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Sorry for the last update problems...I've never done cuts before, so of course I screwed it up. I'm gonna try this again...
Okay, I've finally gotten the courage to post one of my Supernatural Fanfics. (Thanks to
coltshot_1)
I've been re-writing the episodes with Sam as a girl. The stories are pretty much the same, but with some slight variations and "additional scenes". I even tried to keep as much of the dialog as possible. Let me know what you think, and if I should even post anymore.
btw, it's too large to post in one update...I'll have to break it up.
There are more pics under the cut...dialup users beware.
Lawrence Kansas 22 Years Ago
Mary Winchester carried her 4-year-old son Dean into the nursery. She was surprised by how quickly he had adjusted to having a new baby in the house. He seemed to have instantly become accustomed to his role of ‘big brother’. She would hear him saying things like “Don’t put that in you mouth Sam.” and “The water’s just right Mommy…not too hot.” He was growing up so quickly. She couldn’t believe he’d be turning five in just a couple of months. Mary smiled at Dean and gave him a squeeze. “Come on, let’s say goodnight to your sister.”
He leaned over the crib railing to place a kiss on the baby’s forehead. “Good night Sam.”
Mary lowered Dean to the floor and leaned over the railing herself. “Good night, love.” she whispered as she too kissed little Samantha’s forehead.
Mary heard her husband John’s voice coming from the hallway. “Hey, Dean.”
“Daddy!” Dean exclaimed, rushing into his father’s arms.
“Hey buddy!” After Dean’s enthusiastic hug, John took on a faux serious tone. “What d’ya think? Ya think Sammi’s read to toss around a football yet?”
Dean laughed. “No, Daddy.”
“No?” John hugged his son again.
Mary moved past them out into the hallway. “You got him?” she asked.
“I got him.” John reached out to turn off the light. “Sweet dreams, Sam.”
Sam was awakened by the mobile above her crib. It turned slowly as the crescent moon nightlight on the wall flickered on and off. The clock on the nursery wall stopped, and Sam continued watching the mobile.
Back in her room, Mary was awakened by the sound of static on the baby monitor. Amongst the static, she thought she could hear faint crying so she rose to check on the baby. She noticed John wasn’t beside her. He probably fell asleep in the recliner again she thought. John often tried to watch the late news, but he seldom made it through the entire broadcast. She’d go down and wake him up after she checked on Sam. As she entered the nursery she was a bit surprised to see John standing over the crib with his back to her. “John, is she hungry?”
John didn’t turn around, but he shushed her.
“All right.” Mary said as she turned around. She started heading back to her room but noticed the light down the hall flickering. She tapped on it, trying to get it to stop and hoping it wasn’t a wiring problem. Sound from the television drifted up the stairs, so she walked down to turn it off. There was John, asleep in front of the television.
Oh my God! That hadn’t been John standing by the baby’s crib! She raced back up the stairs, heading towards the baby’s room. “Sammi! Sammi!” When she reached the nursery, Mary couldn’t control her scream.
Mary’s screaming woke John. He called her name as he ran up the stairs. “Mary!? Mary! Mary!” When he reached Sam’s room, the door was closed. He threw open the door, scanning the room, but didn’t see his wife. He walked over to Sam’s crib and looked down at her. “Hey Sammi. You okay?”
Something dark dripped onto the sheet next the baby’s head. John touched it and more dripped onto his hand. ‘What…?’ He looked up. Mary was on the ceiling and she was bleeding from a large gash across her stomach. “No! Mary! Mary!”
Suddenly, Mary burst into flames scaring baby Sammi into tears. John came to his senses and picked her up, wrapped in her blanket. He ran down the hall where Dean came running up to him. “Daddy!”
John handed Sam over to Dean. “Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Don’t look back! Now, Dean. Go!”
Dean ran downstairs with Sam as John ran back into Sam’s room to try to get to Mary. “Mary! No!” She was already completely engulfed by the flames. He couldn’t get to her. He couldn’t even see her anymore, but he couldn’t take his eyes from the spot where she had been. It was too late. The fire surged at him causing him to back out of the room. He ran downstairs and out the front door. He caught up with Dean who was looking back at the house and trying to soothe his baby sister. “Don’t cry Sam. It’s okay.”
He scooped them both up as he kept running away from the house. They were just far enough away when what had been Sammi’s nursery exploded.
All John could do was hold his children as the firefighters fought the blaze. Their mother was gone and he didn’t understand any of it. Mary was stuck to the ceiling, and then she just burst into flames. It didn’t make sense. John vowed to himself that he would find out what had happened…what had taken his wife from him and their children. He would dedicate his life to protecting his children and finding the thing that killed their mother.
Stanford University Present Day
Jesse came out of the bedroom pulling on a camo jacket. “Sam! Get a move on would ya? We were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago…Sam! Ya comin’ or what?”
Sam peeked around the corner. Only her head was visible. “Do I have to?”
Her boyfriend of two years smiled broadly. “Yes. It’ll be fun” he insisted. Sam slowly emerged from the bathroom wearing a fitted black shirt and jeans. Jesse frowned. “Where’s your costume?”
Sam scoffed. “You know how I feel about Halloween Jess.”
Jesse brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I know, babe. But I think this is the year that’s gonna turn it around for you.” He leaned down and gave her a swift, tender kiss.
Sam’s mouth slowly turned up into a genuine smile. “You can be pretty convincing G.I.Jesse.”
The Halloween party was definitely not short on alcohol or people in silly costumes. Jesse seemed to be having a great time though, so Sam wasn’t complaining. She also wasn’t sure how many shots Randall had done, but the guy was already having trouble walking straight.
Jesse raised his glass. “So here’s to Sam and her awesome LSAT victory.”
Sam was a bit embarrassed by Jesse’s praise. “All right, all right it’s not that big a deal…”
Jesse interrupted. “She acts all humble, but she scored a 174.”
“Mm.” Randall put down his shot glass. “Is that good?”
“Scary good.” Jesse insisted.
Randall draped an arm across her shoulder. “See there you go, you’re first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want.”
“Actually,” Sam smiled, “I got an interview here…Monday. If it goes okay, I think I’ve got a shot at a full ride next year.”
Jesse covered her hand with his and gave it a squeeze. “Hey it’s gonna go great.”
“It better.”
Randall walked around to the other side of the table. “So, how does it feel to be the wunderkind of your family?”
Sam hesitated. “Ah…they don’t know.”
“Don’t know?” Randall said in astonishment. “I would be gloating! Why not?”
Sam was used to evading discussions about her family. She chose the old standard, “‘Cause we’re not exactly the Bradys.”
Randall laughed. “And my family’s not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?” He was already walking toward the bar as Sam and Jesse both answered “No” in unison.
Jesse turned back to Sam. “Seriously. I’m proud of you and you’re gonna knock ‘em dead on Monday. And you’re gonna get that full ride. I know it.”
“What would I do without you?” Sam teased.
Jesse suddenly took on a serious tone. “How would you like to never have to find that out?”
Sam sobered quickly. “Are you…are you asking-“
Jesse interrupted her before she could say it. “Not here. Let’s step outside where it’s quiet.” Jesse took her hand and led her out to the balcony.
Sam’s hands were shaking, but Jesse seemed completely calm. When he dropped to one knee, she felt like she might fall to the floor with him.
“Sam, I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re beautiful, smart, … and one hell of an arm wrestler.” Sam nearly choked on her laugh as she tried to remember to breathe.
Jesse continued. “I can’t imagine waking up without you there next to me. I want us to always be there for each other…through the good times and the bad. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life without you, Sam. Will you marry me?”
Sam couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. She tugged Jesse to his feet and kissed him as if her very life depended upon it. Jesse broke the kiss first and looked into Sam eyes as he brushed a thumb across her damp cheek. “So, is that a yes?”
Sam laughed. “Yes. It’s most definitely yes.” Jesse grinned as he slipped the engagement ring onto Sam’s finger.
Jesse had been right when he said this Halloween would change everything.
Sam and Jesse had gone straight home to celebrate. Now Sam couldn’t sleep as she kept thinking about how her life was turning out. She laid her head against Jesse’s chest, listening to his slow, deep breaths of sleep. She never dreamed she could have something this perfect...and normal. It was just a matter of time before it all came crumbling down. ‘No!’ she scolded herself. Nothing was going to happen. She and Jesse were in love, and they were getting married. Not right away of course, but the commitment had brought them so much closer together. Jesse had fallen asleep telling her about how perfect their life together would be. Sam tried to relax and go to sleep too. Logically, there was no use worrying that something bad would happen. ‘Logically’ she told herself.
Sam had just drifted off when something woke her. She sat up and Jesse rolled over. Sam was about to tell herself that it was his stirring that had woken her, when she got a strange feeling. She got up and started walking toward the front door to double check the lock. She smiled. She and Jesse had probably forgotten it in their haste to get to the bedroom.
Sam froze. There was someone in the apartment. She could hear the faint creaking of the floorboards. A shadow of a man crossed in front of the window moving through the living room. Sam knew enough self-defense…if she could just catch him off-guard… She came up behind him and used the momentum of his spin to flip him over. He landed with a thud, but was up quicker than she anticipated. Sam aimed as best she could in the dark and went for a larynx blow. The man was faster though and swept her legs out from under her. She landed hard on her back and was quickly pinned to the ground. Sam tried to knee him, but her legs were firmly pinned as well.
“Whoa, easy tiger.”
Wait. Sam knew that voice…”Dean?”
Dean laughed and loosened his hold but didn’t get up.
Sam was breathing heavily. “You scared the crap out of me!”
“That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice.” Sam could hear the smile in his voice…the smug bastard. She quickly flipped them over so that she had Dean pinned to the floor.
Dean laughed again. “Or not… Get off me.”
They got to their feet and Sam stared at her brother. “Dean, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Well I was looking for a beer.” Typical Dean. Sam however, was in no mood for games…what with the physical attack and all…
“What. The. Hell. Are you doing here?”
“Okay, all right. We gotta talk.”
“Uh, the phone?”
“If I’d have called, would you have picked up?”
“Sam?” The commotion had finally roused Jesse who turned on a lamp as he entered the room.
“Jesse, hey.” Sam hesitated. “Dean, this is my fiancé Jesse.”
Jesse smiled. “Wait, your brother Dean?”
Sam didn’t have a chance to reply before Dean asked her a question of his own. “Did you say fiancé?”
Sam was already beginning to flounder. It had been almost four years since she had seen her brother. Yet here he was, same ol’ Dean, putting her on the defensive without even trying. Jesse came to Sam’s rescue. “Well, we haven’t told anyone yet. Actually, I just asked her tonight.”
Dean eyed Jesse for a moment before turning back to Sam. “I’m sure I woulda been first on the list to call, right Sammi?” The awkwardness was palpable. It was Dean who finally broke the silence as he turned back toward Jesse. “Anyway. I gotta borrow your girlfriend here. Talk about some private family business, but, uh, nice meeting you…”
Jesse accepted Dean’s offered hand. “Jesse.”
Sam walked over and stood next to Jesse. “No. No, whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of him.”
Dean looked a bit surprised. “Okay… Um…Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”
“So he’s working over-time on a Miller Time-shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”
Dean stared intently at Sam. “Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean’s emphasis on the word hunting made his true meaning obvious to Sam.
Sam turned to Jesse. “Jess, excuse us. I’ll be right back.” She kissed Jesse’s cheek before following Dean outside.
Dean glanced at his sister and said casually."So, you're living with this guy."
Sam ignored him. “Dean, come on. You can’t just break in…in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.”
“You’re not hearing me Sammi. Dad’s missing. I need you to help me find him.”
“You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the Devil’s Gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He’s always missing and he’s always fine.”
"Not for this long. Now, are you gonna come with me or not?”
Sam instinctively crossed her arms and raised her chin obstinately. “I’m not.”
Dean wasn’t quite sure if he was irritated or amused that her stubborn streak hadn’t changed. “Why not?”
“I swore I was done hunting, for good.”
“Come on, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad.”
“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45.”
Dean looked surprised. “Well what was he supposed to do?”
“I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say ‘Don’t be afraid of the dark.’ “
“Don’t be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me?!” Dean’s ire was now apparent. “Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!”
“Yeah I know, but still…the way we grew up after Mom was killed, and Dad’s obsession to find the thing that killed her. But he still hasn’t found the damn thing, so he kills everything he can find.”
“We save a lot of people doing it, too.” Dean reasoned.
“You think Mom would have wanted this for us?” Dean gave Sam an irritated look and walked over to his black ‘67 Impala. Sam followed. “The weapons training? And melting the silver into bullets…? Dean, we were raised like warriors.”
Dean turned back around to face her. “So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?”
“No. Not normal. Safe.”
Dean scoffed. “And that’s why you ran away?”
“I was just going to college.” Sam countered. “It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that’s what I’m doing.”
“Yeah well, Dad’s in real trouble, if he’s not dead already. I can feel it. I can’t do this alone.”
Sam could tell saying that last part had been hard for Dean, but she didn’t stop herself from saying the obvious anyway. “Yes, you can.”
“Yeah. Well. I don’t want to.” Dean was conceding what he considered a personal weakness. He was really worried.
Sam sighed as her resolve started to crumble. “What was he hunting?”
Dean opened the trunk of his car and lifted the top of the spare tire reservoir where he stored his weapons and supplies. “All right, let’s see. Where the hell did I put that thing?”
Sam leaned against the car as she watched Dean dig through the trunk. “So when Dad left, why didn’t you go with him?”
“I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans.”
Sam almost laughed. “Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?”
Dean looked offended. “I’m 26, Sam.” Dean found the folder he was looking for and pulled out a paper. “All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy-“ He pulled out a newspaper clipping and handed it to Sam. “-they found his car but he’d vanished, completely M.I.A.”
“So maybe he was kidnapped.”
“Yeah well, here’s another one in April…” He placed each article on top of the other. “…another one in December ’04, ’03, ’98, ’92. Ten of them over the past 20 years, all men, all same 5-mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn’t heard from him since, which is bad enough.” Dean took out a mini tape recorder. “Then I get this voicemail yesterday.”
Sam could barely make out her father’s voice through the static. “Dean, something is starting to happen, I think it’s serious. I need to try to figure out what’s going on … Be very careful Dean, we’re all in danger.”
“You know there’s EVP on that?“
“Not bad, Sammi. Kind of like riding a bike isn’t it? All right. I slowed the message down, and ran it through a Gold Wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.”
Dean replayed the message. This time there was a woman’s voice. “I can never go home.”
“Never go home.” Sam thought she knew how the woman felt.
Dean threw the recorder back into the trunk of his car and shut it. “You know in almost four years I’ve never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing.”
Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, Dean was still staring back at her. ”All right. I’ll go. I’ll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.” She started to go back inside, but Dean’s voice stopped her.
“What’s first thing Monday?”
“I have this…” Sam wasn’t even sure why she was hesitant to tell him. “I have an interview.”
“What, a job interview? Skip it.”
“It’s a law school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate.”
“Law school?” Dean smirked.
Sam stared him down. “So we got a deal or not?”
Back inside Sam started packing a bag. She loaded it with the handful of weapons she had never been able bring herself to get rid of. Part of her always knew she might need them again one day. Jesse walked in just as she got the last one safely tucked away underneath some clothes.
“Wait, you’re leaving? Is this about your dad? Is he all right?”
“Yeah, you know. Just a little family drama.” Sam was trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing, but she had a feeling Jesse could see right through the act.
“But your brother said he was on some kind of a hunting trip.”
“Yeah, he’s just deer hunting up at the cabin and he’s probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. We’re just gonna go bring him back.”
“What about the interview?”
“I’ll make the interview. Don’t worry. This is only for a couple of days.” Sam continued packing some clothes.
“Sam, I mean, please, just stop for a second.” He stilled her hands and made her look at him. “You sure you’re okay?”
Sam swallowed and smiled. “I’m fine.”
“I could go with you if you want…”
Sam visibly jumped. “No.” She calmed herself before continuing. “This is something Dean and I have to do alone. You understand, right?”
Jesse turned away. “It’s just…you won’t even talk about your family and now you’re taking off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend with them?” He turned back around. “And with Monday coming up, which is a big deal...”
Sam walked over to him and put her arms around his waist, bringing her body flush against his and looking up at him. “Hey, everything’s gonna be okay. I will be back in time. I promise.” She pulled him down for a long kiss.
"Now, I've gotta go." Sam grabbed her bags and headed out the door.
Jesse shouted after her, “At least tell me where you’re going.”
next part here
Okay, I've finally gotten the courage to post one of my Supernatural Fanfics. (Thanks to
coltshot_1)
I've been re-writing the episodes with Sam as a girl. The stories are pretty much the same, but with some slight variations and "additional scenes". I even tried to keep as much of the dialog as possible. Let me know what you think, and if I should even post anymore.
btw, it's too large to post in one update...I'll have to break it up.
There are more pics under the cut...dialup users beware.
Lawrence Kansas 22 Years Ago
Mary Winchester carried her 4-year-old son Dean into the nursery. She was surprised by how quickly he had adjusted to having a new baby in the house. He seemed to have instantly become accustomed to his role of ‘big brother’. She would hear him saying things like “Don’t put that in you mouth Sam.” and “The water’s just right Mommy…not too hot.” He was growing up so quickly. She couldn’t believe he’d be turning five in just a couple of months. Mary smiled at Dean and gave him a squeeze. “Come on, let’s say goodnight to your sister.”
He leaned over the crib railing to place a kiss on the baby’s forehead. “Good night Sam.”
Mary lowered Dean to the floor and leaned over the railing herself. “Good night, love.” she whispered as she too kissed little Samantha’s forehead.
Mary heard her husband John’s voice coming from the hallway. “Hey, Dean.”
“Daddy!” Dean exclaimed, rushing into his father’s arms.
“Hey buddy!” After Dean’s enthusiastic hug, John took on a faux serious tone. “What d’ya think? Ya think Sammi’s read to toss around a football yet?”
Dean laughed. “No, Daddy.”
“No?” John hugged his son again.
Mary moved past them out into the hallway. “You got him?” she asked.
“I got him.” John reached out to turn off the light. “Sweet dreams, Sam.”
Sam was awakened by the mobile above her crib. It turned slowly as the crescent moon nightlight on the wall flickered on and off. The clock on the nursery wall stopped, and Sam continued watching the mobile.
Back in her room, Mary was awakened by the sound of static on the baby monitor. Amongst the static, she thought she could hear faint crying so she rose to check on the baby. She noticed John wasn’t beside her. He probably fell asleep in the recliner again she thought. John often tried to watch the late news, but he seldom made it through the entire broadcast. She’d go down and wake him up after she checked on Sam. As she entered the nursery she was a bit surprised to see John standing over the crib with his back to her. “John, is she hungry?”
John didn’t turn around, but he shushed her.
“All right.” Mary said as she turned around. She started heading back to her room but noticed the light down the hall flickering. She tapped on it, trying to get it to stop and hoping it wasn’t a wiring problem. Sound from the television drifted up the stairs, so she walked down to turn it off. There was John, asleep in front of the television.
Oh my God! That hadn’t been John standing by the baby’s crib! She raced back up the stairs, heading towards the baby’s room. “Sammi! Sammi!” When she reached the nursery, Mary couldn’t control her scream.
Mary’s screaming woke John. He called her name as he ran up the stairs. “Mary!? Mary! Mary!” When he reached Sam’s room, the door was closed. He threw open the door, scanning the room, but didn’t see his wife. He walked over to Sam’s crib and looked down at her. “Hey Sammi. You okay?”
Something dark dripped onto the sheet next the baby’s head. John touched it and more dripped onto his hand. ‘What…?’ He looked up. Mary was on the ceiling and she was bleeding from a large gash across her stomach. “No! Mary! Mary!”
Suddenly, Mary burst into flames scaring baby Sammi into tears. John came to his senses and picked her up, wrapped in her blanket. He ran down the hall where Dean came running up to him. “Daddy!”
John handed Sam over to Dean. “Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Don’t look back! Now, Dean. Go!”
Dean ran downstairs with Sam as John ran back into Sam’s room to try to get to Mary. “Mary! No!” She was already completely engulfed by the flames. He couldn’t get to her. He couldn’t even see her anymore, but he couldn’t take his eyes from the spot where she had been. It was too late. The fire surged at him causing him to back out of the room. He ran downstairs and out the front door. He caught up with Dean who was looking back at the house and trying to soothe his baby sister. “Don’t cry Sam. It’s okay.”
He scooped them both up as he kept running away from the house. They were just far enough away when what had been Sammi’s nursery exploded.
All John could do was hold his children as the firefighters fought the blaze. Their mother was gone and he didn’t understand any of it. Mary was stuck to the ceiling, and then she just burst into flames. It didn’t make sense. John vowed to himself that he would find out what had happened…what had taken his wife from him and their children. He would dedicate his life to protecting his children and finding the thing that killed their mother.
Stanford University Present Day
Jesse came out of the bedroom pulling on a camo jacket. “Sam! Get a move on would ya? We were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago…Sam! Ya comin’ or what?”
Sam peeked around the corner. Only her head was visible. “Do I have to?”
Her boyfriend of two years smiled broadly. “Yes. It’ll be fun” he insisted. Sam slowly emerged from the bathroom wearing a fitted black shirt and jeans. Jesse frowned. “Where’s your costume?”
Sam scoffed. “You know how I feel about Halloween Jess.”
Jesse brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I know, babe. But I think this is the year that’s gonna turn it around for you.” He leaned down and gave her a swift, tender kiss.
Sam’s mouth slowly turned up into a genuine smile. “You can be pretty convincing G.I.Jesse.”
The Halloween party was definitely not short on alcohol or people in silly costumes. Jesse seemed to be having a great time though, so Sam wasn’t complaining. She also wasn’t sure how many shots Randall had done, but the guy was already having trouble walking straight.
Jesse raised his glass. “So here’s to Sam and her awesome LSAT victory.”
Sam was a bit embarrassed by Jesse’s praise. “All right, all right it’s not that big a deal…”
Jesse interrupted. “She acts all humble, but she scored a 174.”
“Mm.” Randall put down his shot glass. “Is that good?”
“Scary good.” Jesse insisted.
Randall draped an arm across her shoulder. “See there you go, you’re first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want.”
“Actually,” Sam smiled, “I got an interview here…Monday. If it goes okay, I think I’ve got a shot at a full ride next year.”
Jesse covered her hand with his and gave it a squeeze. “Hey it’s gonna go great.”
“It better.”
Randall walked around to the other side of the table. “So, how does it feel to be the wunderkind of your family?”
Sam hesitated. “Ah…they don’t know.”
“Don’t know?” Randall said in astonishment. “I would be gloating! Why not?”
Sam was used to evading discussions about her family. She chose the old standard, “‘Cause we’re not exactly the Bradys.”
Randall laughed. “And my family’s not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?” He was already walking toward the bar as Sam and Jesse both answered “No” in unison.
Jesse turned back to Sam. “Seriously. I’m proud of you and you’re gonna knock ‘em dead on Monday. And you’re gonna get that full ride. I know it.”
“What would I do without you?” Sam teased.
Jesse suddenly took on a serious tone. “How would you like to never have to find that out?”
Sam sobered quickly. “Are you…are you asking-“
Jesse interrupted her before she could say it. “Not here. Let’s step outside where it’s quiet.” Jesse took her hand and led her out to the balcony.
Sam’s hands were shaking, but Jesse seemed completely calm. When he dropped to one knee, she felt like she might fall to the floor with him.
“Sam, I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re beautiful, smart, … and one hell of an arm wrestler.” Sam nearly choked on her laugh as she tried to remember to breathe.
Jesse continued. “I can’t imagine waking up without you there next to me. I want us to always be there for each other…through the good times and the bad. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life without you, Sam. Will you marry me?”
Sam couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. She tugged Jesse to his feet and kissed him as if her very life depended upon it. Jesse broke the kiss first and looked into Sam eyes as he brushed a thumb across her damp cheek. “So, is that a yes?”
Sam laughed. “Yes. It’s most definitely yes.” Jesse grinned as he slipped the engagement ring onto Sam’s finger.
Jesse had been right when he said this Halloween would change everything.
Sam and Jesse had gone straight home to celebrate. Now Sam couldn’t sleep as she kept thinking about how her life was turning out. She laid her head against Jesse’s chest, listening to his slow, deep breaths of sleep. She never dreamed she could have something this perfect...and normal. It was just a matter of time before it all came crumbling down. ‘No!’ she scolded herself. Nothing was going to happen. She and Jesse were in love, and they were getting married. Not right away of course, but the commitment had brought them so much closer together. Jesse had fallen asleep telling her about how perfect their life together would be. Sam tried to relax and go to sleep too. Logically, there was no use worrying that something bad would happen. ‘Logically’ she told herself.
Sam had just drifted off when something woke her. She sat up and Jesse rolled over. Sam was about to tell herself that it was his stirring that had woken her, when she got a strange feeling. She got up and started walking toward the front door to double check the lock. She smiled. She and Jesse had probably forgotten it in their haste to get to the bedroom.
Sam froze. There was someone in the apartment. She could hear the faint creaking of the floorboards. A shadow of a man crossed in front of the window moving through the living room. Sam knew enough self-defense…if she could just catch him off-guard… She came up behind him and used the momentum of his spin to flip him over. He landed with a thud, but was up quicker than she anticipated. Sam aimed as best she could in the dark and went for a larynx blow. The man was faster though and swept her legs out from under her. She landed hard on her back and was quickly pinned to the ground. Sam tried to knee him, but her legs were firmly pinned as well.
“Whoa, easy tiger.”
Wait. Sam knew that voice…”Dean?”
Dean laughed and loosened his hold but didn’t get up.
Sam was breathing heavily. “You scared the crap out of me!”
“That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice.” Sam could hear the smile in his voice…the smug bastard. She quickly flipped them over so that she had Dean pinned to the floor.
Dean laughed again. “Or not… Get off me.”
They got to their feet and Sam stared at her brother. “Dean, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Well I was looking for a beer.” Typical Dean. Sam however, was in no mood for games…what with the physical attack and all…
“What. The. Hell. Are you doing here?”
“Okay, all right. We gotta talk.”
“Uh, the phone?”
“If I’d have called, would you have picked up?”
“Sam?” The commotion had finally roused Jesse who turned on a lamp as he entered the room.
“Jesse, hey.” Sam hesitated. “Dean, this is my fiancé Jesse.”
Jesse smiled. “Wait, your brother Dean?”
Sam didn’t have a chance to reply before Dean asked her a question of his own. “Did you say fiancé?”
Sam was already beginning to flounder. It had been almost four years since she had seen her brother. Yet here he was, same ol’ Dean, putting her on the defensive without even trying. Jesse came to Sam’s rescue. “Well, we haven’t told anyone yet. Actually, I just asked her tonight.”
Dean eyed Jesse for a moment before turning back to Sam. “I’m sure I woulda been first on the list to call, right Sammi?” The awkwardness was palpable. It was Dean who finally broke the silence as he turned back toward Jesse. “Anyway. I gotta borrow your girlfriend here. Talk about some private family business, but, uh, nice meeting you…”
Jesse accepted Dean’s offered hand. “Jesse.”
Sam walked over and stood next to Jesse. “No. No, whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of him.”
Dean looked a bit surprised. “Okay… Um…Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”
“So he’s working over-time on a Miller Time-shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”
Dean stared intently at Sam. “Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean’s emphasis on the word hunting made his true meaning obvious to Sam.
Sam turned to Jesse. “Jess, excuse us. I’ll be right back.” She kissed Jesse’s cheek before following Dean outside.
Dean glanced at his sister and said casually."So, you're living with this guy."
Sam ignored him. “Dean, come on. You can’t just break in…in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.”
“You’re not hearing me Sammi. Dad’s missing. I need you to help me find him.”
“You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the Devil’s Gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He’s always missing and he’s always fine.”
"Not for this long. Now, are you gonna come with me or not?”
Sam instinctively crossed her arms and raised her chin obstinately. “I’m not.”
Dean wasn’t quite sure if he was irritated or amused that her stubborn streak hadn’t changed. “Why not?”
“I swore I was done hunting, for good.”
“Come on, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad.”
“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45.”
Dean looked surprised. “Well what was he supposed to do?”
“I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say ‘Don’t be afraid of the dark.’ “
“Don’t be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me?!” Dean’s ire was now apparent. “Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!”
“Yeah I know, but still…the way we grew up after Mom was killed, and Dad’s obsession to find the thing that killed her. But he still hasn’t found the damn thing, so he kills everything he can find.”
“We save a lot of people doing it, too.” Dean reasoned.
“You think Mom would have wanted this for us?” Dean gave Sam an irritated look and walked over to his black ‘67 Impala. Sam followed. “The weapons training? And melting the silver into bullets…? Dean, we were raised like warriors.”
Dean turned back around to face her. “So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?”
“No. Not normal. Safe.”
Dean scoffed. “And that’s why you ran away?”
“I was just going to college.” Sam countered. “It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that’s what I’m doing.”
“Yeah well, Dad’s in real trouble, if he’s not dead already. I can feel it. I can’t do this alone.”
Sam could tell saying that last part had been hard for Dean, but she didn’t stop herself from saying the obvious anyway. “Yes, you can.”
“Yeah. Well. I don’t want to.” Dean was conceding what he considered a personal weakness. He was really worried.
Sam sighed as her resolve started to crumble. “What was he hunting?”
Dean opened the trunk of his car and lifted the top of the spare tire reservoir where he stored his weapons and supplies. “All right, let’s see. Where the hell did I put that thing?”
Sam leaned against the car as she watched Dean dig through the trunk. “So when Dad left, why didn’t you go with him?”
“I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans.”
Sam almost laughed. “Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?”
Dean looked offended. “I’m 26, Sam.” Dean found the folder he was looking for and pulled out a paper. “All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy-“ He pulled out a newspaper clipping and handed it to Sam. “-they found his car but he’d vanished, completely M.I.A.”
“So maybe he was kidnapped.”
“Yeah well, here’s another one in April…” He placed each article on top of the other. “…another one in December ’04, ’03, ’98, ’92. Ten of them over the past 20 years, all men, all same 5-mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn’t heard from him since, which is bad enough.” Dean took out a mini tape recorder. “Then I get this voicemail yesterday.”
Sam could barely make out her father’s voice through the static. “Dean, something is starting to happen, I think it’s serious. I need to try to figure out what’s going on … Be very careful Dean, we’re all in danger.”
“You know there’s EVP on that?“
“Not bad, Sammi. Kind of like riding a bike isn’t it? All right. I slowed the message down, and ran it through a Gold Wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.”
Dean replayed the message. This time there was a woman’s voice. “I can never go home.”
“Never go home.” Sam thought she knew how the woman felt.
Dean threw the recorder back into the trunk of his car and shut it. “You know in almost four years I’ve never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing.”
Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, Dean was still staring back at her. ”All right. I’ll go. I’ll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.” She started to go back inside, but Dean’s voice stopped her.
“What’s first thing Monday?”
“I have this…” Sam wasn’t even sure why she was hesitant to tell him. “I have an interview.”
“What, a job interview? Skip it.”
“It’s a law school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate.”
“Law school?” Dean smirked.
Sam stared him down. “So we got a deal or not?”
Back inside Sam started packing a bag. She loaded it with the handful of weapons she had never been able bring herself to get rid of. Part of her always knew she might need them again one day. Jesse walked in just as she got the last one safely tucked away underneath some clothes.
“Wait, you’re leaving? Is this about your dad? Is he all right?”
“Yeah, you know. Just a little family drama.” Sam was trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing, but she had a feeling Jesse could see right through the act.
“But your brother said he was on some kind of a hunting trip.”
“Yeah, he’s just deer hunting up at the cabin and he’s probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. We’re just gonna go bring him back.”
“What about the interview?”
“I’ll make the interview. Don’t worry. This is only for a couple of days.” Sam continued packing some clothes.
“Sam, I mean, please, just stop for a second.” He stilled her hands and made her look at him. “You sure you’re okay?”
Sam swallowed and smiled. “I’m fine.”
“I could go with you if you want…”
Sam visibly jumped. “No.” She calmed herself before continuing. “This is something Dean and I have to do alone. You understand, right?”
Jesse turned away. “It’s just…you won’t even talk about your family and now you’re taking off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend with them?” He turned back around. “And with Monday coming up, which is a big deal...”
Sam walked over to him and put her arms around his waist, bringing her body flush against his and looking up at him. “Hey, everything’s gonna be okay. I will be back in time. I promise.” She pulled him down for a long kiss.
"Now, I've gotta go." Sam grabbed her bags and headed out the door.
Jesse shouted after her, “At least tell me where you’re going.”
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