The First Time [21/?]
I think I had an idea for this one, that didn’t deal with the literal meaning…but silly me I didn’t write it down, so now I’m going with the literal which I think will work out just fine. I hope you enjoy this chapter
Alone [chapter 1]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Nightmare [chapter 4]
Guns [chapter 5]
Failure [chapter 6]
School [chapter 7]
Detention [chapter 8]
Broken [chapter 9]
Books [chapter 10]
Flames [chapter 11]
Bobby [chapter 12]
Pox [chapter 13]
Bruised [chapter 14]
Stitches [chapter 15]
Bullied [chapter 16]
Concussion [chapter 17]
Park [chapter 18]
Fair [chapter 19]
Clowns [chapter 20]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: Drowning
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 15], Sammy [age 11]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
They’d hunted down a water spirit, to a remote spring deep in the Rocky Mountains. This was among Sam’s first hunts, and he was proud to say he’d helped a lot with the research. But that was the only part of this hunting life that Sam didn’t hate. He’d watched over the years as both Dean and dad, had returned home from one of their hunts injured, half frozen and just about all of it was taken care of at the cheep motel room. Couldn’t afford the hospital dad would always say, and out would come their first-aid kit.
Dean seemed completely fine with this way of life; he found each hunt more exciting than the last. It didn’t matter that he might come home bruised and bloody. Or that this way of life had the risk of death around every corner. This is what Dean lived for, and while at first Sam had been in awe of his brother’s knowledge of weapons and how to protect them; now Sam only saw the danger that was eating both his father and brother up.
Still it was his duty to play his part in these hunts whether he agreed with it or not. And the most he could do was try and watch his brother’s back.
Sam was shocked from his thoughts, when an icy hand wrapped about his arm, he tried desperately to raise his shot gun to defend himself but the spirit knocked it from his hands.
“Sammy!” he could head Dean shouting but it sounded distant, as the cold sank deeper into his skin.
“Play with me…” a sultry voice coxed, and Sam stood frozen unable to see the spirit which had spoken to him.
Before Sam had even fully registered the words and danger he was yanked from his feet, falling face first into the cold waters of the spring. He heard a gun shot reverberate off the mountains, as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees spluttering water from his mouth and nose.
“Sammy!” he heard Dean call again, and he was just about to move towards the voice when he head was suddenly pulled back under water. He struggled violently against the unseen hands holding him.
His fingers slipped on the rocks below, and he couldn’t find leverage to push himself up. Eyes wide with fright Sam saw nothing around him, only the crystal clear waters that would soon be his death. Lungs burned for oxygen throat constricted in reflex against the water. Sam’s vision was beginning to fade, black edges swimming around his peripherals as he realized he was loosing this battle.
Almost absently he wondered where Dean and his dad were, had they too been dragged down into the water to face a terrifying death of drowning. As the blackness continued to swell, and his lungs burned all the harder, all Sam could feel was hopelessness as exhaustion swept across him.
Suddenly Sam was being ripped from the water, his lungs demanding oxygen while he coughed out mouthfuls of water afraid he’d choke now back on dry land. Gasping for each breath his body shaking from both the near death experience as well as the freezing water, Sam was barely aware of his surroundings. All he could feel was warm reassuring arms wrapped around him, and Dean’s muffled voice speaking in his ear.
When finally he pushed away muddled brain trying to figure out all of what happened, Sam came face to face with the furry of his dad. "Damnit Sam!" he roared, face tight with his obvious anger, "What the hell were you thinking?!"
Sam felt compelled to answer his father, silences wasn't an option, but as he opened his mouth nothing came out. He didn't know what to say, he'd made a mistaken, not an option in the Winchester house. Dean's arms tightened around him offering what little warmth could make it through his freezing clothes.
“You lost focus!” John continued voice biting through ever reserve Sammy had, but he couldn't look away. “You do that you die!” John’s command left no room for mistakes, but Sam had made a big one.
He wanted to shy away from the rage he saw in his father’s eyes, but before he even realized it had happened John had pulled Sam into a tight hug lifting him from the ground. Confused Sam wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck, and could feel the tremors running through the untouchable man. Sam held him tighter, tears falling from his eyes as he finally realized just how close to death he’d come.
“I can’t loose you,” John whispered hugging him tight right arm stroking the back of Sammy's head as they made their way away from the spring.
Thanks for reading, I wish I had more chapters written for backup but today's been horrible for just about everything. The next chapter will be Lost I hope you enjoyed.
Lost [chapter 22]
Alone [chapter 1]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Nightmare [chapter 4]
Guns [chapter 5]
Failure [chapter 6]
School [chapter 7]
Detention [chapter 8]
Broken [chapter 9]
Books [chapter 10]
Flames [chapter 11]
Bobby [chapter 12]
Pox [chapter 13]
Bruised [chapter 14]
Stitches [chapter 15]
Bullied [chapter 16]
Concussion [chapter 17]
Park [chapter 18]
Fair [chapter 19]
Clowns [chapter 20]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: Drowning
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 15], Sammy [age 11]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
They’d hunted down a water spirit, to a remote spring deep in the Rocky Mountains. This was among Sam’s first hunts, and he was proud to say he’d helped a lot with the research. But that was the only part of this hunting life that Sam didn’t hate. He’d watched over the years as both Dean and dad, had returned home from one of their hunts injured, half frozen and just about all of it was taken care of at the cheep motel room. Couldn’t afford the hospital dad would always say, and out would come their first-aid kit.
Dean seemed completely fine with this way of life; he found each hunt more exciting than the last. It didn’t matter that he might come home bruised and bloody. Or that this way of life had the risk of death around every corner. This is what Dean lived for, and while at first Sam had been in awe of his brother’s knowledge of weapons and how to protect them; now Sam only saw the danger that was eating both his father and brother up.
Still it was his duty to play his part in these hunts whether he agreed with it or not. And the most he could do was try and watch his brother’s back.
Sam was shocked from his thoughts, when an icy hand wrapped about his arm, he tried desperately to raise his shot gun to defend himself but the spirit knocked it from his hands.
“Sammy!” he could head Dean shouting but it sounded distant, as the cold sank deeper into his skin.
“Play with me…” a sultry voice coxed, and Sam stood frozen unable to see the spirit which had spoken to him.
Before Sam had even fully registered the words and danger he was yanked from his feet, falling face first into the cold waters of the spring. He heard a gun shot reverberate off the mountains, as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees spluttering water from his mouth and nose.
“Sammy!” he heard Dean call again, and he was just about to move towards the voice when he head was suddenly pulled back under water. He struggled violently against the unseen hands holding him.
His fingers slipped on the rocks below, and he couldn’t find leverage to push himself up. Eyes wide with fright Sam saw nothing around him, only the crystal clear waters that would soon be his death. Lungs burned for oxygen throat constricted in reflex against the water. Sam’s vision was beginning to fade, black edges swimming around his peripherals as he realized he was loosing this battle.
Almost absently he wondered where Dean and his dad were, had they too been dragged down into the water to face a terrifying death of drowning. As the blackness continued to swell, and his lungs burned all the harder, all Sam could feel was hopelessness as exhaustion swept across him.
Suddenly Sam was being ripped from the water, his lungs demanding oxygen while he coughed out mouthfuls of water afraid he’d choke now back on dry land. Gasping for each breath his body shaking from both the near death experience as well as the freezing water, Sam was barely aware of his surroundings. All he could feel was warm reassuring arms wrapped around him, and Dean’s muffled voice speaking in his ear.
When finally he pushed away muddled brain trying to figure out all of what happened, Sam came face to face with the furry of his dad. "Damnit Sam!" he roared, face tight with his obvious anger, "What the hell were you thinking?!"
Sam felt compelled to answer his father, silences wasn't an option, but as he opened his mouth nothing came out. He didn't know what to say, he'd made a mistaken, not an option in the Winchester house. Dean's arms tightened around him offering what little warmth could make it through his freezing clothes.
“You lost focus!” John continued voice biting through ever reserve Sammy had, but he couldn't look away. “You do that you die!” John’s command left no room for mistakes, but Sam had made a big one.
He wanted to shy away from the rage he saw in his father’s eyes, but before he even realized it had happened John had pulled Sam into a tight hug lifting him from the ground. Confused Sam wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck, and could feel the tremors running through the untouchable man. Sam held him tighter, tears falling from his eyes as he finally realized just how close to death he’d come.
“I can’t loose you,” John whispered hugging him tight right arm stroking the back of Sammy's head as they made their way away from the spring.
Thanks for reading, I wish I had more chapters written for backup but today's been horrible for just about everything. The next chapter will be Lost I hope you enjoyed.
Lost [chapter 22]