Fic: A Time to Remember (3/4)
Title: A Time to Remember
Author: LittleLonnie /CaptainLon
Warnings: Sexual content, violence, mention of drugs
Genre: Hurt/comfort, romance, angst, friendship
Spoilers: For 5x20
Characters: Sam (21), Brady (21), Jess (21). In Epilogue: Sam (27), Dean (31), Brady (27)
Summary: Sam goes to Stanford, he's unaware that his friend Brady is possessed by a demon and uses drug problems as a cover up. Sam and his girlfriend Jessica takes the next step in their relationship and an old bully causes unforseen trouble for Sam. Many years later Dean will learn the truth too of what happened when he wasn't there to protect his little brother.
Important: You should read Chapter 25 of "The ABC of Limp!Sam", which story-vise is another one then this, but it's the same characters with Brady before the demon took over and before Jess.
Disclaimer: "Supernatural" and all characters beside Jacob etc belong to Eric Kripke.
Thanks to beta reader Ravanne!!
Masterpost
Fanfiction.net Link: A Time to Remember
Chapter 3
"Dude, what took so long?" Brady jumped up from where he was sitting outside his apartment. The day had already passed slowly and Sam was fifteen minutes too late.
"Sorry man. I was at the beach and wanted to get the sea water out of my hair," Sam explained, shrugging. Brady just shook it off as they set off for the party.
"So where's Jessica today?" Brady asked, lighting a cigarette.
"Thought she'd be joining us, seeing how the two of you are joined at the hip now."
"She's got a test on Monday so she wanted to just a jump start on her studying," Sam explained.
"What? Lame, she got all day Sunday for that," Brady tilted his head a bit and looked at Sam curiously.
"She's doing it now because she was busy last night and doesn't want to fall behind," Sam punched Brady lightly in the shoulder.
"Well maybe you should have stayed and help her. You know. Make the reading more interesting," Brady laughed when Sam just groaned and rolled his eyes.
As they walked up the steps to the house Brady's cell phone started ringing.
"Let me get that," Brady stopped up and looked at Sam.
"Why don't you just head up. I'll be there in a sec." Sam nodded. Brady walked a little down the street a bit, making sure Sam had gone inside before answering.
"Yeah?" Brady said into the phone, then grinned,
"You're using phone now?" He sighed loudly and shoved one hand into his jacket's pocket while listening to the voice on the other line.
"It's apparently going smooth as hell. You're gonna be pleased," Brady bragged. The voice on the other end of the call asked another question and Brady grinned wickedly.
"The girl? She's as unaware as Sam. She won't see it coming, I promise." He listened to his caller, his expression hardening slightly as he his instructions were revised.
"Wait even longer? How long? Two months? Oh great," He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and leaned against a street lamp, holding the cigarette between his lips as he lit it.
"Yeah, yeah I'm listening. I'll make sure he's fine. I'm wearing his best friend for a reason. What? I'm not being a smartass," Brady defended and his eyes turned black for a moment before blinking it away.
"Okay. I'll keep in contra-" the phone clicked on the other line and Brady just looked stupidly at the phone for a second,
"Azazel..." He rolled his eyes and headed up to the party.
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Sam and Brady had managed to enjoy the the party for almost an hour before Jacob spotted them. The mood in the room cooled noticeably as the other student approached them.
"Come to turn the party to a geek feast?" Jacob snorted drunkenly, arm lazily draped over the shoulder of a pretty raven haired girl who clearly had had far too much to drink.
"Come on, drop it, Jacob. Don't you have anything better to do then walking around making a fool out of yourself?" Sam put his beer bottle down, ready to leave, but Jacob grabbed him hard by the arm.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Jacob sneered in his face and Sam grimaced at the stench of alcohol. The girl next to Jacob told him to let go of Sam, but he simply ignored her.
"I'd ask you the same question," Sam said quietly and ripped his arm out of Jacob's grasp. That was all that needed to ignite the anger in Jacobs' drunken mind. He swung out his arm in Sam's direction, but his movements were slow and Sam easily avoided it. Sam grabbed his arm and spun him around once so Jacob was flung against the wall. The other kids in the room laughed at seeing display and Jacob roared in fury, lunging for Sam again. This time Sam didn't hesitate and struck out with his fist, connecting with the side of Jacob's face. The group of kids gasped in a mix of awe and sympathy for Jacob for what looked like a solid punch. The jock had lost balance and slid to the floor and some of his friends tried to help him up.
Brady took the opportunity to drag Sam out of the room and down the hall.
"Dude. That was so badass!" Brady laughed a bit too loudly, clearly having had more to drink then Sam. They were soon outside again, but Brady pulled him in the opposite direction than where they had come from.
"Brady. It's that way," Sam pointed over his shoulder.
"I know, but I could use some food. They didn't have anything to eat at that party. Could you use some food? I could," Brady snickered and put his arm over Sam's shoulders, all but dragging him along.
"I suppose," Sam shrugged. At least they were out of that party and he could head home as soon as they grabbed something.
Thirty minutes later the two of them headed back down the road heading towards Sam's apartment. Sam pulled out his phone to call Jess and let her know that he'd be there in a few minutes and not to worry. It was by the student center building that Sam spotted Jacob and three others of his buddies. He sighed inwardly, not wanting this to escalate any further than it already had.
"Hey guy, look who we've got here. Geek-boy and his drug buddy again." Jacob wasn't smiling his usual cocky smile and looked rather angry. And still drunk enough to be dangerous.
"You made a fool out of me in there," the jock snarled, deliberately moving to invade Sam's personal space and come nearly nose to nose with the taller, but more slender kid.
"I think that was your own fault," Brady said nonchalantly as he slumped down on a bench, taking a break. Sam wanted to tell him to get up, that they needed to get the hell out of there but then Jacob grabbed him by the collar and before Sam could respond, punched him hard in the face. Sam moaned in pain and everything went blurry. The sounds around him became muffled and he realized Jacob had almost knocked him unconscious there. He thought he could hear Brady shouting somewhere far away and then Sam also realized that he was being dragged somewhere.
"Lemme go," Sam mumbled, fighting against the strong arms holding him.
"Oh, no. It's payback time," Jacob said very loudly. Sam shook his head just as whoever was holding him dropped him down onto the hard pavement. He looked around and saw that they had dragged him behind the building and out of sight of any students that might have been passing by this late, hidden by the dark shadows.
"What are you doing?" Sam tried to back away as he saw the beer bottles in the bullies' hands. Two of Jacobs' buddies came up behind him and hauled him to his feet, holding his arms so he could only struggle helplessly. Jacob stepped forward and grabbed Sam's jaw, forcing his head back and emptying the contents of the bottle in his hand down Sam's throat. Sam sputtered and coughed, but had no choice but to swallow or choke on whatever liquid was pouring into his mouth.
"Tell me how you feel after that," Jacob sneered and held out his hand for one of his friends to hand him another bottle.
"Oh and before you loose it completely... it's not just alcohol in here," he informed Sam before starting to empty the second beer bottle down his throat. Sam tried desperately to get loose from the jocks' strong hold, but was unable to break free. His mind was spinning and he heard laughter all around him. Fear blossomed in his chest, thinking of what the hell they were poisoning him with.
Suddenly he was dropped to the ground and he rolled onto his side, coughing weakly. He forced his eyes open when he heard a truly pissed off yell somewhere near.
"Brady..." Sam mumbled when he saw his friend lunge at Jacob. The remaining jocks gaped shocked at the strength Brady showed while throwing punch after punch in Jacobs' face. Sam's vision was growing more blurry with each second and he couldn't understand what was happening around him.
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Brady sat up straighter on the bench as the bullies dragged Sam off behind the building. He hesitated, not certain if he should keep the drunken act going or go after them. It wasn't that he really cared what they did to Sam, but Azazel was sure as hell not going be happy with him if his ace in the hole was hurt beyond repair. And Azazel would not hesitate to take it out of his hide if his favorite child was hurt. It was when he saw the bottles of beer that the jocks were forcing down Sam's throat that Brady dropped the act and ran as fast as he could at them. The jocks holding Sam dropped him when Brady's fist connected with Jacob's face, nose cracking at first hit.
"What the hell!" one shouted, completely shocked by the strength the supposed druggie had. Brady just glared at them before pounding his fist into Jacob's face two more times before stopping, knowing killing off a guy here was a bad idea when his job wasn't done yet. Jacob's face was a complete disaster already though, nose broken and blood running from deep splits in his lip and cheek. Two of the jocks helped Jacob up, but Brady grabbed the third one by the collar and snarled in his face.
"You have no idea who you're messing with," Brady warned eerily, but let the kid go. He watched them go and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes going black for a second. He had the distinct feeling that they wouldn't be giving him any trouble in the foreseeable future.
"That felt good," he laughed,
His gloating was cut short when he remembered why he had wasted time on the shitheads and ran over to Sam.
"Sam? Sam?" Brady slipped right back in his role of concerned best friend as he knelt by Sam, who had managed to haul himself up into a seated position, leaning heavily on his hands.
"Wh-what happ'nd," Sam licked his lips before spitting. Whatever they had forced into him left a horrible taste in his mouth. His eyes were narrowed to mere slits as he looked about at his suroundings and then up at the blurry form of his friend. Blood was running from a nasty cut on his lip from where Jacob had punched him, but that seemed to be the least of his injuries. Brady cocked his head at Sam's behavior and had a sinking feeling that more happened than a quick beat down. He spotted one of the fallen beer bottles and picked it up, sniffing at the contents. Recognizing the smell of it he tossed the bottle as far as he could in anger before picking up his phone and dialing 911.
"We need an ambulance! Stanford University - behind the student services building!" Brady bit his lip to keep from shouting at the lady on the other end of the call. She kept asking stupid questions and he hung up on her as soon as she said that the ambulance was on the way. While he was on the phone Sam had tried to climb to his feet and ended up sprawled on the ground, his body trying to cough out what had been force into it. Brady knelt down next to him and pulled him upright so he wouldn't choke, Sam's head lolling to rest against his shoulder.
"T's is cr'p," Sam mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open.
"I bet it is. You've got to stay awake. I'm pretty sure you're close to overdosing here." Brady cursed his stupidity at letting it get this far and felt a wave of relief wash over him when he heard the ambulance.
"Hold in there, buddy. I can see the ambulance now," Brady assured Sam, checking his pulse, noticing that he was close to losing consciousness now.
"You're a g'd fr'nd," Sam mumbled, as if that was important, slumping heavily onto Brady's shoulder.
Brady began to panic, patting Sam's cheeks in a desperate attempt to rouse him while cursing the ambulance for being so slow. He wasn't all fond of the touchy feel-y thing, but couldn't drop out of character now. He could only sit there and watch the darkness was lit by the flashing lights the ambulance finally arrived. There were some other people that began to gather nearby, curious at what was going on. Just as the paramedics came up to them, Brady noticed that Sam had stopped moving.
"Oh damn!"