Someone Else's Story 9/11
Title: Someone Else’s Story
Part: 9/11 - Year Nine
Author: Miss ‘Drea
Rating: NC-17
Parings/Characters: Sam/Dean (see previous years for all other pairings)
Word Count: ~3000
Summary: AU - John gives the boys up for adoption, and at an early age Dean and Sam are separated then later adopted into two different families, in two different states. By a chance of Fate (whose name is Castiel) the two brothers find each other - Sam’s in 10th grade, the youngest in his class having skipped several grades, and Dean, also in 10th grade is his ‘penpal’. Dean thinks the whole thing is dumb, Sam’s just glad to have a friend.
Warnings/Notes: This chapter deals with several uncomfortable topics. Suicide as a thought (but not the practical application of), incest between adults, adoption (which might not need to be on here, but still). Also, the pictures in this Year are definitely NSFW. Please view with care.
Masterpost (and Previous Years) Here
Year Nine
January 1st 2003 - November 2nd 2003
*
“Okay, dude. Spill it.”
Wince. “Spill what?”
“Whatever’s wrong. ‘Cause dude? Kind of tired of you flinching whenever I touch you. So, what’d I do?”
“What do you remember of your family before you were adopted?”
“Uh...Sam...if this is some kind of no-sequiter...”
“Non-sequitur and answer me please.”
“My mother died in a house fire. I had a little brother, and I pulled him from his burning room. Dad put us up for adoption right away, he was too young, only six months old. He was born on May 2nd, and I was supposed to protect him. Only the Charleston’s came and adopted me right away, and wouldn’t take him with me. It’s probably why I call you Sammy...it’s what I called him, y’know?” Suddenly suspicious. “Why?”
“I...have something to tell you.”
“That sounds ominous.”
Hands papers over. “Here.”
Reads. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Yeah I...Dean? Where are...”
Gets up. Walks away.
“...You going?”
Door slams.
*
*
“This is Dr. Webb.”
“Zak? I can’t breathe.”
“Sam? What’s wrong?”
“He’s g-gone. Dean, he’s gone. Fuck, he left me. Zak, he left me!” Sob.
“Dean left? Why? Sam, my boy...you need to breathe.”
“I can’t breathe. My lungs are collapsing and everything hurts. God, Zak I feel like I’m dying.”
“Tell me what happened.”
“Dean’s my brother. My brother.” Sniffle. Hitching breath. “I looked up my adoption agency, and asked about my information, and...and ...I was once Sam Winchester. And Dean, he remembers being Dean Winchester. Fuck, Zak. He just left.”
“You’re brothers?” Dry. “Well who’d have thought.”
“Yeah. Brothers. My older brother has been fucking me. Jesus Christ.”
“Sam, you need to breathe.”
“I know.” Shaky breaths. “Thanks, Zak. God, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I have no idea.” Small chuckle. “Hey, son? Remember what you told me? Things are never as bad as they seem. Give him time. You and Dean are soul mates, Sam. I know it.”
Hoarse. “How?”
“‘Cause I’m an Angel, of course.”
Wet snort. “Real angelic, Zak. Thanks, I’m...going to go clean up.”
“Call me if you feel like things are going south, and don’t do anything stupid.”
“Yes Zak.”
Click.
*
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Hey Dean, it’s Sam. It’s been a week. I just...I want to you know you’re okay.” Slow sigh. “I miss...I miss you.”
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Dean, it’s Sammy. I want to check in...like usual. It’s been another week. I keep telling myself that I’m only going to call once a week on a Friday...I keep catching myself trying to call, like, I’ll dial and then hang up, and it’s...really, really sad. Sorry. Bye, Dean.”
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Another week gone by. Just...saying hi. Numbers still the same. I miss you.”
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Can you just, please let me know that you’re not dead?”
*
Dean: not dead sammy
Sammy: thank u
Dean: sorry cant see u yet
Sammy: its ok
Sammy: well no its not
Sammy: miss u
Dean: sorry sammy
*
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Dean, it’s Sam. I just...wanted to update you. Ansem called me last night. He and Andy moved out together, like a whole other state and everything. They’re up in Vermont, and yeah, they’re still brothers...but they’re together. They um, aren’t speaking to their dad, but at least they’re happy y’know? I thought...you’d want to know. Bye, Dean. I miss you.”
*
Dean: thanks sammy
Sammy: welcome
Dean: u ok?
Sammy: stupid question
Dean: sorry
Sammy: no not ok
Dean: sorry
Sammy: u ok?
Dean: not really
Sammy: dean come home
Dean: I cant
*
*
“Hi, this is Samuel Hast-Winchester. I was wondering if we could open my file again...I wanted to know who my father is. And if there is any contact info for him.”
“Of course, Samuel.”
Wince. “It’s Sam, actually. Er, I prefer Sam.”
“Okay, so your father was named John Winchester, and there isn’t any contact information for him...but he did leave a next of kin behind. A Bobby Singer, I have a number for him.”
“I’ll take that. Anything, y’know?”
“Okay, Robert Singer...555-2900. Now, this contact information is twenty years out of date, so don’t get your hopes up too high.”
“Anything is better than nothing, ma’am. Thank you for your time.”
Click.
*
*
Phone rings.
“Singer Salvage.”
Startled. “Hi, sorry. I didn’t...think you were going to pick up. My name’s Sam Has....Winchester. My name is Sam Winchester. I don’t know if you remember me, or my father, but I got your number from my adoption file, you’re listed as John Winchester’s next of kin. I just...I wanted to know him, and I hoped you could help me.”
Surprised. “Sam Winchester? Shit, you must be twenty years old.” Low laugh. “Yeah, I remember your father. Biggest son of a bitch you’ll ever meet. Loved his boys though, loved them enough to give them up when the going got tough.”
“Have you spoken to him lately?”
“He dropped off the map, son. Haven’t heard from your daddy in a long time. Besides which, he knows better, and the next time I see him I’ll shoot the old bastard in the leg, he knows it.”
Startled laugh. “What’d he do?”
“Well boy, sit down and I’ll tell you about your daddy.”
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Dean, it’s me. I found one of dad’s old friends. His name is Bobby Singer, he works in a salvage yard in the middle of South Dakota, and he knows some of the best stories. Text me if you want his number. I didn’t tell him we were...lovers, but I said I had found you, entirely by accident.” Sigh. “I miss you.”
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“You, Mr. Dean Winchester. Are driving. Me insane. I think. I’m going crazy. Can masturbating make you blind? ‘Cause dude...fuck, just thinking of you makes me hard as fucking nails and I really wish you were home so we could just be together again. Shit, Dean you have no idea. I-fuck.” Grunt. “You left your whiskey here when you left.”
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Ignore last message. Please. Ow, my head hurts.”
*
Dean: how much?
Sammy: ???
Dean: did u drink?
Sammy: uh...all of it?
Dean: !!!
Sammy: was depressed fuck u very much
Dean: drink water lots of water and have aspirin
Sammy: going to college know all this
Dean: hows class?
Sammy: really dean?
Dean: im tryin here sammy
Sammy: class is good
Dean: meet any boys?
Sammy: REALLY DEAN?
Dean: have u?
Sammy: NO
Dean: u should
Sammy: wont
Dean: Sammy...
Sammy: shut up & come home damnit
*
*
Knock on door.
“Yeah, hold on a second.”
More insistent knocking.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, Jesus. Wait a fuckin’ min-....”
Door opens.
“Dean.” Aborted step forward. “Did you forget your keys?”
“Yeah...I left them on the beside table.”
Awkward silence.
“Shit Dean...what the fuck do we do now?”
“I don’t know, Sammy. I just...I know I can’t be away from you. God, we’ve been together...in so many different ways for what, nine fuckin’ years now? Jesus Christ Sam...I don’t know how to do this.”
Shaky sigh. “Yeah, me either.”
“So what are we, Sammy? Brothers? Or lovers?”
Hysterical laugh. “Both.”
“You’re not my brother, Sam. Yeah sure, a bit of paper and an adoption agency in fuck knows where says we are. But I don’t know you as my brother.”
Quietly. “You told me once that you looked to me as a little brother, Dean.”
“Yeah...” Soft laugh. “That was a really a deflection. Dude, I know I’m oblivious but I’m not that bad.”
Eyebrow raise. Dead pan. “What?”
“Man, you’re going to make me say it?”
“Hell fuckin’ yes I’m going to make you say it.”
Covers face with one hand. “Is there any Jack Daniels left?”
“No. And if there was, I wouldn’t let you have any. Just tell me, Dean.”
“You really drank the whole thing? Shit Sammy, you could have gotten alcohol poisoning, you have to be more careful!”
Flat look. “Dean. Focus.”
“Fine!” Pause. “Before Crowley...I used to dream about you. Not when you were real young, like thirteen or whatever. But after you sent me that photo of you, after the growth spurt. I used to jerk off in the shower to...” Pause. Blush. “Well, you get it. I wasn’t entirely ignorant and I didn’t want to upset you, mostly because I thought you thought of me as a brother.” Stratches back of his head. “Then I got those pages and everything kind of fell into place.”
“So then...why did you leave, when I told you what the Agency said?”
“Because it was like a worst nightmare come true. And when I leave in my dreams, I always wake up. I wanted to wake up.”
“Not a dream, Dean. It’s all real. Now, the question is, do we just...continue as we are and hide that we’re brothers? Or do we forget about it?”
“I don’t know Sammy. I really don’t.”
*
*
*
Knocks on car window.
Window rolls down.
“Hi, I’m Sam Hastings, and you’re being completely obvious and a total creeper, so what do you want with me and my brother?”
Sheepish. “You look just like your mother.”
Hard. “I wouldn’t know. My dad gave me up for adoption when I was six months old. Changed my date of birth and everything. I’m a whole six months older than I think I am. Who are you and what do you want?”
“You know who I am, otherwise you wouldn’t have come down here. You’d have called the cops.”
“What makes you think I didn’t do that already?”
Wary. “Did you?”
“No, but my brother will if I give him the signal.”
“Brother?”
“Yup. Now, John Winchester, mind telling your youngest son what the hell you’re doing here? Stalking his apartment? Being a total creeper. Did I mention that part?”
“You’ve done your research.”
“I spent four semesters as a Law Student. It pays. You going to answer any of my questions, Winchester?”
Slow smile. “You’re a smart kid.”
Rolls eyes. “I’m twenty. Get out of the car and come upstairs already, Christ.”
*
*
“Zachariah, what made you have this change of heart?”
Snort. “You know, Castiel, when Sam told me that you were the one who began their relationship, I was shocked. And here you are, same as always.”
“You called me here. I am merely ascertaining the reason for doing so.”
“I don’t think I could explain it to you if I tried, Castiel.”
“Try.”
“It is...hard for any of the Host to admit they were wrong. You know this. In this war between Heaven and Hell, I have always been on the side of Heaven. But our orders haven’t come from our Father, not for many years. And we...that is, Sam and I...he connected to me, Castiel.”
“He’s good at that.”
“I grew up with him. I watched him grow. He isn’t a monster. He’s just a boy.”
Small smile. “Yes. I know.”
“I only have one question, before we undo this Universe.”
“Yes?”
“Were you really sleeping with him?”
“Uh.”
“God’s Blood you were!” Laughs. “How was that experience?”
“Humanizing.”
“This will ruin them, Castiel.”
“They deserve to know.”
“I know they do. Especially Sam. He has become my friend. Against all odds, he has become my friend.”
“I understand the feeling, Zachariah. A word of caution though... do not let Uriel find out.”
“I won’t. Thank you, Castiel.”
“For what?”
“Listening.”
*
*
Hoarse. “Sammy.”
Confused. “Yeah Dean?”
“Fuck, I give up. We’re not brothers. We’re not. I lo....” Grunt.
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.”
“Shut up, Sammy. You just shut up.” Desperate kiss. “I love you, okay? I fuckin’ love you.”
Small smile. “Yeah Dean. Love you too.”
*End
Year Ten:
May 1st 2004 - September 24th 2004
Part: 9/11 - Year Nine
Author: Miss ‘Drea
Rating: NC-17
Parings/Characters: Sam/Dean (see previous years for all other pairings)
Word Count: ~3000
Summary: AU - John gives the boys up for adoption, and at an early age Dean and Sam are separated then later adopted into two different families, in two different states. By a chance of Fate (whose name is Castiel) the two brothers find each other - Sam’s in 10th grade, the youngest in his class having skipped several grades, and Dean, also in 10th grade is his ‘penpal’. Dean thinks the whole thing is dumb, Sam’s just glad to have a friend.
Warnings/Notes: This chapter deals with several uncomfortable topics. Suicide as a thought (but not the practical application of), incest between adults, adoption (which might not need to be on here, but still). Also, the pictures in this Year are definitely NSFW. Please view with care.
Masterpost (and Previous Years) Here
Year Nine
January 1st 2003 - November 2nd 2003
*
“Okay, dude. Spill it.”
Wince. “Spill what?”
“Whatever’s wrong. ‘Cause dude? Kind of tired of you flinching whenever I touch you. So, what’d I do?”
“What do you remember of your family before you were adopted?”
“Uh...Sam...if this is some kind of no-sequiter...”
“Non-sequitur and answer me please.”
“My mother died in a house fire. I had a little brother, and I pulled him from his burning room. Dad put us up for adoption right away, he was too young, only six months old. He was born on May 2nd, and I was supposed to protect him. Only the Charleston’s came and adopted me right away, and wouldn’t take him with me. It’s probably why I call you Sammy...it’s what I called him, y’know?” Suddenly suspicious. “Why?”
“I...have something to tell you.”
“That sounds ominous.”
Hands papers over. “Here.”
Reads. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Yeah I...Dean? Where are...”
Gets up. Walks away.
“...You going?”
Door slams.
*
*
“This is Dr. Webb.”
“Zak? I can’t breathe.”
“Sam? What’s wrong?”
“He’s g-gone. Dean, he’s gone. Fuck, he left me. Zak, he left me!” Sob.
“Dean left? Why? Sam, my boy...you need to breathe.”
“I can’t breathe. My lungs are collapsing and everything hurts. God, Zak I feel like I’m dying.”
“Tell me what happened.”
“Dean’s my brother. My brother.” Sniffle. Hitching breath. “I looked up my adoption agency, and asked about my information, and...and ...I was once Sam Winchester. And Dean, he remembers being Dean Winchester. Fuck, Zak. He just left.”
“You’re brothers?” Dry. “Well who’d have thought.”
“Yeah. Brothers. My older brother has been fucking me. Jesus Christ.”
“Sam, you need to breathe.”
“I know.” Shaky breaths. “Thanks, Zak. God, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I have no idea.” Small chuckle. “Hey, son? Remember what you told me? Things are never as bad as they seem. Give him time. You and Dean are soul mates, Sam. I know it.”
Hoarse. “How?”
“‘Cause I’m an Angel, of course.”
Wet snort. “Real angelic, Zak. Thanks, I’m...going to go clean up.”
“Call me if you feel like things are going south, and don’t do anything stupid.”
“Yes Zak.”
Click.
*
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Hey Dean, it’s Sam. It’s been a week. I just...I want to you know you’re okay.” Slow sigh. “I miss...I miss you.”
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Dean, it’s Sammy. I want to check in...like usual. It’s been another week. I keep telling myself that I’m only going to call once a week on a Friday...I keep catching myself trying to call, like, I’ll dial and then hang up, and it’s...really, really sad. Sorry. Bye, Dean.”
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Another week gone by. Just...saying hi. Numbers still the same. I miss you.”
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Can you just, please let me know that you’re not dead?”
*
Dean: not dead sammy
Sammy: thank u
Dean: sorry cant see u yet
Sammy: its ok
Sammy: well no its not
Sammy: miss u
Dean: sorry sammy
*
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Dean, it’s Sam. I just...wanted to update you. Ansem called me last night. He and Andy moved out together, like a whole other state and everything. They’re up in Vermont, and yeah, they’re still brothers...but they’re together. They um, aren’t speaking to their dad, but at least they’re happy y’know? I thought...you’d want to know. Bye, Dean. I miss you.”
*
Dean: thanks sammy
Sammy: welcome
Dean: u ok?
Sammy: stupid question
Dean: sorry
Sammy: no not ok
Dean: sorry
Sammy: u ok?
Dean: not really
Sammy: dean come home
Dean: I cant
*
*
“Hi, this is Samuel Hast-Winchester. I was wondering if we could open my file again...I wanted to know who my father is. And if there is any contact info for him.”
“Of course, Samuel.”
Wince. “It’s Sam, actually. Er, I prefer Sam.”
“Okay, so your father was named John Winchester, and there isn’t any contact information for him...but he did leave a next of kin behind. A Bobby Singer, I have a number for him.”
“I’ll take that. Anything, y’know?”
“Okay, Robert Singer...555-2900. Now, this contact information is twenty years out of date, so don’t get your hopes up too high.”
“Anything is better than nothing, ma’am. Thank you for your time.”
Click.
*
*
Phone rings.
“Singer Salvage.”
Startled. “Hi, sorry. I didn’t...think you were going to pick up. My name’s Sam Has....Winchester. My name is Sam Winchester. I don’t know if you remember me, or my father, but I got your number from my adoption file, you’re listed as John Winchester’s next of kin. I just...I wanted to know him, and I hoped you could help me.”
Surprised. “Sam Winchester? Shit, you must be twenty years old.” Low laugh. “Yeah, I remember your father. Biggest son of a bitch you’ll ever meet. Loved his boys though, loved them enough to give them up when the going got tough.”
“Have you spoken to him lately?”
“He dropped off the map, son. Haven’t heard from your daddy in a long time. Besides which, he knows better, and the next time I see him I’ll shoot the old bastard in the leg, he knows it.”
Startled laugh. “What’d he do?”
“Well boy, sit down and I’ll tell you about your daddy.”
*
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Dean, it’s me. I found one of dad’s old friends. His name is Bobby Singer, he works in a salvage yard in the middle of South Dakota, and he knows some of the best stories. Text me if you want his number. I didn’t tell him we were...lovers, but I said I had found you, entirely by accident.” Sigh. “I miss you.”
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“You, Mr. Dean Winchester. Are driving. Me insane. I think. I’m going crazy. Can masturbating make you blind? ‘Cause dude...fuck, just thinking of you makes me hard as fucking nails and I really wish you were home so we could just be together again. Shit, Dean you have no idea. I-fuck.” Grunt. “You left your whiskey here when you left.”
Hey this is Dean, I’m not around. Leave me a message.
“Ignore last message. Please. Ow, my head hurts.”
*
Dean: how much?
Sammy: ???
Dean: did u drink?
Sammy: uh...all of it?
Dean: !!!
Sammy: was depressed fuck u very much
Dean: drink water lots of water and have aspirin
Sammy: going to college know all this
Dean: hows class?
Sammy: really dean?
Dean: im tryin here sammy
Sammy: class is good
Dean: meet any boys?
Sammy: REALLY DEAN?
Dean: have u?
Sammy: NO
Dean: u should
Sammy: wont
Dean: Sammy...
Sammy: shut up & come home damnit
*
*
Knock on door.
“Yeah, hold on a second.”
More insistent knocking.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, Jesus. Wait a fuckin’ min-....”
Door opens.
“Dean.” Aborted step forward. “Did you forget your keys?”
“Yeah...I left them on the beside table.”
Awkward silence.
“Shit Dean...what the fuck do we do now?”
“I don’t know, Sammy. I just...I know I can’t be away from you. God, we’ve been together...in so many different ways for what, nine fuckin’ years now? Jesus Christ Sam...I don’t know how to do this.”
Shaky sigh. “Yeah, me either.”
“So what are we, Sammy? Brothers? Or lovers?”
Hysterical laugh. “Both.”
“You’re not my brother, Sam. Yeah sure, a bit of paper and an adoption agency in fuck knows where says we are. But I don’t know you as my brother.”
Quietly. “You told me once that you looked to me as a little brother, Dean.”
“Yeah...” Soft laugh. “That was a really a deflection. Dude, I know I’m oblivious but I’m not that bad.”
Eyebrow raise. Dead pan. “What?”
“Man, you’re going to make me say it?”
“Hell fuckin’ yes I’m going to make you say it.”
Covers face with one hand. “Is there any Jack Daniels left?”
“No. And if there was, I wouldn’t let you have any. Just tell me, Dean.”
“You really drank the whole thing? Shit Sammy, you could have gotten alcohol poisoning, you have to be more careful!”
Flat look. “Dean. Focus.”
“Fine!” Pause. “Before Crowley...I used to dream about you. Not when you were real young, like thirteen or whatever. But after you sent me that photo of you, after the growth spurt. I used to jerk off in the shower to...” Pause. Blush. “Well, you get it. I wasn’t entirely ignorant and I didn’t want to upset you, mostly because I thought you thought of me as a brother.” Stratches back of his head. “Then I got those pages and everything kind of fell into place.”
“So then...why did you leave, when I told you what the Agency said?”
“Because it was like a worst nightmare come true. And when I leave in my dreams, I always wake up. I wanted to wake up.”
“Not a dream, Dean. It’s all real. Now, the question is, do we just...continue as we are and hide that we’re brothers? Or do we forget about it?”
“I don’t know Sammy. I really don’t.”
*
*
*
Knocks on car window.
Window rolls down.
“Hi, I’m Sam Hastings, and you’re being completely obvious and a total creeper, so what do you want with me and my brother?”
Sheepish. “You look just like your mother.”
Hard. “I wouldn’t know. My dad gave me up for adoption when I was six months old. Changed my date of birth and everything. I’m a whole six months older than I think I am. Who are you and what do you want?”
“You know who I am, otherwise you wouldn’t have come down here. You’d have called the cops.”
“What makes you think I didn’t do that already?”
Wary. “Did you?”
“No, but my brother will if I give him the signal.”
“Brother?”
“Yup. Now, John Winchester, mind telling your youngest son what the hell you’re doing here? Stalking his apartment? Being a total creeper. Did I mention that part?”
“You’ve done your research.”
“I spent four semesters as a Law Student. It pays. You going to answer any of my questions, Winchester?”
Slow smile. “You’re a smart kid.”
Rolls eyes. “I’m twenty. Get out of the car and come upstairs already, Christ.”
*
*
“Zachariah, what made you have this change of heart?”
Snort. “You know, Castiel, when Sam told me that you were the one who began their relationship, I was shocked. And here you are, same as always.”
“You called me here. I am merely ascertaining the reason for doing so.”
“I don’t think I could explain it to you if I tried, Castiel.”
“Try.”
“It is...hard for any of the Host to admit they were wrong. You know this. In this war between Heaven and Hell, I have always been on the side of Heaven. But our orders haven’t come from our Father, not for many years. And we...that is, Sam and I...he connected to me, Castiel.”
“He’s good at that.”
“I grew up with him. I watched him grow. He isn’t a monster. He’s just a boy.”
Small smile. “Yes. I know.”
“I only have one question, before we undo this Universe.”
“Yes?”
“Were you really sleeping with him?”
“Uh.”
“God’s Blood you were!” Laughs. “How was that experience?”
“Humanizing.”
“This will ruin them, Castiel.”
“They deserve to know.”
“I know they do. Especially Sam. He has become my friend. Against all odds, he has become my friend.”
“I understand the feeling, Zachariah. A word of caution though... do not let Uriel find out.”
“I won’t. Thank you, Castiel.”
“For what?”
“Listening.”
*
*
Hoarse. “Sammy.”
Confused. “Yeah Dean?”
“Fuck, I give up. We’re not brothers. We’re not. I lo....” Grunt.
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.”
“Shut up, Sammy. You just shut up.” Desperate kiss. “I love you, okay? I fuckin’ love you.”
Small smile. “Yeah Dean. Love you too.”
*End
Year Ten:
May 1st 2004 - September 24th 2004