Girl!Sam update
It's been a long time since I've posted any girl!Sam and that's because I've been really struggling with the episode Home. I've finally decided to give it up and post what I've done so far and be done with it. I added some bullet notes when I skipped large sections of the story. Here goes nothing...
Title: Girl!Sam series Season 1 Episode 9 (Home)
Author: Jen aka
jayneslilsis
Pairs: None
Characters: Dean & Sammi
Spoilers: Season1 Ep 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing...no infringement intended :)
It was mid-morning in their current shitty motel room. To be honest, it wasn’t the worst place they’d ever stayed, but it was far from the Four Seasons. Dean had commandeered the laptop while Sam sat on her bed, presumably doodling on the motel stationary.
“All right. I’ve been cruisin’ some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali -- its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas.” He paused when there was no response from his sister. “Hey.” Sam glanced up from her notepad. “Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?”
“No. I’m listening.” She turned her attention back to the drawing. “Keep going.”
Dean gave her an irritated look which she didn’t notice since she really wasn’t paying attention. “And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times.” He waved his hand about at his side trying to get Sam’s attention. “Is none of this worthy of your precious time, sweetheart?”
Sam laid down the pen and sat up, contemplating her picture and completely ignoring her brother’s sarcastic question. “Wait. I’ve seen this.”
“Seen what?” Dean asked as Sam jumped up and began rummaging through the duffel bag. “What are you doing?”
She found what she was looking for in Dad’s journal. It was an old photo of their family from when she was a baby. There were all four of them standing in front of their house. Mom was holding her in her arms, and she couldn’t have been more than a couple months old. Dad and Dean were both smiling…they looked so happy…so normal. She compared the tree in the picture to her drawing. That was it. “Dean, I know where we have to go next.”
“Where?”
“Back home -- back to Kansas.”
“Okay, random. Where’d that come from?”
Sam held the photo up to Dean. “All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?”
“Yeah.”
“And it didn’t burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?”
“I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Dean asked.
“Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but…” Sam took a breath and considered her next words. “The people who live in our old house -- I think they might be in danger.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Uh…it’s just, um….look, just trust me on this, okay?”
She walked over to the bed and began packing, but Dean followed her. “Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?”
“Yeah.”
“Come on, Sam, that’s weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that.”
“I can’t really explain it is all.” It was a half-truth, but she was actually afraid of what Dean’s reaction would be when she did try to explain it.
“Well, tough.” Dean exclaimed. “I’m not goin’ anywhere until you do.”
Sam sighed as her brother waited expectantly. How was she going to do this without him totally freaking out?
“I have these nightmares.” She started slowly.
Dean nodded. “I’ve noticed.”
Sam considered her next words carefully. “And sometimes….they come true.”
Dean’s stunned expression told Sam that was the last thing he’d been expecting. “Come again?”
“Look, Dean.” Sam’s throat went dry as images of fire and blood flashed through her mind. “I dreamt about Jesse’s death -- for days before it happened.
“Sam, people have weird dreams.” He rationalized. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”
“No.” Sam stated softly. Dean didn’t understand. He couldn’t. She had dreamt it and then seen it with her own eyes and sometimes, she was sure the lines between memory and nightmare blurred. “I dreamt about the blood dripping, him on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn’t do anything about it because I didn’t believe it.”
Sam saw the alarm in her brother’s eyes, but she continued, determined to make him understand why they had to go to Lawrence. “And now, I’m dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that’s where it all started, this has to mean something, right?”
Dean was overwhelmed. “I don’t know.”
Sam sat down across from her brother. “What do you mean you don’t know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jesse!”
“All right, just slow down, would ya?” He stood up and turned away from his sister’s pleading eyes. He didn’t turn back around until he had the motel bed between them, as if it held some sort of protective power. “I mean, first you tell me that you’ve got ‘the Shining’? And then you tell me that I’ve gotta go back home? Especially when… “
“When what?” Sam urged gently.
Dean swallowed the lump forming in his throat and forced himself to look Sam in the eye. “When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?”
Sam had never seen that look on her brother’s face before. She’d seen fear and she’d seen grief, but never both at the same time, and it broke her heart to say what she did next, but she didn’t have a choice. “Look, Dean, we have to check this out…Just to make sure.” She added softly.
“I know we do.”
Sam didn't miss the quiet dread in her brother’s voice. Part of her wished she hadn’t even brought up the dream, but another part of her screamed that this could be what they had trained for their whole lives. She might be able to avenge Jesse and the mother she never even got the chance to know. That part of her was louder and more forceful, and she didn’t have the will to temper it, even for her brother’s sake.
· Dean and Sam began their investigation with their old house and met Jenny and her children, the latest occupants
· Jenny mentioned problems with the house causing Dean and Sam to suspect something paranormal was in the house
· I didn’t even attempt to rewrite the “I need you” scene at the gas station…Jensen conveyed so much emotion in that scene that I couldn’t bring myself to even take a stab at it
· They found John’s old partner at his auto shop and questioned him about what happened to John’s family all those years ago
Sam could read Dean well enough to see he was dangerously close to snapping. The stress of being in Lawrence was obviously making him even more quick tempered than usual. She tried to redirect the investigation before things got out of hand. “Did you ever see him again?”
“No.” Billy sighed. “But ya know, I still think of him from time to time. I just hope he got himself well.”
Dean was practically vibrating with anger. “Yeah, well, maybe he was never sick.” He spat. “Maybe you should’ve stood by your friend.”
Sam put a hand on her brother’s shoulder to try and rein him in. “Thank you for your time. You’ve been very helpful. Have a good day.” She nudged Dean toward the car, and he grudgingly turned away, muttering something about idiotic mechanics and their damned noses.
· Dean & Sam found Missouri
· Missouri insulted Dean unnecessarily ;p
· Missouri convinced Jenny to let them check out the house
· They went back to Missouri’s house to gather the necessary ingredients for a cleansing ritual
· Missouri managed to convince Jenny to leave them alone for a couple of hours to cleanse the house
With Missouri’s special pouches and instructions, Sam and Dean followed her into Jenny’s house. Jenny had taken her kids out to a movie, and the plan was to place the pouches at specific places inside the walls of the house in order to cleanse it of the poltergeist that had been tormenting the poor woman and her children.
Once inside, Sam made her way to Jenny’s bedroom on the second floor. She kneeled down by the wall and began using the claw of a hammer to make a small hole in the drywall.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Dean had already punched a hole in the wall above the countertop with a small ax. Behind him, the knife drawer silently opened on its own.
In the basement, Missouri looked around. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched and it had her worried. She brought her bag of herbs to a hole that was already in the wall. There was a noise and she turned around to see an old table hurdling towards her. She screamed as it pinned her against the wall, herb pouch still in hand.
Back in the kitchen, Dean heard the sound of metal against metal and turned around just in time to duck as a knife embedded itself in the cabinet above his head. He flipped the kitchen table in front of him as more knives flew from the open drawer.
Upstairs, Sam was still chopping a hole in the wall, trying to do as little damage as possible. Unbeknownst to her, a lamp on the other side of the room unplugged itself from the wall, the electric cord silently snaking its way towards her. Once the cord ran out of slack, it pulled the lamp crashing to the floor. Sam spun around at the sound, but the cord was already within striking distance, and it wrapped itself around her neck. It knocked her to the floor as she pulled ineffectually at the tightening cable.
Dean, having heard the crash, barreled up the stairs and into the room to find Sam on the floor, grasping at the cord. “Sam!” He slid to his knees at her side and tried to pry the cord from her neck, but it wasn’t budging. He quickly abandoned the futile attempt and kicked the hole Sam had been working on until it was big enough to get the bag inside. Once the pouch was in the wall, a flash of white light filled the room and then, just as quickly, was gone.
“Sammi!” Dean rushed back over to his sister, lying unconscious on the floor. He unwound the now slack cord from Sam’s neck and pulled her into a fierce hug. “Thank God.” He whispered as she began gasping for air. Dean resisted the urge to hold on and allowed Sam to lean back as she tried to regain control of her breathing. She batted his hand away when he attempted to examine the angry red marks on her neck. He was sure they were going to turn into some nice purple bruises by the look of them. He brushed her hair back off her shoulder to get a better look and this time she didn’t push him away. “You okay?” He asked, steadying hand on her shoulder.
Sam nodded, still unable to speak, but she had stopped gasping for air and her breathing was starting to even out. There was an awkward silence where Dean gripped her shoulder a little harder, as if he really didn’t believe she was okay. Sam swallowed and cleared her throat before attempting to speak. “Dean. ‘M okay. Really.” She had forced her voice, but it was worth it when she saw Dean visibly relax.
He pushed himself to his feet and reached down to pull her up. “Letting a killer lamp sneak up on you, Sam? Doesn’t sound too psychic to me…”
Sam let go of his hand and stuck out her tongue in response before turning on her heel and walking away.
Dean clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me, Sammi.”
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Dean and Sam were sitting in the Impala outside Jenny’s house. “All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin’ here?” Dean asked.
Sam looked from him to the house. “I don’t know. I just…I still have a bad feeling.”
“Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over.” Dean rationalized.
“Yeah, well, probably.” She conceded. “But I just wanna make sure, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now.” He grumbled as he slid down in his seat and closed his eyes.
Sam looked up at Jenny’s bedroom window to see the young mother silently screaming and banging on the window, just as she had in her dream. “Dean. Look, Dean!”
They jumped out of the car and ran towards the house. As they reached the front door Dean captured Sam’s arm to get her attention. “You grab the kids, I’ll get Jenny.” He’d be damned if those kids were going to lose their mother.
Dean took the stairs two at a time and skidded to a halt in front of Jenny’s bedroom door. “Jenny!”
Her answer came back muffled from the other side. “I can’t open the door!”
“Stand back!” Dean kicked open the door and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the stairs.
Jenny tried to wrest her hand from his grasp. “No, my kids!”
“Sam’s got the kids.” Dean assured her. “Come on.”
While carrying Richie in her arms, Sam ran into Sari’s bedroom, where she found the little girl screaming for help as a fiery figure emerged from the open closet. She grabbed Sari’s hand and led her toward the door, shielding the frightened little girl with her body. “Don’t look!”
Sam rushed down the stairs and put Richie down next to Sari. “All right, Sari. Take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don’t look back.” Suddenly, Sam’s feet were yanked out from under her, and she was dragged on her stomach down the hallway, crashing into a side table. “Run!” She ordered the frightened little girl as she clawed at the floor.
Sari screamed and ran outside, pulling Richie behind her. Dean kneeled down to the little girl’s level. “Sari, where’s Sam?” Dean asked, worry making his voice tight.
“She’s inside.” Sari cried. “Something’s got her.”
Panicked, Dean looked up at the front door as it slammed shut. With barely a moment’s thought, he ran over to the Impala and grabbed a shotgun and an ax. After checking the front door and finding it locked, he began chopping away at it.
Inside the kitchen, Sam was flung onto the counter top and then slammed against the cabinets, before falling to the floor in a heap. She pulled herself to her feet, but was immediately pinned against the wall. She couldn’t move. The fiery figure appeared and began walking slowly towards her.
Dean was still working on the front door, but he quickly made a hole big enough to fit though. He ran down the front hallway. “Sam? Sam!” He tore into the kitchen to find Sam against the far wall staring in fear at something across the room. He followed her gaze to the fiery figure and he immediately raised his gun, stepping between the entity and his sister.
“No, don’t! Don’t!”
Sam’s strangled cry stopped him in his tracks and he glanced at her, careful to keep an eye on the figure and his gun at the ready. “What, why?!”
“Because I know who it is.” Sam’s voice broke with the weight of her emotion. “I can see her now.”
Suddenly, the fire appeared to blow out. In its place, standing in front of them was Mary Winchester, exactly as she had looked the night she died.
In shock, Dean lowered his gun slowly. “Mom?” Mary smiled and stepped closer to him.
“Dean.” Tears welled in Dean’s eyes. There was so much more in that one word than just his name. She was somehow able to convey her love for him as only a mother could.
Their brief moment was broken as Mary walked past him and over to Sam, but Dean’s eyes followed her as she moved, never leaving her form. He didn’t dare look away for fear he was imagining it all.
“Samantha.” Sam smiled weakly, tears rolling unchecked down her cheeks. As far as she could remember, she was hearing her mother’s voice for the first time, and it was just as Dean had described it. Warm, soothing, and full of love. Mary’s affectionate smile faded to a frown of regret. “I’m sorry.”
Sam’s forehead furrowed in confusion. “For what?”
Her mother looked at her sadly, but left the question hanging in the thick air. She walked away from them both and looked up at the ceiling, speaking to the evil entity that had been tormenting Jenny and her children. “You, get out of my house.” She ordered. “And let go of my daughter.” Once again, she burst into flames. When she was entirely engulfed, the fire rose to the ceiling before vanishing as if it had been sucked into the ceiling beams.
The evil, unseen force holding Sam against the wall released her and she stumbled, but managed to keep her balance. She walked over to Dean who was still staring at the spot where their mother had turned and faced down the poltergeist. He turned to face her, the shock of what had just happened still apparent on his face. Sam took the shotgun from her brother’s loosened grip. “Now it’s over.” She said gently.
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The next morning, Dean was standing by the car with Jenny, looking through some old family photos she’s found in the basement. He ran his fingers over the picture of him holding a baby Sammi. His mom had taken that picture. He remembered her telling him to hold his baby sister up for the picture. "Smile big for Mommy, Sweetie." He remembered like it was just yesterday. “Thanks for these.”
Jenny smiled warmly. “Don’t thank me, they’re yours.” Dean smiled back as he put the box of photos into the car.
Sitting on the front steps of the house, Sam was joined by Missouri. “Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure.” She declared.
“Not even my mom?” Sam asked, uncertain what she wanted the answer to be.
Missouri’s heart ached at the brokenness in Sam’s voice. “No.” she answered softly.
Sam kept running the events through her head, trying to make sense of it all. “What happened?”
Missouri paused a moment and considered her words. “Your mom’s spirit and the poltergeist’s energy, they cancelled each other out.” She hesitated a moment before continuing. “Your mom sacrificed herself goin’ after the thing.”
“Why would she do something like that?” Sam asked, incredulous.
“Well, to protect her babies, of course.” Missouri said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sam nodded, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes. Missouri went to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but stopped herself, aware that even that simple act of sympathy might push the girl over the edge on which she was teetering. “Sam, I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Sam realized as soon as she said the words that it was an echo of the question she’d asked her mother.
“You sensed it was here, didn’t you? Even when I couldn’t.” Missouri explained.
Sam struggled to keep the pleading from her voice. “What’s happening to me?”
Missouri empathized with the girl. “I know I should have all the answers, but I don’t know.”
Dean called over to her, effectively ending the conversation. “Sam, you ready?”
Sam nodded and pushed herself up off the steps. Everyone said their goodbyes and she and Dean pulled away from the curb, heading out of town. But something in the back of her mind was bothering her. She could feel that everything with the house was over. She could feel the finality when her mother confronted the spirit, but something was still strange, and Sam just couldn’t classify it in her head. She didn’t mention anything to Dean, because honestly, what would she say? It wasn’t a “bad feeling” like she’d had the night before and insisted they watch over Jenny and her family. This feeling was strange and familiar at the same time. It was almost like a song she’d heard before, but couldn’t remember where or when. The further they drove, the less the feeling bothered her, until finally she’d forgotten about it completely.
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Missouri sighed as she walked through her front door and set her purse on the side table. “That girl…she has such powerful abilities. But why she couldn’t sense her own father, I have no idea.” She looked over at the man sitting on her living room sofa.
John didn’t look up from his hands and didn’t bother with the formalities of hello. “Mary’s spirit -- do you really think she saved the kids?”
“I do.” John nodded sadly and twisted his wedding ring on his finger. “John Winchester, I could just slap you. Why won’t you go talk to your children?”
John’s voice faltered as he held his emotions in check. “I want to. You have no idea how much I wanna see ‘em. But I can’t. Not yet. Not until I know the truth.”
Missouri could sense how close the man was to breaking down, so she didn’t push the issue for moment, but one way or another she was gonna convince the stubborn fool that keeping his children in the dark wasn’t the way to protect them from the darkness.
The rest of my girl!Sam series can be found here
Next: Asylum
Title: Girl!Sam series Season 1 Episode 9 (Home)
Author: Jen aka
jayneslilsis
Pairs: None
Characters: Dean & Sammi
Spoilers: Season1 Ep 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing...no infringement intended :)
It was mid-morning in their current shitty motel room. To be honest, it wasn’t the worst place they’d ever stayed, but it was far from the Four Seasons. Dean had commandeered the laptop while Sam sat on her bed, presumably doodling on the motel stationary.
“All right. I’ve been cruisin’ some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali -- its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas.” He paused when there was no response from his sister. “Hey.” Sam glanced up from her notepad. “Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?”
“No. I’m listening.” She turned her attention back to the drawing. “Keep going.”
Dean gave her an irritated look which she didn’t notice since she really wasn’t paying attention. “And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times.” He waved his hand about at his side trying to get Sam’s attention. “Is none of this worthy of your precious time, sweetheart?”
Sam laid down the pen and sat up, contemplating her picture and completely ignoring her brother’s sarcastic question. “Wait. I’ve seen this.”
“Seen what?” Dean asked as Sam jumped up and began rummaging through the duffel bag. “What are you doing?”
She found what she was looking for in Dad’s journal. It was an old photo of their family from when she was a baby. There were all four of them standing in front of their house. Mom was holding her in her arms, and she couldn’t have been more than a couple months old. Dad and Dean were both smiling…they looked so happy…so normal. She compared the tree in the picture to her drawing. That was it. “Dean, I know where we have to go next.”
“Where?”
“Back home -- back to Kansas.”
“Okay, random. Where’d that come from?”
Sam held the photo up to Dean. “All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?”
“Yeah.”
“And it didn’t burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?”
“I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Dean asked.
“Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but…” Sam took a breath and considered her next words. “The people who live in our old house -- I think they might be in danger.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Uh…it’s just, um….look, just trust me on this, okay?”
She walked over to the bed and began packing, but Dean followed her. “Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?”
“Yeah.”
“Come on, Sam, that’s weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that.”
“I can’t really explain it is all.” It was a half-truth, but she was actually afraid of what Dean’s reaction would be when she did try to explain it.
“Well, tough.” Dean exclaimed. “I’m not goin’ anywhere until you do.”
Sam sighed as her brother waited expectantly. How was she going to do this without him totally freaking out?
“I have these nightmares.” She started slowly.
Dean nodded. “I’ve noticed.”
Sam considered her next words carefully. “And sometimes….they come true.”
Dean’s stunned expression told Sam that was the last thing he’d been expecting. “Come again?”
“Look, Dean.” Sam’s throat went dry as images of fire and blood flashed through her mind. “I dreamt about Jesse’s death -- for days before it happened.
“Sam, people have weird dreams.” He rationalized. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”
“No.” Sam stated softly. Dean didn’t understand. He couldn’t. She had dreamt it and then seen it with her own eyes and sometimes, she was sure the lines between memory and nightmare blurred. “I dreamt about the blood dripping, him on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn’t do anything about it because I didn’t believe it.”
Sam saw the alarm in her brother’s eyes, but she continued, determined to make him understand why they had to go to Lawrence. “And now, I’m dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that’s where it all started, this has to mean something, right?”
Dean was overwhelmed. “I don’t know.”
Sam sat down across from her brother. “What do you mean you don’t know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jesse!”
“All right, just slow down, would ya?” He stood up and turned away from his sister’s pleading eyes. He didn’t turn back around until he had the motel bed between them, as if it held some sort of protective power. “I mean, first you tell me that you’ve got ‘the Shining’? And then you tell me that I’ve gotta go back home? Especially when… “
“When what?” Sam urged gently.
Dean swallowed the lump forming in his throat and forced himself to look Sam in the eye. “When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?”
Sam had never seen that look on her brother’s face before. She’d seen fear and she’d seen grief, but never both at the same time, and it broke her heart to say what she did next, but she didn’t have a choice. “Look, Dean, we have to check this out…Just to make sure.” She added softly.
“I know we do.”
Sam didn't miss the quiet dread in her brother’s voice. Part of her wished she hadn’t even brought up the dream, but another part of her screamed that this could be what they had trained for their whole lives. She might be able to avenge Jesse and the mother she never even got the chance to know. That part of her was louder and more forceful, and she didn’t have the will to temper it, even for her brother’s sake.
· Dean and Sam began their investigation with their old house and met Jenny and her children, the latest occupants
· Jenny mentioned problems with the house causing Dean and Sam to suspect something paranormal was in the house
· I didn’t even attempt to rewrite the “I need you” scene at the gas station…Jensen conveyed so much emotion in that scene that I couldn’t bring myself to even take a stab at it
· They found John’s old partner at his auto shop and questioned him about what happened to John’s family all those years ago
Sam could read Dean well enough to see he was dangerously close to snapping. The stress of being in Lawrence was obviously making him even more quick tempered than usual. She tried to redirect the investigation before things got out of hand. “Did you ever see him again?”
“No.” Billy sighed. “But ya know, I still think of him from time to time. I just hope he got himself well.”
Dean was practically vibrating with anger. “Yeah, well, maybe he was never sick.” He spat. “Maybe you should’ve stood by your friend.”
Sam put a hand on her brother’s shoulder to try and rein him in. “Thank you for your time. You’ve been very helpful. Have a good day.” She nudged Dean toward the car, and he grudgingly turned away, muttering something about idiotic mechanics and their damned noses.
· Dean & Sam found Missouri
· Missouri insulted Dean unnecessarily ;p
· Missouri convinced Jenny to let them check out the house
· They went back to Missouri’s house to gather the necessary ingredients for a cleansing ritual
· Missouri managed to convince Jenny to leave them alone for a couple of hours to cleanse the house
With Missouri’s special pouches and instructions, Sam and Dean followed her into Jenny’s house. Jenny had taken her kids out to a movie, and the plan was to place the pouches at specific places inside the walls of the house in order to cleanse it of the poltergeist that had been tormenting the poor woman and her children.
Once inside, Sam made her way to Jenny’s bedroom on the second floor. She kneeled down by the wall and began using the claw of a hammer to make a small hole in the drywall.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Dean had already punched a hole in the wall above the countertop with a small ax. Behind him, the knife drawer silently opened on its own.
In the basement, Missouri looked around. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched and it had her worried. She brought her bag of herbs to a hole that was already in the wall. There was a noise and she turned around to see an old table hurdling towards her. She screamed as it pinned her against the wall, herb pouch still in hand.
Back in the kitchen, Dean heard the sound of metal against metal and turned around just in time to duck as a knife embedded itself in the cabinet above his head. He flipped the kitchen table in front of him as more knives flew from the open drawer.
Upstairs, Sam was still chopping a hole in the wall, trying to do as little damage as possible. Unbeknownst to her, a lamp on the other side of the room unplugged itself from the wall, the electric cord silently snaking its way towards her. Once the cord ran out of slack, it pulled the lamp crashing to the floor. Sam spun around at the sound, but the cord was already within striking distance, and it wrapped itself around her neck. It knocked her to the floor as she pulled ineffectually at the tightening cable.
Dean, having heard the crash, barreled up the stairs and into the room to find Sam on the floor, grasping at the cord. “Sam!” He slid to his knees at her side and tried to pry the cord from her neck, but it wasn’t budging. He quickly abandoned the futile attempt and kicked the hole Sam had been working on until it was big enough to get the bag inside. Once the pouch was in the wall, a flash of white light filled the room and then, just as quickly, was gone.
“Sammi!” Dean rushed back over to his sister, lying unconscious on the floor. He unwound the now slack cord from Sam’s neck and pulled her into a fierce hug. “Thank God.” He whispered as she began gasping for air. Dean resisted the urge to hold on and allowed Sam to lean back as she tried to regain control of her breathing. She batted his hand away when he attempted to examine the angry red marks on her neck. He was sure they were going to turn into some nice purple bruises by the look of them. He brushed her hair back off her shoulder to get a better look and this time she didn’t push him away. “You okay?” He asked, steadying hand on her shoulder.
Sam nodded, still unable to speak, but she had stopped gasping for air and her breathing was starting to even out. There was an awkward silence where Dean gripped her shoulder a little harder, as if he really didn’t believe she was okay. Sam swallowed and cleared her throat before attempting to speak. “Dean. ‘M okay. Really.” She had forced her voice, but it was worth it when she saw Dean visibly relax.
He pushed himself to his feet and reached down to pull her up. “Letting a killer lamp sneak up on you, Sam? Doesn’t sound too psychic to me…”
Sam let go of his hand and stuck out her tongue in response before turning on her heel and walking away.
Dean clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me, Sammi.”
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Dean and Sam were sitting in the Impala outside Jenny’s house. “All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin’ here?” Dean asked.
Sam looked from him to the house. “I don’t know. I just…I still have a bad feeling.”
“Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over.” Dean rationalized.
“Yeah, well, probably.” She conceded. “But I just wanna make sure, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now.” He grumbled as he slid down in his seat and closed his eyes.
Sam looked up at Jenny’s bedroom window to see the young mother silently screaming and banging on the window, just as she had in her dream. “Dean. Look, Dean!”
They jumped out of the car and ran towards the house. As they reached the front door Dean captured Sam’s arm to get her attention. “You grab the kids, I’ll get Jenny.” He’d be damned if those kids were going to lose their mother.
Dean took the stairs two at a time and skidded to a halt in front of Jenny’s bedroom door. “Jenny!”
Her answer came back muffled from the other side. “I can’t open the door!”
“Stand back!” Dean kicked open the door and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the stairs.
Jenny tried to wrest her hand from his grasp. “No, my kids!”
“Sam’s got the kids.” Dean assured her. “Come on.”
While carrying Richie in her arms, Sam ran into Sari’s bedroom, where she found the little girl screaming for help as a fiery figure emerged from the open closet. She grabbed Sari’s hand and led her toward the door, shielding the frightened little girl with her body. “Don’t look!”
Sam rushed down the stairs and put Richie down next to Sari. “All right, Sari. Take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don’t look back.” Suddenly, Sam’s feet were yanked out from under her, and she was dragged on her stomach down the hallway, crashing into a side table. “Run!” She ordered the frightened little girl as she clawed at the floor.
Sari screamed and ran outside, pulling Richie behind her. Dean kneeled down to the little girl’s level. “Sari, where’s Sam?” Dean asked, worry making his voice tight.
“She’s inside.” Sari cried. “Something’s got her.”
Panicked, Dean looked up at the front door as it slammed shut. With barely a moment’s thought, he ran over to the Impala and grabbed a shotgun and an ax. After checking the front door and finding it locked, he began chopping away at it.
Inside the kitchen, Sam was flung onto the counter top and then slammed against the cabinets, before falling to the floor in a heap. She pulled herself to her feet, but was immediately pinned against the wall. She couldn’t move. The fiery figure appeared and began walking slowly towards her.
Dean was still working on the front door, but he quickly made a hole big enough to fit though. He ran down the front hallway. “Sam? Sam!” He tore into the kitchen to find Sam against the far wall staring in fear at something across the room. He followed her gaze to the fiery figure and he immediately raised his gun, stepping between the entity and his sister.
“No, don’t! Don’t!”
Sam’s strangled cry stopped him in his tracks and he glanced at her, careful to keep an eye on the figure and his gun at the ready. “What, why?!”
“Because I know who it is.” Sam’s voice broke with the weight of her emotion. “I can see her now.”
Suddenly, the fire appeared to blow out. In its place, standing in front of them was Mary Winchester, exactly as she had looked the night she died.
In shock, Dean lowered his gun slowly. “Mom?” Mary smiled and stepped closer to him.
“Dean.” Tears welled in Dean’s eyes. There was so much more in that one word than just his name. She was somehow able to convey her love for him as only a mother could.
Their brief moment was broken as Mary walked past him and over to Sam, but Dean’s eyes followed her as she moved, never leaving her form. He didn’t dare look away for fear he was imagining it all.
“Samantha.” Sam smiled weakly, tears rolling unchecked down her cheeks. As far as she could remember, she was hearing her mother’s voice for the first time, and it was just as Dean had described it. Warm, soothing, and full of love. Mary’s affectionate smile faded to a frown of regret. “I’m sorry.”
Sam’s forehead furrowed in confusion. “For what?”
Her mother looked at her sadly, but left the question hanging in the thick air. She walked away from them both and looked up at the ceiling, speaking to the evil entity that had been tormenting Jenny and her children. “You, get out of my house.” She ordered. “And let go of my daughter.” Once again, she burst into flames. When she was entirely engulfed, the fire rose to the ceiling before vanishing as if it had been sucked into the ceiling beams.
The evil, unseen force holding Sam against the wall released her and she stumbled, but managed to keep her balance. She walked over to Dean who was still staring at the spot where their mother had turned and faced down the poltergeist. He turned to face her, the shock of what had just happened still apparent on his face. Sam took the shotgun from her brother’s loosened grip. “Now it’s over.” She said gently.
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The next morning, Dean was standing by the car with Jenny, looking through some old family photos she’s found in the basement. He ran his fingers over the picture of him holding a baby Sammi. His mom had taken that picture. He remembered her telling him to hold his baby sister up for the picture. "Smile big for Mommy, Sweetie." He remembered like it was just yesterday. “Thanks for these.”
Jenny smiled warmly. “Don’t thank me, they’re yours.” Dean smiled back as he put the box of photos into the car.
Sitting on the front steps of the house, Sam was joined by Missouri. “Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure.” She declared.
“Not even my mom?” Sam asked, uncertain what she wanted the answer to be.
Missouri’s heart ached at the brokenness in Sam’s voice. “No.” she answered softly.
Sam kept running the events through her head, trying to make sense of it all. “What happened?”
Missouri paused a moment and considered her words. “Your mom’s spirit and the poltergeist’s energy, they cancelled each other out.” She hesitated a moment before continuing. “Your mom sacrificed herself goin’ after the thing.”
“Why would she do something like that?” Sam asked, incredulous.
“Well, to protect her babies, of course.” Missouri said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sam nodded, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes. Missouri went to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but stopped herself, aware that even that simple act of sympathy might push the girl over the edge on which she was teetering. “Sam, I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Sam realized as soon as she said the words that it was an echo of the question she’d asked her mother.
“You sensed it was here, didn’t you? Even when I couldn’t.” Missouri explained.
Sam struggled to keep the pleading from her voice. “What’s happening to me?”
Missouri empathized with the girl. “I know I should have all the answers, but I don’t know.”
Dean called over to her, effectively ending the conversation. “Sam, you ready?”
Sam nodded and pushed herself up off the steps. Everyone said their goodbyes and she and Dean pulled away from the curb, heading out of town. But something in the back of her mind was bothering her. She could feel that everything with the house was over. She could feel the finality when her mother confronted the spirit, but something was still strange, and Sam just couldn’t classify it in her head. She didn’t mention anything to Dean, because honestly, what would she say? It wasn’t a “bad feeling” like she’d had the night before and insisted they watch over Jenny and her family. This feeling was strange and familiar at the same time. It was almost like a song she’d heard before, but couldn’t remember where or when. The further they drove, the less the feeling bothered her, until finally she’d forgotten about it completely.
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Missouri sighed as she walked through her front door and set her purse on the side table. “That girl…she has such powerful abilities. But why she couldn’t sense her own father, I have no idea.” She looked over at the man sitting on her living room sofa.
John didn’t look up from his hands and didn’t bother with the formalities of hello. “Mary’s spirit -- do you really think she saved the kids?”
“I do.” John nodded sadly and twisted his wedding ring on his finger. “John Winchester, I could just slap you. Why won’t you go talk to your children?”
John’s voice faltered as he held his emotions in check. “I want to. You have no idea how much I wanna see ‘em. But I can’t. Not yet. Not until I know the truth.”
Missouri could sense how close the man was to breaking down, so she didn’t push the issue for moment, but one way or another she was gonna convince the stubborn fool that keeping his children in the dark wasn’t the way to protect them from the darkness.
The rest of my girl!Sam series can be found here
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