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Title: Missing Son
Pairing: none
Characters: John and Sam for now…Dean later on.
Spoilers: Season 1 is fair game
Summary: AU where instead of Dean showing up at Stanford, John show’s up to tell Sam that Dean is missing…and has been for over four months.
A/N: Hopefully this is something new in the AU world of Supernatural, reviews are welcomed.
Chapter 3
Two months later
He could barely move, every time that sick freak left his body, he thought he’d die right there because of the excruciating pain. It was almost as if his body went into a sort of suspended animation while the demon occupied it. But when he left, it all came back. It had been over two months since that day, the day that Dean killed his brother’s girlfriend with his bare hands. Dean couldn’t get the image out of his head; it had been the first time he’d seen Sammy up close in three years. The look in his little brothers eyes when that room exploded in flames was one Dean couldn’t erase from his memory; he’d tried, but nothing made it go away. He had the face of Sammy’s girlfriend’s killer, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He hadn’t exactly been sure whether Sam would actually go through with killing him; but now he had no doubt. Dean looked over at the phone that sat at arms reach; the demon had been leaving his body near a telephone ever since that night, just baiting him to pick up the phone and call his brother or father. Dean had resisted; but he was at a point where he wasn’t even sure Sam would have to kill him, he would do that on his own.
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Sam stared into nothingness; he and his Dad had been traveling around the country ever since the event. There had been no leads as to where the Demon had taken off too, nor any word from Dean. Just thinking of Dean sent shivers down Sam’s back. Deep down he knew that it had been the Demon who had killed Jess, but every time he closed his eyes he saw Dean’s evil smile and then the end of Jessica’s life, we woke up in a cold sweat just about every night. He could tell that his father was worried about him, but he would just brush him off and focus on the current job.
“Sam, you want anything to eat?” John asked from across the room.
Sam looked up, “I’m good.”
John frowned, Sam had lost over fifteen pounds in the last few months, he might have been skinny before, but now he just looked gaunt and sick with the dark circles under his eyes which showed just how much sleep the kid was getting. I’ll get him something anyway.
John left the room and Sam resumed staring into nothingness.
The phone rang; Sam looked over and watched as the phone vibrated across the night table. After the third ring, Sam picked it up.
“Hello?”
There was silence on the other end…but Sam could hear someone breathing. He froze, his instincts kicking in, he knew it was Dean, he just knew.
But neither spoke a word.
Sam was about to hang up when he heard a whisper,
“I’m sorry.” Just by the sound of Dean’s voice, Sam could tell his brother was in deep pain; both physically and mentally. Dean was not one to hide any kind emotion which would reveal his state of being. When he did show it, it was because he was beyond caring or capable of keeping it all locked inside.
Tears quickly formed in Sam’s eyes, this was his brother; the guy who’d taken his best interest at heart above his own.
“I’m so sorry, Sammy.” Dean repeated. Sam could tell that Dean was about to hand up.
“Dean! Wait!” Sam almost screamed, “Where are you? Dean…”
“You don’t have to worry, Sam. I’m going to die soon, I can’t live much longer.” Dean finally replied in a strained voice, “I don’t want to live anymore.” He then whispered.
“NO, Dean! NO!” Sam cried, “Please, please Dean, I can’t lose you too.”
There was a weighted silence, “Sammy…I died in that crash six months ago.”
“No!” Sammy cried, great big sobs escaping him.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to save Jessica, Sam. I’m sorry I’ve failed you as a brother. I’m sorry I didn’t come get you a year and a half ago so that we could become close like we once were. And I’m sorry that losing me is the only way to save me. But I need you to support me, Sammy. I can’t leave like this, knowing how things are between us; knowing you probably dream of me killing your girlfriend.” Dean voiced, tears running down his own face.
“You and Dad are all I have, Dean.” Sammy sobbed.
“I’ll always watch over you, Sammy; Dead or Alive.” Dean assured, “I need you to let me go, I need you to tell me its okay.”
Sammy was crying his eyes out, “I can’t.”
“Please, Sammy.” Dean begged.
John walked in the room and his attention immediately focused on Sam. “Jesus, Sam, what the hell?” His son looked painfully distressed.
Sam met his father’s gaze, it gave him strength for what he was about to do next, “I never blamed you for Jess. And I won’t blame you for whatever it is you have to do…I love you, Dean.”
There was a pause, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Sam. I love you too, little brother.” And he hung up.
Sam looked at the phone in shock and then his face crumbled, “NO!” he cried, “No,” he looked to his father, “Why did I say that? Why?”
John ran to his son, still in shock about Dean calling, he rapped his arms around his youngest, “What did he say?”
Sam’s tormented eyes met his, “He asked me to let him go.”
“What?” John asked, “Let him go where?”
“He wants me to forgive him for giving up on life; he wants to die.” Sam cried.
John looked at Sam in pain, “He’s actually going to go through with it?”
Sam met his gaze, “I don’t think he thought he had much choice.”
John then let his own tears spill over. That fucking demon had killed his wife; and now his son. And for what!?
No answer came to mind.
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Dean smiled in satisfaction, he might die…but he was taking that demon with him to hell! In the past few weeks he’d carved out a symbol he’d seen in Bobby’s book. It claimed to be able to trap demons; almost like the one he’d used at Bobby’s shack on Meg. He figured if he swallowed the thing, then the demon would be stuck in his body while he blew the place to pieces, destroying his body in the process, which would kill the demon.
Dean was ready. The carved amulet was snug in his stomach and as soon as the demon moved his body, he’d trip the string that was latched onto the shotgun he’d found in the place which was aimed at the big propane tank that heated the house.
His plan was fool proof.
And it was confirmed when the demon took over, realized what was going on, tried to escape, couldn’t, struggled…and BLEW THE PLACE TO HELL!!!
TBC
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Pairing: none
Characters: John and Sam for now…Dean later on.
Spoilers: Season 1 is fair game
Summary: AU where instead of Dean showing up at Stanford, John show’s up to tell Sam that Dean is missing…and has been for over four months.
A/N: Hopefully this is something new in the AU world of Supernatural, reviews are welcomed.
Chapter 3
Two months later
He could barely move, every time that sick freak left his body, he thought he’d die right there because of the excruciating pain. It was almost as if his body went into a sort of suspended animation while the demon occupied it. But when he left, it all came back. It had been over two months since that day, the day that Dean killed his brother’s girlfriend with his bare hands. Dean couldn’t get the image out of his head; it had been the first time he’d seen Sammy up close in three years. The look in his little brothers eyes when that room exploded in flames was one Dean couldn’t erase from his memory; he’d tried, but nothing made it go away. He had the face of Sammy’s girlfriend’s killer, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He hadn’t exactly been sure whether Sam would actually go through with killing him; but now he had no doubt. Dean looked over at the phone that sat at arms reach; the demon had been leaving his body near a telephone ever since that night, just baiting him to pick up the phone and call his brother or father. Dean had resisted; but he was at a point where he wasn’t even sure Sam would have to kill him, he would do that on his own.
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Sam stared into nothingness; he and his Dad had been traveling around the country ever since the event. There had been no leads as to where the Demon had taken off too, nor any word from Dean. Just thinking of Dean sent shivers down Sam’s back. Deep down he knew that it had been the Demon who had killed Jess, but every time he closed his eyes he saw Dean’s evil smile and then the end of Jessica’s life, we woke up in a cold sweat just about every night. He could tell that his father was worried about him, but he would just brush him off and focus on the current job.
“Sam, you want anything to eat?” John asked from across the room.
Sam looked up, “I’m good.”
John frowned, Sam had lost over fifteen pounds in the last few months, he might have been skinny before, but now he just looked gaunt and sick with the dark circles under his eyes which showed just how much sleep the kid was getting. I’ll get him something anyway.
John left the room and Sam resumed staring into nothingness.
The phone rang; Sam looked over and watched as the phone vibrated across the night table. After the third ring, Sam picked it up.
“Hello?”
There was silence on the other end…but Sam could hear someone breathing. He froze, his instincts kicking in, he knew it was Dean, he just knew.
But neither spoke a word.
Sam was about to hang up when he heard a whisper,
“I’m sorry.” Just by the sound of Dean’s voice, Sam could tell his brother was in deep pain; both physically and mentally. Dean was not one to hide any kind emotion which would reveal his state of being. When he did show it, it was because he was beyond caring or capable of keeping it all locked inside.
Tears quickly formed in Sam’s eyes, this was his brother; the guy who’d taken his best interest at heart above his own.
“I’m so sorry, Sammy.” Dean repeated. Sam could tell that Dean was about to hand up.
“Dean! Wait!” Sam almost screamed, “Where are you? Dean…”
“You don’t have to worry, Sam. I’m going to die soon, I can’t live much longer.” Dean finally replied in a strained voice, “I don’t want to live anymore.” He then whispered.
“NO, Dean! NO!” Sam cried, “Please, please Dean, I can’t lose you too.”
There was a weighted silence, “Sammy…I died in that crash six months ago.”
“No!” Sammy cried, great big sobs escaping him.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to save Jessica, Sam. I’m sorry I’ve failed you as a brother. I’m sorry I didn’t come get you a year and a half ago so that we could become close like we once were. And I’m sorry that losing me is the only way to save me. But I need you to support me, Sammy. I can’t leave like this, knowing how things are between us; knowing you probably dream of me killing your girlfriend.” Dean voiced, tears running down his own face.
“You and Dad are all I have, Dean.” Sammy sobbed.
“I’ll always watch over you, Sammy; Dead or Alive.” Dean assured, “I need you to let me go, I need you to tell me its okay.”
Sammy was crying his eyes out, “I can’t.”
“Please, Sammy.” Dean begged.
John walked in the room and his attention immediately focused on Sam. “Jesus, Sam, what the hell?” His son looked painfully distressed.
Sam met his father’s gaze, it gave him strength for what he was about to do next, “I never blamed you for Jess. And I won’t blame you for whatever it is you have to do…I love you, Dean.”
There was a pause, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Sam. I love you too, little brother.” And he hung up.
Sam looked at the phone in shock and then his face crumbled, “NO!” he cried, “No,” he looked to his father, “Why did I say that? Why?”
John ran to his son, still in shock about Dean calling, he rapped his arms around his youngest, “What did he say?”
Sam’s tormented eyes met his, “He asked me to let him go.”
“What?” John asked, “Let him go where?”
“He wants me to forgive him for giving up on life; he wants to die.” Sam cried.
John looked at Sam in pain, “He’s actually going to go through with it?”
Sam met his gaze, “I don’t think he thought he had much choice.”
John then let his own tears spill over. That fucking demon had killed his wife; and now his son. And for what!?
No answer came to mind.
XXX
Dean smiled in satisfaction, he might die…but he was taking that demon with him to hell! In the past few weeks he’d carved out a symbol he’d seen in Bobby’s book. It claimed to be able to trap demons; almost like the one he’d used at Bobby’s shack on Meg. He figured if he swallowed the thing, then the demon would be stuck in his body while he blew the place to pieces, destroying his body in the process, which would kill the demon.
Dean was ready. The carved amulet was snug in his stomach and as soon as the demon moved his body, he’d trip the string that was latched onto the shotgun he’d found in the place which was aimed at the big propane tank that heated the house.
His plan was fool proof.
And it was confirmed when the demon took over, realized what was going on, tried to escape, couldn’t, struggled…and BLEW THE PLACE TO HELL!!!
TBC
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