When In Doubt, Hit the Escape Button 2b/5
Title: When in Doubt, Hit the Escape Button
By: M14Mouse
Artist: Serenda_art
Beta: Solarbear614
Gene: SPN AU Gen
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Word Count: 20,200
Warning: Zombie ponies and unicorns
Summary: Sam and Dean are ordinary brothers from an ordinary planet called Earth. Until the aliens came and took them away.
Sam was four when he first got on a plane.
He remembered that he was excited because he never been on a plane before. He couldn’t remember much about the actual fly or even getting on the plane. He couldn’t remember who they were going to see or why.
He remembered Dean screaming. He remembered mom trying to him calming down. He remembered the people running around. There were the panic looks on the air attendants and the annoyed looks on the other passengers’ faces.
He just sat there and watched.
He had no clue what to say or do.
He couldn’t understand what Dean was afraid of. His big brother wasn’t afraid of anything. He could climb the highest tree without falling out. He could beat up Ryan Featherweather. His brother was fearless.
He watched his brother struggled in his mom’s arms. He was just lost.
How could his brother be afraid flying?
When fire was much much worse….
~*~
“What is it?” An unfamiliar voice echoed through his head. His head was fuzzy and he couldn’t really tell who the voice was. It was male. That is the only thing that was positive. And if he didn’t stop poking him, he will kick the guy’s ass.
“Bobby said they are human,” Another male voice added.
“I thought humans were chubby and old.”
“I think that is just Bobby. I believe that it would be unwise to say that out loud. He is the navigator.”
“Awww, the big lump likes me, Cas.”
“Don’t call me that, Gabriel.”
“You are never fun…maybe the new guys are.”
“Son, if you touch another hair on his head, I will hit you with a spoon,” Another voice added. Oh, yes…definitely female.
He felt a hand touch his shoulder.
“Come on, Dean. You need to wake up. Your brother is worried sick about you.”
Sam…Sammy! Oh, shit. His eyes snapped open and his body instantly shot up.
Holy Shit!
His mind could barely register the woman or the other guys around him. His eyes darted around to look for his brother. His eyes finally found his brother. He was sitting in a corner with a rag pressed against his forehead. Sam’s eyes darted from person to person in the room.
What in the hell was Sammy looking at?
He finally looked at the other people in the room. His eyes widen and his mouth just dropped. Holy shit.
The black woman looked liked came out one of those old Gladiator movies or Animal House. She was wearing long flowing robe type….toga thing. She was missing the leaves in her head. Maybe, it would clash with that bluish black hair of hers. She has something funky on her skin. Is that glitter? And she is totally giving him a look. He opened his mouth to say something and…
“Son, I would stop thinking about my clothes if I know what good for you,” The woman said.
How in the hell?
“Before you ask, Missouri is a psychic. If you have any nasty…or naughty thoughts that you may be thinking now or in the near future, I suggest you stop or she will hit you…or burn your food. Whatever mood that she is in,” One of the guys said.
His eyes moved to the guy that was talking. The guy looked liked he walked out of 1920s movie and he was kind of on the short side. He was wearing a brown suit and tie with one of those weird hats. Sam would know what it was called. Dude, is he eating a lollipop?
“My name is Gabriel Regal The Third. I am the Lord of Horn of Truth, The Messenger of My Father, and High Son. Oh, yes…this is my brother, Cas, the greatest warrior in our father’s army!”
“It is Castiel.”
His eyes moved from Gabriel to Castiel, who look nothing like a warrior liked Gabriel said. He looked more like a accountant. Castiel was taller than his brother. While Gabriel had brown eyes, Cas had blue eyes. They did have the same hair color…that is what the similarity ended. While Gabriel looked like he came out of a bad movie, Cas looked like normal…almost. He couldn’t figure out why the guy was wearing a trench coat and a tie.
Did he wake up on a movie set or something?
“Cas…Catiel…or whatever you call yourself? Where in the hell are we?”
“The Impala.”
This place didn’t look like a freaky car. It kind of looked like a cave…the black walls almost had a shine to it like someone waxed the walls really good. Silver lines running in the middle of the walls break up the blackness. There were weird glowing headlight type things hanging from the ceilings.
This place is so weird.
“This isn’t a car, dude.”
The strange dude just tilted his head at him.
“Dean…I think that we are in a ship,” Sam said.
He stared at his brother and started laughing. His brother must have hit his head harder than he thought.
“Seriously? Come on! These guys just kidnapped us…and we are at some crazy movie set…or this is extremely bad prank,” He said.
Sam’s eyes darted to the window. His eyes followed and blinked as he stared outside. Holy shit…there is stars…and space…and shit like that. This had to be fake. It had to be that…what is it called? Fancy CGI.
“It isn’t fake, son,” Missouri said softly.
Hell, she is actually sounding nice.
His heart dropped into his stomach as the stars continue to fly by.
His hands started to shake. His stomach tightened up. He is going to be sick. Right here…right now…on this very floor.
This is a dream. This got to be a dream.
Holy shit, this isn’t a dream.
He felt something hit him in the back of the head then a flare of pain. He dropped to his knees then his world tumbled into darkness.
His last thought screamed at him that he was flying.
-*****-
Dean was seven when the fire burned down their house.
He remembered it being the middle of the night and it was a few days after Halloween.
He remembered Dad screaming, mom pounding on the door, and Sammy’s crying. He smelt the smoke and Dad’s strong arms picking him up. His arms cling to his dad’s neck as he felt the smoke full his lungs. He couldn’t stop coughing. He felt his chest burning. His eyes were itchy and he couldn’t see. He felt the heat of the flames press against his face. Then he felt a whoosh of cool air against his face. He felt the ground under his feet.
“Stay here, Dean,” Dad said softly into his ear.
Then his father was gone. He watched the flames engulf his home.
Sammy’s cries echo through the night.
-***-
“Why in the hell did you do that for?” Sam snapped as he ran over his brother. Gabriel just hit his brother over the head for no damn reason. He checked his brother over to see if he was alright.
“Gabriel!” Missouri shouted as she approached them too. She kneed down next to him and gently checked Dean’s head.
“WHAT?! He was panicking. That always led to bad things when they do that…like threatening Bobby or singing The Forak’s national anthem. Oh, my ears still burned from that incident. We don’t need any more nuts on this ship. We are lucky that the Impala kicked the last one off,” Gabriel said with the shrug of his shoulders.
“He didn’t panic because of you! He hates flying!”
“Well, he better get over that really soon because he and space are going to be intimated for a long time.”
“For how long?”
“Until the Impala said so…and Bobby might have a say in it too. I have no clue…I don’t talk ship and grumpy old guy,” Gabriel said.
His head throbbed with every word that Gabriel spoke. He wondered if this guy was such a pain in the ass all of the time.
“Gabriel, why don’t you go and get Jessica? Oh, Bobby to lower the shades until our friend won’t flip every time that he looks out of the window,” Missouri said.
“Since when did I become your errand boy?”
The look that Missouri gave him would put his mom’s look to shame.
“I believe that it would be wise for us to leave,” Castiel said as he grabbed his brother’s arm and dragged out of the room. He could hear Gabriel shouting about pie and betrayal of family.
And Dean would have called him a drama queen.
“I am sorry about him, honey. He will grow on you…”
He smiled slightly at Missouri.
“Or you attempted to kill him first.”
He laughed.
-*******-
Despite years of other memories to burden this moment and the years of therapy, Sam still remembered the fire like it was yesterday. He remembered that he was in his bedroom. Mom just got finish reading a story him. Then he remembered smelling something funny like when Daddy burned toast. Then the fire alarm went off. Instantly, he did what they taught us in school.
Drop to the floor and don’t stand up because the smoke might get you. He crawled to the door and touched like the teacher taught them too. It wasn’t very hot until he tried to touch the door handle. Was that how he got the burns on his hands? His hands were wrapped for weeks after the fire. That must have been it. He remembered….screaming for anyone to save him….Mommy…Daddy….Dean….Grandpa…Grandma. Loud until he couldn’t breathe anymore.
Then flames started rising up the door at this point. He remembered going to the other side of this bed and just staring as the flames went higher and higher until it hit the ceiling. He still remembered seeing the wallpaper peering and burning on the walls. He remembered the light bulbs burst and the glass raining down on his head.
He tried to be a big boy and not cry.
He didn’t think that he was going to die.
Not yet anyway….
-********-
Despite years of other memories to burden this moment and the years of therapy, Sam still remembered the fire like it was yesterday. He remembered that he was in his bedroom. Mom just got finish reading a story him. Then he remembered smelling something funny like when Daddy burned toast. Then the fire alarm went off. Instantly, he did what they taught us in school.
Drop to the floor and don’t stand up because the smoke might get you. He crawled to the door and touched like the teacher taught them too. It wasn’t very hot until he tried to touch the door handle. Was that how he got the burns on his hands? His hands were wrapped for weeks after the fire. That must have been it. He remembered….screaming for anyone to save him….Mommy…Daddy….Dean….Grandpa…Grandma. Loud until he couldn’t breathe anymore.
Then flames started rising up the door at this point. He remembered going to the other side of this bed and just staring as the flames went higher and higher until it hit the ceiling. He still remembered seeing the wallpaper peering and burning on the walls. He remembered the light bulbs burst and the glass raining down on his head.
He tried to be a big boy and not cry.
He didn’t think that he was going to die.
Not yet anyway….
End of Part 2b
Part 3