know what is best for me.”
“Now, my son, we have two hunters to kill.”
The demon severed the link as both he and Sam rose to their feet. With a nod to Sam, the demon asked, “Which are you going to kill first, my son?”
Sam appeared to give the question careful consideration, and then replied, “I think that I will start with John. After all, he knowingly left me. Dean’s only crime is ignorance of the situation.”
The demon nodded approvingly as Sam crossed the room to the two hunters. He slowly circled them, studying them intently. He stopped in front of John and stared into the older man’s eyes. Sam used his telekinesis to pull the Colt from John’s coat. Concealing it, he turned around to face his father.
“How would you like me to kill them, Father?” Sam asked the demon.
“These are your kills, Samuel. How do you want to kill them?” the demon answered.
Sam didn’t answer, but instead turned and walked stopping in front of his brother. Again using his telekinesis, he pushed the Colt into his brother’s hand. He stared into Dean’s eyes, trying to convey his thoughts to his brother. Dean gave a short nod to let Sam know that he was ready. Sam turned back around, facing his father, and raised his arm to try to hold the demon in place.
“Samuel,” the demon yelled, “What are you doing?”
Sam staggered under the pressure his father was exerting to break his hold. He was determined to keep the demon frozen until the force holding his brother in place was released. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw John’s arm twitch and knew that his father’s hold on the two men was breaking. He re-doubled his efforts, forcing the demon to choose between holding the other men in place or concentrating all his energy in fighting Sam. Sam could feel the moment his father chose and grit his teeth under the full force of the demon’s power.
Sam fell to one knee and yelled, “Dean, now!”
Dean quickly brought his arm up and took careful aim, not wanting to lose the one shot at killing the demon that had ruined all of their lives. As the bullet left the gun, the demon snarled and used his last bit of power to swat at Sam. Sam flew across the room with a startled shout and crashed into the wall. He hit hard and crumpled to the floor, unmoving. The demon’s revenge was short-lived, as the bullet from the Colt hit him in the center of the forehead. As the bullet entered his skull, sparks of yellow lightning crackled under his skin. The demon then fell to the floor, dead.
Dean yelled out, “Sammy!” And quickly ran over to where his brother slumped, unconscious.
He turned Sam over and sighed in relief at seeing the rise and fall of the kid’s chest. Dean jumped when he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. Looking up, he gave a tired smile to his dad. John knelt down and with Dean’s help, they managed to get Sam onto the nearest bed. Dean sat on the bed with his brother, refusing to let go of Sam’s hand. John went into the bathroom to get some wet washcloths to clean Sam up a bit. After that, he settled into a chair that he had pulled along the opposite of the bed from Dean to wait for his youngest to wake up.
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
Dean groaned and tried to figure out how he had ended up on the floor across the room. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep when Sam was in the shower. His eyes quickly snapped open and started to scan the room to make sure the younger man was okay. He stared in surprise at seeing Sam sitting on his own bed looking unhurt.
“Sam,” he asked, “What’s going on? What happened?”
“I’m sorry, Dean,” he answered as he slowly stood up. Sam then raised his hand and Dean found himself pulled up from the floor and pressed back to the wall with his arms out to his sides. Dean struggled against his invisible bonds, but he wasn’t going anywhere until Sam wanted him to.
Dean glared at Sam and growled out, “Christo.” He was surprised when that had no effect on the kid.
Sam sighed and then spoke, “I’m not a demon, Dean.”
Dean let out a huff and watched in apprehension as Sam pulled a knife from his pack. Sam advanced on Dean, bringing the knife up to the older man’s throat. Dean tensed in anticipation, but the cut he was expecting never came. Dean watched with surprise as Sam dropped the knife and backed away shaking his head. Sam stopped as his back hit the wall and he slid to the floor pulling his knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs and started rocking with tears running down his face. Dean had to strain his ears to hear what it was the kid was saying, “I’m sorry, I can’t, so sorry, going to kill me…”
Dean felt his invisible bonds release and sat gently on the floor.
“Sam,” Dean said softly. “Hey kiddo, what’s going on? Talk to me, please.”
Sam raised his face and Dean stiffened at the amount of pain reflected in the kid’s eyes.
Dean took a breath and then said, “Please, Sam, tell me what’s going on.”
Sam sniffled and stuttered out, “I-I c-can’t he’ll k-kill me.”
Dean spoke softly and soothingly, trying to calm the kid down, “Who, Sam? What’s going on?”
Sam took some deep breaths to calm down, and then whispered, “My father, my adopted father, he sent me here to kill you. I was adopted when I was just a baby. Apparently, I had been left on his doorstep with a note saying that my real parents didn’t want me. He took me in and raised me as his son. I didn’t go to school as a child, instead I had private tutors. He said it was because I was special and different from other children. I was never allowed to interact with kids my own age. When I turned 12, I started having horrible nightmares and would wake up with stuff in my room floating around. My father brought in a friend of his, who is a psychic, and she taught me to control my powers. After that, my father started teaching me about demons and hunters. I was 16 when I accidentally discovered that my father was a demon. I ran away but he tracked me down and dragged me home. Once my punishment was over, I never disobeyed him ever again.” Sam took a deep breath and, looking Dean in the eye, said, “Until now.”
Dean looked back at Sam as he tried to make sense out of everything he just heard. He slowly stood and began walking towards the younger man. He had barely made it halfway across the floor when the door to his motel room was kicked in. Dean stared in shock as his dad came into the room. Sam took one look at the man entering the room and scurried further away, not stopping until he was safely in a corner. He gazed in fear at the older, grizzled hunter.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Dean asked breaking the silence.
John didn’t answer immediately, but instead, glanced around the room taking everything in. His eyes stopped on Sam and he studied the kid before finally focusing on his son.
“Missouri had a vision of you getting killed by the demon that killed your mother. I brought the Colt, the only thing that can kill it, so that we can finally kill that son-of-a-bitch,” John said, answering his son’s question.
“Wait, what? Why would the demon that killed Mom come after me?” Dean asked in confusion.
John shrugged and answered, “I don’t know why it is after you son. Now, tell me what’s going on here.”
Dean sighed and sat down heavily on his bed. He ran a hand over his face and looked at his dad. “I don’t even know where to start,” he said wearily.
John sat down in one of the chairs in the room and replied, “Start at the beginning. Who is that kid?”
Dean glanced at Sam and said, “His name is Sam. I offered him a place to stay for the night and a ride in the morning.”
John glanced back at Sam and studied the kid more intensely. Sam looked back, scared to even blink as John scrutinized him.
John turned back to Dean and said, “I get the feeling there’s a little more to it than that. Now, tell me everything.”
Dean stiffened slightly in response to the order heard in his dad’s voice. He quickly and concisely related everything starting with Sam buying him the beer. When he was done, he looked at his dad, unsure of how he was going to react.
John processed everything his son said and then with a speed belied by his age, he was across the room yanking Sam to his feet. John grasped the boy hard by his arms and pushed him up against the wall. Holding him in place with one hand on his chest, John used his other to pull out a flask of holy water. Sam coughed and spluttered as John doused him in holy water. Dean just watched in shock at his dad’s actions towards Sam before finally running over and yanking his dad off the poor kid.
“Dad, stop it! It’s all right,” Dean shouted as he pushed his dad further away from Sam.
Dean turned and helped Sam sit down on the bed. He then strode over to where his dad was standing so they could talk without the kid overhearing them. All of a sudden, they both found themselves unable to move from their spots. They turned their accusing gazes to Sam but he just shook his head and said, “It’s not me. I swear!”
Once again, the door to the motel room was roughly pushed open and in walked the man with yellow eyes. John looked at the man, the demon, in shock and spat out, “You!”
The demon simply smirked and walked into the middle of the room. He turned his gaze to Sam and motioned for his son to come to him. Sam reluctantly got to his feet and walked over, keeping his eyes firmly on the floor.
The demon reached out and grasped Sam’s chin, forcing him to look up. “I am very disappointed in you, Samuel,” he growled out. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed. You remember what happened the last time you failed me, don’t you? Do you really want a repeat of that?”
Sam wordlessly shook his head ‘no’ as tears started to fall down his face. “I’m sorry, Father,” he whispered.
The demon regarded his son for a moment, then without warning struck him across the face. Sam fell to the floor with the force of the blow, but he knew better than to let out a sound. That would just bring even more punishment. The demon then turned his attention to the two hunters still frozen in place.
“Well, John, it has been a long time. I haven’t seen you since the night your poor wife died. I’m so sorry for your loss,” the demon smirked.
“Shut your mouth you bastard!” John growled out.
“Temper, temper, John,” the demon chastised. “So, what do you think of my son here?” the demon asked. “He’s a bit of a disappointment, but overall I think that I raised him well.”
John looked at the demon in puzzlement, but as realization sank in, he turned his gaze on Sam. John couldn’t stop staring at the kid cowering on the floor, remembering everything that Dean had told him about the young man.
“Sammy?” he finally whispered.
The demon smirked and said, “Finally figured it out, John?”
Dean stared around in confusion, “Dad, what?”
“Dean,” John said, “This is your brother.”
“What? You told me that he was dead!” Dean shouted at his dad angrily.
John hung his head and mumbled, “I didn’t know what else to tell you. The demon took your brother and killed your mother. What was I supposed to think he was going to do with a baby?”
Dean just shook his head and turned to look down at his little brother. As his eyes met those of Sam, he could feel all the years of unhappiness just melt away. All he felt, staring into the younger man’s eyes was, an overwhelming sense of love and home. Sam was staring back at Dean with the same wonderment on his face.
“Are they really my family?” he asked shakily.
The demon gave a sigh and then nodded at the boy. “Yes, but remember they didn’t want you. They left you with me because they knew that you weren’t normal. John blames you for your mother’s death, Samuel.”
Sam turned sad eyes on John and asked, “Is that true?”
John stared back at Sam in horror, “No, Sammy,” he said, “He stole you from us the night he killed your mother. I never gave you up to him.”
Sam blinked at John in confusion. “Then why did you never try to find me?” he asked.
“I did, Sammy, I swear to you I did. That bastard is really hard to track and he must’ve had some sort of cloaking spell on you or something. Nobody I went to could ever find a trace of you. That doesn’t mean I ever stopped searching though,” John said, willing Sam to believe him.
“But, then why did you tell Dean I was dead?” Sam asked.
“I didn’t want to get his hopes up, Sammy,” John answered.
“You don’t believe him, do you, Samuel?” the demon asked. “I raised you as my son, took care of you and I have never lied to you. To John, you are just another supernatural creature that needs to be hunted down and killed.”
Sam looked between the demon and the hunter trying to figure out what to believe. The demon crouched down next to Sam and grasped his face in its hands, bringing the child’s gaze to its own. Looking deeply into the boy’s eyes, the demon forged a link between them so they could communicate silently.
“Samuel, listen to me. I may be evil, I am after all a demon, but I would never lie to you. Do you really think that a hunter would ever let someone like you live? With the powers you possess you are automatically a threat that needs to be put down.”
“Dean wouldn’t let him do that to me!”
“Do you really think that Dean would stand with you against his father? He’s only known you for a day; he’s loved his father for 23 years Samuel. I’m sorry, my son, but no one wants you except me. I am your only family. We may not be blood, but in all else we are father and son. This is why I sent you to kill Dean. I knew the pain you would feel once you found out the truth and I wanted to spare you that.”
“Thank you, Father; you always know what is best for me.”
“Now, my son, we have two hunters to kill.”
The demon severed the link as both he and Sam rose to their feet. With a nod to Sam, the demon asked, “Which are you going to kill first, my son?”
Sam appeared to give the question careful consideration, and then replied, “I think that I will start with John. After all, he knowingly left me. Dean’s only crime is ignorance of the situation.”
The demon nodded approvingly as Sam crossed the room to the two hunters. He slowly circled them, studying them intently. He stopped in front of John and stared into the older man’s eyes. Sam used his telekinesis to pull the Colt from John’s coat. Concealing it, he turned around to face his father.
“How would you like me to kill them, Father?” Sam asked the demon.
“These are your kills, Samuel. How do you want to kill them?” the demon answered.
Sam didn’t answer, but instead turned and walked stopping in front of his brother. Again using his telekinesis, he pushed the Colt into his brother’s hand. He stared into Dean’s eyes, trying to convey his thoughts to his brother. Dean gave a short nod to let Sam know that he was ready. Sam turned back around, facing his father, and raised his arm to try to hold the demon in place.
“Samuel,” the demon yelled, “What are you doing?”
Sam staggered under the pressure his father was exerting to break his hold. He was determined to keep the demon frozen until the force holding his brother in place was released. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw John’s arm twitch and knew that his father’s hold on the two men was breaking. He re-doubled his efforts, forcing the demon to choose between holding the other men in place or concentrating all his energy in fighting Sam. Sam could feel the moment his father chose and grit his teeth under the full force of the demon’s power.
Sam fell to one knee and yelled, “Dean, now!”
Dean quickly brought his arm up and took careful aim, not wanting to lose the one shot at killing the demon that had ruined all of their lives. As the bullet left the gun, the demon snarled and used his last bit of power to swat at Sam. Sam flew across the room with a startled shout and crashed into the wall. He hit hard and crumpled to the floor, unmoving. The demon’s revenge was short-lived, as the bullet from the Colt hit him in the center of the forehead. As the bullet entered his skull, sparks of yellow lightning crackled under his skin. The demon then fell to the floor, dead.
Dean yelled out, “Sammy!” And quickly ran over to where his brother slumped, unconscious.
He turned Sam over and sighed in relief at seeing the rise and fall of the kid’s chest. Dean jumped when he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. Looking up, he gave a tired smile to his dad. John knelt down and with Dean’s help, they managed to get Sam onto the nearest bed. Dean sat on the bed with his brother, refusing to let go of Sam’s hand. John went into the bathroom to get some wet washcloths to clean Sam up a bit. After that, he settled into a chair that he had pulled along the opposite of the bed from Dean to wait for his youngest to wake up.