Out Of Time 2/?
Haven't read chapter 1 yet? Here's the link:
http://caity78998.livejournal.com/853.html
Okay, so I decided to go ahead and write chapter 2. I had all these ideas about what's gonna happen next, so my mind was like, exploding fanfiction sentences, and also, if this story doesn't work out like I had hoped, last chapter kinda ended in a little cliffy, so I might as well get that done because I for one get annoyed by cliffhangers.
Chapter 2 is mostly going to be around Sam, but don't worry, there will be Dean too.
DISCLAIMER: Like I said before, I don't own any of the Supernatural characters, just they're just too awesome not to write about.
Here it is folks, chapter 2.
CHAPTER 2: BIG BOY SAMMY
By the time Sam finished his packing, got something quick to eat, and cooled down from his little argument with Dean, it had been almost an hour and a half since he last talked to his brother after he went into his room and said he was going to lie down.
Maybe I should go say goodbye. Sam thought. Sure, Dean had already said his farewells and "be carefuls" but it felt wrong leaving without talking to Dean.
So Sam went down the long hallway after cleaning up his leftover pizza from yesterday, and knocked lightly on Dean's bedroom door. Nothing. Sam open the door a crack, peering into his brother's room and heard...what? Snoring? Dean was snoring?
Dean never snored, unless he was really tired, but he couldn't be tired, it was 12 in the afternoon! They hadn't been on a hunt in at least a week, there wasn't much to be tired about.
Sam opened up the door a bit more so that he could fit his body into the room, where he saw Dean, curled up on top of his covers, asleep with his large headphones on, and yes, he was snoring.
Sam stands there for a minute, watching Dean in his peaceful, no angels, no demons, sleep. In a way Sam felt a little jealous. He wished he could sleep peacefully like that, but the nightmares of Gadreel and Kevin dying, and just everything prevents it. The thought of Gadreel brings up a little flare of anger, but Sam quickly pushes it down, and lets out a long, well deserved sigh, and walks out of the room, looking at Dean as if saying goodbye.
Sam grabs his duffel from his room on the way down, and grabs the keys to a 1962 grey Volkswagen bus that was parked next to the impala in the large garage, knowing that Dean would probably want the impala sometime while he was away.
He grabs a shotgun, silver knife, salt, gasoline, a shovel, and some rock salt shells from the impala and checks to make sure his lighter is in his jacket. yep, top left inside pocket.
After putting all of his things in the large vehicle, he lets a little chuckle out.
God, if Dean could see me driving this he would so make fun of me.
Which was true, Dean wasn't the only one hating the sight of the old bus, but Sam was sure he wouldn't get far until a panicked Dean would call looking for his "baby" if he never took it.
Sam takes one last look at the door to the inside of the bunker, sighs, and jumps in the old, rugged bus, twists the key, and drives, away from the bunker, away from Dean.
---
Dean wakes up from his "pleasant sleep" around 1:20PM, but his sleep was nothing but peaceful. His dreams were haunted with memories of Sam leaving for Stanford, Sam jumping into the cage with Michael and Lucifer (and can't forget Adam), Sam doing the demon trials, Sam saying all those hurtful things to him whether he was possessed or not, Sam not looking for him while he was in Purgatory, Sam choosing Ruby over Dean, Sam shooting Dean, and of course, Sam telling Dean that they're no longer brothers, and that he would let Dean die, which to him, hurt the most.
Overall, Dean's sleep was far from pleasant, but he is surprised to feel no sweaty, clammy skin or wrecked bed sheets like he usually does when he wakes up from a dream like that. Huh, weird. He says to himself as he rubs his face.
Dean's hand comes across the Mark Of Cain again, which is in fact, still warm, and now, Dean can feel a small pulse in it, imitating his own heart. Okay then.
Dean manages to get out of bed, use the bathroom, run some water over his face and head out his bedroom door.
The bunker is very quiet without Sam. Not that there was a lot of noise coming from Sam when he was here, unless the brothers were arguing, but the bunker was missing something. It was missing Sam. Dean wondered if it would be like that if he had left.
Probably not.
Dean walks out into the kitchen and opens up the fridge, realising that he hasn't eaten today. Milk, water, beer, more beer, leftover takeout Chinese food, a very old burger, some extra beer, and a leftover pizza.
Hm, pizza sounds good. Dean removed the pizza box from the fridge and carried it over towards one of the tables in the library, because Dean thinks that if Sam can go on a hunt alone, he sure as hell can too.
Dean sits at a chair at the first table, sets down the pizza and grabs the- oh, Sam took the laptop. Instead, he gets up and grabs a bunch of books and the most recent newspapers, and takes his seat again.
He sighs when he looks at the heck load of books and newspapers. This is Sam's job, he thinks to himself, but pushes it away, and grabs a big piece of his pizza, and chows down on it, moaning at the beautiful taste of it. Most people would gag at the cold, at least 4 days old pizza, but to Sam and Dean, it's a meal.
After grabbing a beer from the fridge, Dean continues his search for a hunt, on his second piece of pizza. He ignores the headache that is racing up to meet him, and is making him squint his eyes every now and again, but he decides it's because of the stress he's been enduring.
Once, he even checks to see if Sam called in the hours he has been away. Nothing. Taking another sigh, he sets down his phone, takes a well needed gulp of his cold beer, and opens up book number two.
---
The hunt Sam was heading to was around Hoxie, Kansas, so it was about a 2 hour drive from their bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, which wasn't too bad. Really, Sam wouldn't have went on the hunt if it was far across the country, but he didn't tell Dean that, and he probably wouldn't.
Once Sam reached the nearest, and cheapest motel, he parked the old, bus which made him a bit embarrassed to go outside to be honest, but he really has no other choice.
By habit, he buys a room with two queen beds like the ones he and Dean used to go in. As he walks in the room and spots his mistake, he just kind of shrugs it off and thinks that nothing is there, but really, it made an intense wave of guilt rise up like a punch in the gut.
Sam immediately sets down his duffel bag and drops the keys to the horrible bus on the table next to the window. He checks his watch, 3:17PM, and grabs his laptop from his duffel, which he sets at the table as well.
Sitting down at the rustic table, Sam turns on his phone and goes to calls, where his brother's name is first in emergency contacts.
He wants to call him so, bad, he just wants to check up on him, ask him if he hurt him too much, tell him he didn't mean it, even if he meant a little, but instead he turns his phone off, shuts his eyes, and lets out a really long breath.
I'll call him later. He says to himself, and opens up his laptop, puts in the password which is the only one both brother's could agree on (well, Dean insisted) Impala67. Sam goes on the news website where there is more information about the spotted dead teacher, where it says that she was said to have been murdered in her car that was parked on the side of the road a week after she lost her job at the high school in the area, but her body wasn't there, just a lot of her blood, enough to say she was dead.
Sam looks up the school's official website, which states something pretty interesting:
It is permitted that there be no sexual relationships between staff and teachers and students.
Apparently, this was because of the strong religious beliefs of the community, and that the school was a catholic school, where the students even had to pray for 5 minutes everyday.
He goes back to the news website, where it names the students who claimed to have seen her ghost.
"It was terrifying, seeing Mrs. O'Neill after she was claimed to have been murdered. She looked mad, and just started coming toward us. We a didn't know what to do, I mean, it's not everyday you see a dead teacher coming toward you." States one of the students Rosalie Jackson, who was with her friends Ben Walsh, Cody Williams, and Nikki Adams at the time.
I'll have to go see what she says. Sam skims through some more information about the teacher and the incident, and once again, checks his phone, where Dean's name is still at the top of the list.
Dean's fine, I'll just call him after I speak to those kids.
Sam changes into his "FBI suit", grabs his badge with the name Agent Harris, and heads out the door of his motel room.
---
Dean lay on his bed, covered in blankets, and shivering. An hour after he ate the leftover pizza from the fridge, he had to make a mad dash to the toilet, where he threw that (and probably everything he ate the past 2 days) up.
He threw up again, and again, and again, until he was dry heaving violently in the bathroom.
Once that was over, he sat down on the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom, back against the bathtub, taking short, panted breaths.
It was only 5 minutes ago that he managed to get the strength enough to get up and crawl under the covers of his bed. He looked up at the ceiling, then to his shivering self, then to his left, the right, back to the ceiling, and so on. He checks his watch.
5:51PM. Dean knew he had to get up sometime. He couldn't lay in bed all day just because of a stupid stomach bug, he has had much, much, worse, believe me.
So he claws himself out from under the covers where the air in the bunker that seemed particularly cold, hits his trembling body, making him groan. He grabs onto the headboard of his bed for support, and then any other steady object in reach, until he makes it out of his bedroom.
He moves along the hallway steadily, being careful not to upset his stomach more, which was something else that hurt besides his head, arm, and now legs.
He reaches the table where all his books and newspapers were spread all across it, along with the lamp, his bear, and ugh, that godforsaken pizza.
Never, eating pizza, again. Dean says to himself, managing not to throw up again from looking at the greasy, extra meet and cheese pizza.
He puts his half-full beer, and the pizza box back into the fridge, and sits down in his chair, once again, where he checks his phone.
No calls. No Sam calls. Dean sighs. Dammit Sammy. Even though Dean feels somewhat worried about Sam and curious to why he hasn't even left a voicemail to assure he's okay, he resists the urge to call him.
Can't be clingy, right? Sam doesn't need me, I'm not his brother. Dean runs a hand over his face, where his head ache feels like has gotten ten times worse, and just sits there, staring at his phone, like if he's waiting for Sam to call.Hoping, that Sam will call.
Realizing that it would probably be a while before his little brother calls him, Dean takes 3 more pain meds, and goes back in his bedroom to lay down.
22 minutes later, Dean throws up again, but this time there's no pizza or other food mixed into his vomit.
This time, it's blood.
---
There's chapter 2 folks! This chapter took me a while longer because I have 3 upcoming exams (gahhh), and this chapter was a bit longer then chapter 1. I won't be going into the hunt that Sam's doing too much, just a little here and there to develop Sam's side of the story more.
For those who are wondering, by the end of next chapter, Sam will be aware that Dean is sick, and will be headed straight home to an even sicker, Dean. So yeah, free spoiler there.
Thankyou a gazillion times for reading, I'm forever grateful. <3
Please review, give me some advice, some ideas?
Thanks again.
-Caitlyn out.
Chapter 3: http://caity78998.livejournal.com/1301.html
http://caity78998.livejournal.com/853.html
Okay, so I decided to go ahead and write chapter 2. I had all these ideas about what's gonna happen next, so my mind was like, exploding fanfiction sentences, and also, if this story doesn't work out like I had hoped, last chapter kinda ended in a little cliffy, so I might as well get that done because I for one get annoyed by cliffhangers.
Chapter 2 is mostly going to be around Sam, but don't worry, there will be Dean too.
DISCLAIMER: Like I said before, I don't own any of the Supernatural characters, just they're just too awesome not to write about.
Here it is folks, chapter 2.
CHAPTER 2: BIG BOY SAMMY
By the time Sam finished his packing, got something quick to eat, and cooled down from his little argument with Dean, it had been almost an hour and a half since he last talked to his brother after he went into his room and said he was going to lie down.
Maybe I should go say goodbye. Sam thought. Sure, Dean had already said his farewells and "be carefuls" but it felt wrong leaving without talking to Dean.
So Sam went down the long hallway after cleaning up his leftover pizza from yesterday, and knocked lightly on Dean's bedroom door. Nothing. Sam open the door a crack, peering into his brother's room and heard...what? Snoring? Dean was snoring?
Dean never snored, unless he was really tired, but he couldn't be tired, it was 12 in the afternoon! They hadn't been on a hunt in at least a week, there wasn't much to be tired about.
Sam opened up the door a bit more so that he could fit his body into the room, where he saw Dean, curled up on top of his covers, asleep with his large headphones on, and yes, he was snoring.
Sam stands there for a minute, watching Dean in his peaceful, no angels, no demons, sleep. In a way Sam felt a little jealous. He wished he could sleep peacefully like that, but the nightmares of Gadreel and Kevin dying, and just everything prevents it. The thought of Gadreel brings up a little flare of anger, but Sam quickly pushes it down, and lets out a long, well deserved sigh, and walks out of the room, looking at Dean as if saying goodbye.
Sam grabs his duffel from his room on the way down, and grabs the keys to a 1962 grey Volkswagen bus that was parked next to the impala in the large garage, knowing that Dean would probably want the impala sometime while he was away.
He grabs a shotgun, silver knife, salt, gasoline, a shovel, and some rock salt shells from the impala and checks to make sure his lighter is in his jacket. yep, top left inside pocket.
After putting all of his things in the large vehicle, he lets a little chuckle out.
God, if Dean could see me driving this he would so make fun of me.
Which was true, Dean wasn't the only one hating the sight of the old bus, but Sam was sure he wouldn't get far until a panicked Dean would call looking for his "baby" if he never took it.
Sam takes one last look at the door to the inside of the bunker, sighs, and jumps in the old, rugged bus, twists the key, and drives, away from the bunker, away from Dean.
---
Dean wakes up from his "pleasant sleep" around 1:20PM, but his sleep was nothing but peaceful. His dreams were haunted with memories of Sam leaving for Stanford, Sam jumping into the cage with Michael and Lucifer (and can't forget Adam), Sam doing the demon trials, Sam saying all those hurtful things to him whether he was possessed or not, Sam not looking for him while he was in Purgatory, Sam choosing Ruby over Dean, Sam shooting Dean, and of course, Sam telling Dean that they're no longer brothers, and that he would let Dean die, which to him, hurt the most.
Overall, Dean's sleep was far from pleasant, but he is surprised to feel no sweaty, clammy skin or wrecked bed sheets like he usually does when he wakes up from a dream like that. Huh, weird. He says to himself as he rubs his face.
Dean's hand comes across the Mark Of Cain again, which is in fact, still warm, and now, Dean can feel a small pulse in it, imitating his own heart. Okay then.
Dean manages to get out of bed, use the bathroom, run some water over his face and head out his bedroom door.
The bunker is very quiet without Sam. Not that there was a lot of noise coming from Sam when he was here, unless the brothers were arguing, but the bunker was missing something. It was missing Sam. Dean wondered if it would be like that if he had left.
Probably not.
Dean walks out into the kitchen and opens up the fridge, realising that he hasn't eaten today. Milk, water, beer, more beer, leftover takeout Chinese food, a very old burger, some extra beer, and a leftover pizza.
Hm, pizza sounds good. Dean removed the pizza box from the fridge and carried it over towards one of the tables in the library, because Dean thinks that if Sam can go on a hunt alone, he sure as hell can too.
Dean sits at a chair at the first table, sets down the pizza and grabs the- oh, Sam took the laptop. Instead, he gets up and grabs a bunch of books and the most recent newspapers, and takes his seat again.
He sighs when he looks at the heck load of books and newspapers. This is Sam's job, he thinks to himself, but pushes it away, and grabs a big piece of his pizza, and chows down on it, moaning at the beautiful taste of it. Most people would gag at the cold, at least 4 days old pizza, but to Sam and Dean, it's a meal.
After grabbing a beer from the fridge, Dean continues his search for a hunt, on his second piece of pizza. He ignores the headache that is racing up to meet him, and is making him squint his eyes every now and again, but he decides it's because of the stress he's been enduring.
Once, he even checks to see if Sam called in the hours he has been away. Nothing. Taking another sigh, he sets down his phone, takes a well needed gulp of his cold beer, and opens up book number two.
---
The hunt Sam was heading to was around Hoxie, Kansas, so it was about a 2 hour drive from their bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, which wasn't too bad. Really, Sam wouldn't have went on the hunt if it was far across the country, but he didn't tell Dean that, and he probably wouldn't.
Once Sam reached the nearest, and cheapest motel, he parked the old, bus which made him a bit embarrassed to go outside to be honest, but he really has no other choice.
By habit, he buys a room with two queen beds like the ones he and Dean used to go in. As he walks in the room and spots his mistake, he just kind of shrugs it off and thinks that nothing is there, but really, it made an intense wave of guilt rise up like a punch in the gut.
Sam immediately sets down his duffel bag and drops the keys to the horrible bus on the table next to the window. He checks his watch, 3:17PM, and grabs his laptop from his duffel, which he sets at the table as well.
Sitting down at the rustic table, Sam turns on his phone and goes to calls, where his brother's name is first in emergency contacts.
He wants to call him so, bad, he just wants to check up on him, ask him if he hurt him too much, tell him he didn't mean it, even if he meant a little, but instead he turns his phone off, shuts his eyes, and lets out a really long breath.
I'll call him later. He says to himself, and opens up his laptop, puts in the password which is the only one both brother's could agree on (well, Dean insisted) Impala67. Sam goes on the news website where there is more information about the spotted dead teacher, where it says that she was said to have been murdered in her car that was parked on the side of the road a week after she lost her job at the high school in the area, but her body wasn't there, just a lot of her blood, enough to say she was dead.
Sam looks up the school's official website, which states something pretty interesting:
It is permitted that there be no sexual relationships between staff and teachers and students.
Apparently, this was because of the strong religious beliefs of the community, and that the school was a catholic school, where the students even had to pray for 5 minutes everyday.
He goes back to the news website, where it names the students who claimed to have seen her ghost.
"It was terrifying, seeing Mrs. O'Neill after she was claimed to have been murdered. She looked mad, and just started coming toward us. We a didn't know what to do, I mean, it's not everyday you see a dead teacher coming toward you." States one of the students Rosalie Jackson, who was with her friends Ben Walsh, Cody Williams, and Nikki Adams at the time.
I'll have to go see what she says. Sam skims through some more information about the teacher and the incident, and once again, checks his phone, where Dean's name is still at the top of the list.
Dean's fine, I'll just call him after I speak to those kids.
Sam changes into his "FBI suit", grabs his badge with the name Agent Harris, and heads out the door of his motel room.
---
Dean lay on his bed, covered in blankets, and shivering. An hour after he ate the leftover pizza from the fridge, he had to make a mad dash to the toilet, where he threw that (and probably everything he ate the past 2 days) up.
He threw up again, and again, and again, until he was dry heaving violently in the bathroom.
Once that was over, he sat down on the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom, back against the bathtub, taking short, panted breaths.
It was only 5 minutes ago that he managed to get the strength enough to get up and crawl under the covers of his bed. He looked up at the ceiling, then to his shivering self, then to his left, the right, back to the ceiling, and so on. He checks his watch.
5:51PM. Dean knew he had to get up sometime. He couldn't lay in bed all day just because of a stupid stomach bug, he has had much, much, worse, believe me.
So he claws himself out from under the covers where the air in the bunker that seemed particularly cold, hits his trembling body, making him groan. He grabs onto the headboard of his bed for support, and then any other steady object in reach, until he makes it out of his bedroom.
He moves along the hallway steadily, being careful not to upset his stomach more, which was something else that hurt besides his head, arm, and now legs.
He reaches the table where all his books and newspapers were spread all across it, along with the lamp, his bear, and ugh, that godforsaken pizza.
Never, eating pizza, again. Dean says to himself, managing not to throw up again from looking at the greasy, extra meet and cheese pizza.
He puts his half-full beer, and the pizza box back into the fridge, and sits down in his chair, once again, where he checks his phone.
No calls. No Sam calls. Dean sighs. Dammit Sammy. Even though Dean feels somewhat worried about Sam and curious to why he hasn't even left a voicemail to assure he's okay, he resists the urge to call him.
Can't be clingy, right? Sam doesn't need me, I'm not his brother. Dean runs a hand over his face, where his head ache feels like has gotten ten times worse, and just sits there, staring at his phone, like if he's waiting for Sam to call.Hoping, that Sam will call.
Realizing that it would probably be a while before his little brother calls him, Dean takes 3 more pain meds, and goes back in his bedroom to lay down.
22 minutes later, Dean throws up again, but this time there's no pizza or other food mixed into his vomit.
This time, it's blood.
---
There's chapter 2 folks! This chapter took me a while longer because I have 3 upcoming exams (gahhh), and this chapter was a bit longer then chapter 1. I won't be going into the hunt that Sam's doing too much, just a little here and there to develop Sam's side of the story more.
For those who are wondering, by the end of next chapter, Sam will be aware that Dean is sick, and will be headed straight home to an even sicker, Dean. So yeah, free spoiler there.
Thankyou a gazillion times for reading, I'm forever grateful. <3
Please review, give me some advice, some ideas?
Thanks again.
-Caitlyn out.
Chapter 3: http://caity78998.livejournal.com/1301.html