Something Missing (1/1)
Title: Something Missing (1/1)
Author:
shadow_one
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Mary, mentions of Dean
Warnings: Spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1
A/N: Dude, I'm on a roll tonight...Cause I have no idea where this came from either. Hopefully this one makes sense too...*bites nails*
Disclaimer: Still not mine *sigh* Darn it. Gotta keep trying though....
It was a strange sensation this...dying thing. If that's what you'd call it. In all honesty, he'd expected something different. That proverbial bright light at the end of the tunnel doesn't really exist. There's only blackness that surrounds you. Then when you take steps to find the light, your footsteps echo, like you're in a room. Sam shook his head. Someone really needed to tell people that the whole dying thing isn't all it's cracked up to be. In fact, it's quite...well...dark. Doing what seemed to be a full turn to him, he opened his mouth finally and called out, "Hello? Anybody there?"
Nothing but the dying echo of his own voice met his ears. Frowning, he continued to walk in the direction that he assumed was forward. After what seemed like hours of wandering around in the dark, finally a light came on. Sam almost laughed at the irony of a light finally coming on. Using that as his guide, he walked towards it and soon found himself standing outside his old house in Lawrence. "The hell..." he let his voice trail off as he began to walk around the yard.
From what he saw, it looked exactly the same as the last time him and Dean had come to get rid of that poltergeist. Walking up to the front door, he placed his hand against it and closed his eyes. He could hear the sounds of voices coming from inside, they sounded...happy. Curiosity getting the better of him, he went to knock on the door, when it suddenly jerked open.
His eyes widened when he saw his mother's smiling face in the doorway, "Welcome home, Sam." her voice sounded like a choir of angels singing to his ears.
"Mom," he whispered, still standing on the porch.
She held out her arms to him, "Come in. This is your home now too."
He walked into her embrace and wrapped his arms around her, "Hi, Mom."
Pulling away, she led him into the house and over to the front room, where a TV stood, flickering with various images all distorted. As they stopped inside the room, Mary motioned for him to sit down on the couch.
Eyes still on the distorted images of the TV, he did as he was told and sat carefully on the couch. When his mom sat beside him, he tore his gaze away and looked at her. "Mom...why am I here?"
She gave him a questioning look, "It's your home, honey. Why else would you be here?"
He shrugged, "I don't know...it's just...it's weird."
Reaching her hand out, she put it gently on his knee, "It won't feel weird for very long." She glanced over her shoulder at the TV, then back at Sam. "Sweety...we need to talk."
Shifting on the couch, he followed her gaze to the TV as well, "Okay..." He said slowly. "About what?"
She took a breath, "About a few things."
Now he was confused. "Okay...Ah..." He let out a breath, unsure of what to say.
"Do you notice anything missing?" Mary asked, quieting her son's stuttering.
He looked around, "Should I?"
A sad smile graced her lips, "Think sweetheart. What's missing from here?"
Looking around once more and frowning, he stood and began pacing."Mom...I don't-"
Standing as well, she stopped his pacing, "Concentrate."
Sighing, he closed his eyes and did as he was told. Suddenly, sounds were filtering into his senses and he opened his eyes. Looking around, his gaze settled on the TV, still flashing blurred images, but now playing sounds as well. When he looked back at Mary, her smile had gone from a sad one to one of happiness, and she nodded. "That's it, Sam. Keep thinking."
Closing his eyes once more, he set his mind to what was missing, and the sounds became louder, and more clear. Now he could catch parts of what the audio was saying.
"...Saving people...hunting things..."
His eyebrows furrowed. He knew that voice. Opening his eyes again, he found that his mom had moved back to the couch. Gaze going over to the TV, he discovered that the once distorted images had now become clear. Walking over to it, he knelt in front and watched the pictures flash by, audio flickering as fast as the images. Putting his hand out, he slowly reached out to the screen. Finally making contact with it, he watched as it froze on an image.
Suddenly he knew what was missing.
"Dean." He whispered, keeping his hand on the screen. Willing the scene before him to play out, he moved his hand away from the screen and watched as the frozen picture suddenly came to life. As the clip began to play, memories flooded back into his mind. Ones of him and Dean on the road, hunting every baddie they could, and eating in between that.
Watching the scene, he suddenly remembered what it was. He'd been transported to South Dakota, lost with four other people. Then slowly those numbers dwindled until it was just him and one other gifted child. Sam watched himself try to convince the other man that they were stronger together. He winced when he saw himself catching a right hook and flying into a fence. He winced at every blow he watched himself take, but smiled when he watched himself get the upper hand and knock the other guy to the ground. As he watched himself walk away from the unconscious man, his lips twitched into a smile when he finally heard his brother's voice come through the TV.
The smile disappeared as fast as it had appeared when Sam watched himself get stabbed from behind by the man he'd knocked out earlier. His heart tore in two when he watched Dean sprint over to his collapsing body. When Dean began begging him to live, Sam had to turn away.
His gaze landed back on his mom as he willed the TV to stop playing the horrific movie. "Mom." He whispered brokenly.
Mary stood and walked over to her son where she gathered him in a hug.
He shuddered in her embrace, "Dean...I...Mom, I can't...No."
She began to rock him in her arms, "You're right."
Pulling away, he looked at her through confused eyes, "What do you mean?"
"You know." She whispered, stroking his cheek lovingly.
Staring at her, he struggled with his thoughts. Then it came to him. "I'm not home." He whispered.
Sad gaze returning, Mary nodded, saying nothing.
"Dean...he's my real home." He looked down at the ground. "My only home."
As the words left his mouth, the scene around him melted away, and he felt himself falling.
When he landed, he took a shuddering, pain-filled breath as he came crashing back into consciousness. He felt something trembling beneath him, heard someone calling his name brokenly. Sucking in another breath with difficulty, he wheezed out his brother's name. He knew Dean had heard it when he felt his brother steady under him. As he felt himself being lifted, he knew then, even through the haze of pain, that he had found his way home. He had found that something, more importantly, that someone that was missing.
Author:
shadow_one
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Mary, mentions of Dean
Warnings: Spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1
A/N: Dude, I'm on a roll tonight...Cause I have no idea where this came from either. Hopefully this one makes sense too...*bites nails*
Disclaimer: Still not mine *sigh* Darn it. Gotta keep trying though....
It was a strange sensation this...dying thing. If that's what you'd call it. In all honesty, he'd expected something different. That proverbial bright light at the end of the tunnel doesn't really exist. There's only blackness that surrounds you. Then when you take steps to find the light, your footsteps echo, like you're in a room. Sam shook his head. Someone really needed to tell people that the whole dying thing isn't all it's cracked up to be. In fact, it's quite...well...dark. Doing what seemed to be a full turn to him, he opened his mouth finally and called out, "Hello? Anybody there?"
Nothing but the dying echo of his own voice met his ears. Frowning, he continued to walk in the direction that he assumed was forward. After what seemed like hours of wandering around in the dark, finally a light came on. Sam almost laughed at the irony of a light finally coming on. Using that as his guide, he walked towards it and soon found himself standing outside his old house in Lawrence. "The hell..." he let his voice trail off as he began to walk around the yard.
From what he saw, it looked exactly the same as the last time him and Dean had come to get rid of that poltergeist. Walking up to the front door, he placed his hand against it and closed his eyes. He could hear the sounds of voices coming from inside, they sounded...happy. Curiosity getting the better of him, he went to knock on the door, when it suddenly jerked open.
His eyes widened when he saw his mother's smiling face in the doorway, "Welcome home, Sam." her voice sounded like a choir of angels singing to his ears.
"Mom," he whispered, still standing on the porch.
She held out her arms to him, "Come in. This is your home now too."
He walked into her embrace and wrapped his arms around her, "Hi, Mom."
Pulling away, she led him into the house and over to the front room, where a TV stood, flickering with various images all distorted. As they stopped inside the room, Mary motioned for him to sit down on the couch.
Eyes still on the distorted images of the TV, he did as he was told and sat carefully on the couch. When his mom sat beside him, he tore his gaze away and looked at her. "Mom...why am I here?"
She gave him a questioning look, "It's your home, honey. Why else would you be here?"
He shrugged, "I don't know...it's just...it's weird."
Reaching her hand out, she put it gently on his knee, "It won't feel weird for very long." She glanced over her shoulder at the TV, then back at Sam. "Sweety...we need to talk."
Shifting on the couch, he followed her gaze to the TV as well, "Okay..." He said slowly. "About what?"
She took a breath, "About a few things."
Now he was confused. "Okay...Ah..." He let out a breath, unsure of what to say.
"Do you notice anything missing?" Mary asked, quieting her son's stuttering.
He looked around, "Should I?"
A sad smile graced her lips, "Think sweetheart. What's missing from here?"
Looking around once more and frowning, he stood and began pacing."Mom...I don't-"
Standing as well, she stopped his pacing, "Concentrate."
Sighing, he closed his eyes and did as he was told. Suddenly, sounds were filtering into his senses and he opened his eyes. Looking around, his gaze settled on the TV, still flashing blurred images, but now playing sounds as well. When he looked back at Mary, her smile had gone from a sad one to one of happiness, and she nodded. "That's it, Sam. Keep thinking."
Closing his eyes once more, he set his mind to what was missing, and the sounds became louder, and more clear. Now he could catch parts of what the audio was saying.
"...Saving people...hunting things..."
His eyebrows furrowed. He knew that voice. Opening his eyes again, he found that his mom had moved back to the couch. Gaze going over to the TV, he discovered that the once distorted images had now become clear. Walking over to it, he knelt in front and watched the pictures flash by, audio flickering as fast as the images. Putting his hand out, he slowly reached out to the screen. Finally making contact with it, he watched as it froze on an image.
Suddenly he knew what was missing.
"Dean." He whispered, keeping his hand on the screen. Willing the scene before him to play out, he moved his hand away from the screen and watched as the frozen picture suddenly came to life. As the clip began to play, memories flooded back into his mind. Ones of him and Dean on the road, hunting every baddie they could, and eating in between that.
Watching the scene, he suddenly remembered what it was. He'd been transported to South Dakota, lost with four other people. Then slowly those numbers dwindled until it was just him and one other gifted child. Sam watched himself try to convince the other man that they were stronger together. He winced when he saw himself catching a right hook and flying into a fence. He winced at every blow he watched himself take, but smiled when he watched himself get the upper hand and knock the other guy to the ground. As he watched himself walk away from the unconscious man, his lips twitched into a smile when he finally heard his brother's voice come through the TV.
The smile disappeared as fast as it had appeared when Sam watched himself get stabbed from behind by the man he'd knocked out earlier. His heart tore in two when he watched Dean sprint over to his collapsing body. When Dean began begging him to live, Sam had to turn away.
His gaze landed back on his mom as he willed the TV to stop playing the horrific movie. "Mom." He whispered brokenly.
Mary stood and walked over to her son where she gathered him in a hug.
He shuddered in her embrace, "Dean...I...Mom, I can't...No."
She began to rock him in her arms, "You're right."
Pulling away, he looked at her through confused eyes, "What do you mean?"
"You know." She whispered, stroking his cheek lovingly.
Staring at her, he struggled with his thoughts. Then it came to him. "I'm not home." He whispered.
Sad gaze returning, Mary nodded, saying nothing.
"Dean...he's my real home." He looked down at the ground. "My only home."
As the words left his mouth, the scene around him melted away, and he felt himself falling.
When he landed, he took a shuddering, pain-filled breath as he came crashing back into consciousness. He felt something trembling beneath him, heard someone calling his name brokenly. Sucking in another breath with difficulty, he wheezed out his brother's name. He knew Dean had heard it when he felt his brother steady under him. As he felt himself being lifted, he knew then, even through the haze of pain, that he had found his way home. He had found that something, more importantly, that someone that was missing.