Someone Else's Story 5/10
Title: Someone Else’s Story
Part: 5/10 - Year Five
Author: Miss ‘Drea
Rating: NC-17 (probably, eventually)
Parings/Characters: Sam/Dean (eventually), Sam/Andy, Sam/Andy/Ansem, Sam/Jo, Sam/Ava, Sam/Cassie, Sam/Anna. Dean/Ruby, Dean/Jess, Dean/Lilith (Lily), Dean/Sarah, Dean/Madison. Bobby, John, Chuck, Castiel, Zachariah, Gabriel, Uriel.
Word Count: ~3000
Summary: AU - John gives the boys up for adoption, and at an early age Dean and Sam are separated then later adopted into two different families, in two different states. By a chance of Fate (whose name is Castiel) the two brothers find each other - Sam’s in 10th grade, the youngest in his class having skipped several grades, and Dean, also in 10th grade is his ‘penpal’. Dean thinks the whole thing is dumb, Sam’s just glad to have a friend.
Previous Years Found Here.
Year Five
July 4th 1998 - May 10th 1999
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“Have you told him yet, Sam?”
“No.” Sheepish. “I tried though.”
“You tried?” Skeptical.
“I was about to, but he had to go, and hung up just before I said it.”
“I see. And are you going to try again?”
Uncomfortable. “I don’t know. It was so hard the first time...and he didn’t even hear it.”
“Telling someone about a crush is never easy.”
Horrified. “I wasn’t going to tell him about that! I was just going to tell him I was gay.”
“Why?”
“Because then if he hated me, at least it would be for the right reason. If nothing else, he’d be awkward but accepting and then we could...go from there.”
“I see you thought this through.”
“Not really. I did a lot of research. Gay teens in America, and all that. We’re a bit of a minority but there are places we can go.”
“And how does that effect you?”
Steady. “I will never tell Dean I’m in love with him, Zak. I will keep it to myself, and I will keep it close to my heart. But I will never tell him.”
“That’s not a healthy response, Sam.”
“Maybe not. But it’s the only one I’ve got.”
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“Hello?”
“Uh...? Hi, can I speak to Sam please?”
“Sure.” Gum pop. “Can I ask who’s calling?”
“It’s Dean. Um, who’s this, can I ask?”
“Oh, my name’s Pam. I work with Sam.”
“At SAF?”
“Yah-huh.” Gum pop. “I’m a psychic.”
Skeptical. “A psychic? And where’s Sam?”
“Shower. Look, Dean, not sure he’ll be up for talking when he gets out.”
Instantly worried. “Why, what happened?”
“Sam and Ansem had it out.”
“They were in trouble?”
“Nah, Andy started the whole damn thing. Right in the middle of work, even. Threatened Sam for stealing Ansem’s attention.”
“They have been spending a lot of time together, haven’t they?”
Grin. “You askin’ or tellin’?”
“Asking. So, is Sam okay?”
“Bloody nose. Fat lip. Little things.”
“If Andy started it, why did Sam and Ansem fight it out?”
“Ansem said a few things she shouldn’t have” Muffled noises. “Sam, God, you look terrible. Shit, Anse, that shiner is ruthless.”
“Hey is that Sam?”
Clatter. “Hey Dean. Can’t really talk now. I’ll call you later, bye.”
Click.
Quietly. “Why are you avoiding me?”
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Panting. Grinning. “Jesus, Sam. Way to convince me that you weren’t choosing Ansem over me.”
Snort. Thumping. “That was kind of the point, Andy.”
“Can I ask you a question, Sambo?”
Grin. “You just did, but feel free to ask another.”
Rolled eyes. “When are you going to tell your Dean that you’re in love with him?”
Smile fades. “I just fucked your brain out your ears and that’s the question you ask me?”
“Aw, Sam...” Tugging, rustling. “C’mere, moron.”
Pause.
“The answer is never.” Careful, quiet. “Never.”
“Sam...”
“Don’t worry. I’ll just fade out of his life. I’m good at that.”
“Sam.”
“Andy, shut up and kiss me.”
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“Hi, you’ve reached the Hastings, neither Cindy, Kyle and Sam can answer the phone right now, but if you leave your name, your number and short message we’ll get back to you just as soon as we can. Oh! And don’t forget to wait for the beep, have a nice day and thanks for calling!”
Beep.
“Sam? Dean. Call me, please. Come on, dude, what did I do? Sammy please.”
Beep.
“Sammy, it’s me. Please. Just call me.”
Beep.
“Hey Sam, it’s Claudia. Could you call Dean? He’s about ready to kill himself he’s so worried about you.” Sigh. “Come on, Sam...at least call me okay?”
Beep.
“Fuck you, Sam. It’s been six months! Jesus, if I had the issue here, I’d have at least told you. Damn it!”
Beep.
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DIVINE DESTRUCTION
“Found in the Eden Garden”
SIDE A
1. Sweet Heresy
2. Nothing but a Shadow
3. Smoke and Mirrors
4. Red Reflection
SIDE B
1. Indigo
2. Void
3. Empty the Sky
4. For Those Left Behind
5. Forsaken
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“So Sam, how goes the Dean thing?”
Sigh. “Not good, Zak. Not good at all.”
“You told him and he rejected you?”
“No. I stopped being friends with him entirely.”
Wince. “Sam. Remind me what I said about healthy responses.”
“I know. I know. I just...I got scared.”
“Let me make this easy.” Picks up phone. “Dean?”
“ZAK!”
“Hi Dean, my name is Zak Webb. I’m Sam’s therapist. Did he tell you about me?”
Muffled response.
“Oh, well, if glares could kill, I’d be a smoking pile of ash.”
Muffled response.
“Put you on speaker? Sure I can do that. Hold on.” Beeping. “Go ahead, Dean.”
“Sammy? Sammy, look you don’t have to say anything, I just...man, I miss you. I don’t have any other best friends, Sam. Who else am I going to turn to when my sisters get bad, huh? And I know that things are tough, bro. And seriously, half the time? I don’t want to be friends with me either.” Small laugh. “I miss you, Sam. Say something, please.”
Choked. “Dean.”
Relief. “Sammy.”
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Door bell.
Door opens.
“Hi, can I help you?”
Smile. “Hi, Mrs. Hastings. I’m Dean.”
“D-You’re Dean? Wow, finally I can put a face to the voice. Sam’s upstairs, come on in.”
Clattering.
“Hey mom, Ava needs a ride to the mall so I’m going to pick her up and-holy shit, Dean!”
Grin. “Hi Sam. Uh, surprise?”
“I didn’t think you’d be here for like, a week!”
“I took the train.”
“Holy shit! I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I heard something about a mall?” Grin.
“Oh my god, get in my car right now!” Pause. “We’ll be back mom.”
Laughs. “I’ll make up the couch, Dean.”
“Thanks Mrs. Hastings.”
Door closes.
“Dean, I can’t believe you’re here.”
“You already said that, Sammy.”
“Well I’m saying it again!” Laughs. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”
“Yeah well...” Sheepish. “I couldn’t not, you know? So where’s my hug?”
“Right here!”
Embrace.
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“So, Sam. This last week, Dean came up and slept on your couch. How’d that go?”
“Surprisingly well, actually. I mean, Ansem was pretty pissed.”
“Why was Ansem pissed? What about Andy?”
Sigh. “No, Andy figured out that I fell in love with Dean so he was pretty understanding about the whole thing. Ansem was pissed because I wouldn’t fuck around with him ‘cause Dean was there.”
“Did it become a problem?”
“Almost. Ansem wanted to out me. He kept crowding me, and molesting me. You know, like,” blush “trying to turn me on and leaving me hanging when Dean was about to come back into the room.”
Wryly. “And this is the boy you’ve chosen?”
“He’s a stand in, and he knows it.”
Pause. “Did Dean like Ansem?”
Laugh. “Not even a little bit.”
“No?”
“Nope. He kept trying to uninvite ‘Sem and make him angry. He-it was nice to be fought over.”
“But Dean is still straight.”
Quietly. “He hit on Ava and Jo the whole week.”
“So, yes.”
“Yes.”
“Sam. I mean it. Tell Dean.”
“I can’t.”
“He’s your best friend.”
“Yeah. I’d like to keep it that way.”
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TBC: Year Six
June 3rd 1999 - April 1st 2000
Part: 5/10 - Year Five
Author: Miss ‘Drea
Rating: NC-17 (probably, eventually)
Parings/Characters: Sam/Dean (eventually), Sam/Andy, Sam/Andy/Ansem, Sam/Jo, Sam/Ava, Sam/Cassie, Sam/Anna. Dean/Ruby, Dean/Jess, Dean/Lilith (Lily), Dean/Sarah, Dean/Madison. Bobby, John, Chuck, Castiel, Zachariah, Gabriel, Uriel.
Word Count: ~3000
Summary: AU - John gives the boys up for adoption, and at an early age Dean and Sam are separated then later adopted into two different families, in two different states. By a chance of Fate (whose name is Castiel) the two brothers find each other - Sam’s in 10th grade, the youngest in his class having skipped several grades, and Dean, also in 10th grade is his ‘penpal’. Dean thinks the whole thing is dumb, Sam’s just glad to have a friend.
Previous Years Found Here.
Year Five
July 4th 1998 - May 10th 1999
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“Have you told him yet, Sam?”
“No.” Sheepish. “I tried though.”
“You tried?” Skeptical.
“I was about to, but he had to go, and hung up just before I said it.”
“I see. And are you going to try again?”
Uncomfortable. “I don’t know. It was so hard the first time...and he didn’t even hear it.”
“Telling someone about a crush is never easy.”
Horrified. “I wasn’t going to tell him about that! I was just going to tell him I was gay.”
“Why?”
“Because then if he hated me, at least it would be for the right reason. If nothing else, he’d be awkward but accepting and then we could...go from there.”
“I see you thought this through.”
“Not really. I did a lot of research. Gay teens in America, and all that. We’re a bit of a minority but there are places we can go.”
“And how does that effect you?”
Steady. “I will never tell Dean I’m in love with him, Zak. I will keep it to myself, and I will keep it close to my heart. But I will never tell him.”
“That’s not a healthy response, Sam.”
“Maybe not. But it’s the only one I’ve got.”
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“Hello?”
“Uh...? Hi, can I speak to Sam please?”
“Sure.” Gum pop. “Can I ask who’s calling?”
“It’s Dean. Um, who’s this, can I ask?”
“Oh, my name’s Pam. I work with Sam.”
“At SAF?”
“Yah-huh.” Gum pop. “I’m a psychic.”
Skeptical. “A psychic? And where’s Sam?”
“Shower. Look, Dean, not sure he’ll be up for talking when he gets out.”
Instantly worried. “Why, what happened?”
“Sam and Ansem had it out.”
“They were in trouble?”
“Nah, Andy started the whole damn thing. Right in the middle of work, even. Threatened Sam for stealing Ansem’s attention.”
“They have been spending a lot of time together, haven’t they?”
Grin. “You askin’ or tellin’?”
“Asking. So, is Sam okay?”
“Bloody nose. Fat lip. Little things.”
“If Andy started it, why did Sam and Ansem fight it out?”
“Ansem said a few things she shouldn’t have” Muffled noises. “Sam, God, you look terrible. Shit, Anse, that shiner is ruthless.”
“Hey is that Sam?”
Clatter. “Hey Dean. Can’t really talk now. I’ll call you later, bye.”
Click.
Quietly. “Why are you avoiding me?”
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Panting. Grinning. “Jesus, Sam. Way to convince me that you weren’t choosing Ansem over me.”
Snort. Thumping. “That was kind of the point, Andy.”
“Can I ask you a question, Sambo?”
Grin. “You just did, but feel free to ask another.”
Rolled eyes. “When are you going to tell your Dean that you’re in love with him?”
Smile fades. “I just fucked your brain out your ears and that’s the question you ask me?”
“Aw, Sam...” Tugging, rustling. “C’mere, moron.”
Pause.
“The answer is never.” Careful, quiet. “Never.”
“Sam...”
“Don’t worry. I’ll just fade out of his life. I’m good at that.”
“Sam.”
“Andy, shut up and kiss me.”
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“Hi, you’ve reached the Hastings, neither Cindy, Kyle and Sam can answer the phone right now, but if you leave your name, your number and short message we’ll get back to you just as soon as we can. Oh! And don’t forget to wait for the beep, have a nice day and thanks for calling!”
Beep.
“Sam? Dean. Call me, please. Come on, dude, what did I do? Sammy please.”
Beep.
“Sammy, it’s me. Please. Just call me.”
Beep.
“Hey Sam, it’s Claudia. Could you call Dean? He’s about ready to kill himself he’s so worried about you.” Sigh. “Come on, Sam...at least call me okay?”
Beep.
“Fuck you, Sam. It’s been six months! Jesus, if I had the issue here, I’d have at least told you. Damn it!”
Beep.
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DIVINE DESTRUCTION
“Found in the Eden Garden”
SIDE A
1. Sweet Heresy
2. Nothing but a Shadow
3. Smoke and Mirrors
4. Red Reflection
SIDE B
1. Indigo
2. Void
3. Empty the Sky
4. For Those Left Behind
5. Forsaken
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“So Sam, how goes the Dean thing?”
Sigh. “Not good, Zak. Not good at all.”
“You told him and he rejected you?”
“No. I stopped being friends with him entirely.”
Wince. “Sam. Remind me what I said about healthy responses.”
“I know. I know. I just...I got scared.”
“Let me make this easy.” Picks up phone. “Dean?”
“ZAK!”
“Hi Dean, my name is Zak Webb. I’m Sam’s therapist. Did he tell you about me?”
Muffled response.
“Oh, well, if glares could kill, I’d be a smoking pile of ash.”
Muffled response.
“Put you on speaker? Sure I can do that. Hold on.” Beeping. “Go ahead, Dean.”
“Sammy? Sammy, look you don’t have to say anything, I just...man, I miss you. I don’t have any other best friends, Sam. Who else am I going to turn to when my sisters get bad, huh? And I know that things are tough, bro. And seriously, half the time? I don’t want to be friends with me either.” Small laugh. “I miss you, Sam. Say something, please.”
Choked. “Dean.”
Relief. “Sammy.”
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Door bell.
Door opens.
“Hi, can I help you?”
Smile. “Hi, Mrs. Hastings. I’m Dean.”
“D-You’re Dean? Wow, finally I can put a face to the voice. Sam’s upstairs, come on in.”
Clattering.
“Hey mom, Ava needs a ride to the mall so I’m going to pick her up and-holy shit, Dean!”
Grin. “Hi Sam. Uh, surprise?”
“I didn’t think you’d be here for like, a week!”
“I took the train.”
“Holy shit! I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I heard something about a mall?” Grin.
“Oh my god, get in my car right now!” Pause. “We’ll be back mom.”
Laughs. “I’ll make up the couch, Dean.”
“Thanks Mrs. Hastings.”
Door closes.
“Dean, I can’t believe you’re here.”
“You already said that, Sammy.”
“Well I’m saying it again!” Laughs. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”
“Yeah well...” Sheepish. “I couldn’t not, you know? So where’s my hug?”
“Right here!”
Embrace.
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“So, Sam. This last week, Dean came up and slept on your couch. How’d that go?”
“Surprisingly well, actually. I mean, Ansem was pretty pissed.”
“Why was Ansem pissed? What about Andy?”
Sigh. “No, Andy figured out that I fell in love with Dean so he was pretty understanding about the whole thing. Ansem was pissed because I wouldn’t fuck around with him ‘cause Dean was there.”
“Did it become a problem?”
“Almost. Ansem wanted to out me. He kept crowding me, and molesting me. You know, like,” blush “trying to turn me on and leaving me hanging when Dean was about to come back into the room.”
Wryly. “And this is the boy you’ve chosen?”
“He’s a stand in, and he knows it.”
Pause. “Did Dean like Ansem?”
Laugh. “Not even a little bit.”
“No?”
“Nope. He kept trying to uninvite ‘Sem and make him angry. He-it was nice to be fought over.”
“But Dean is still straight.”
Quietly. “He hit on Ava and Jo the whole week.”
“So, yes.”
“Yes.”
“Sam. I mean it. Tell Dean.”
“I can’t.”
“He’s your best friend.”
“Yeah. I’d like to keep it that way.”
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TBC: Year Six
June 3rd 1999 - April 1st 2000