SPN Fic: The Beginning Of The End (Part II)
Part Two of The Beginning Of The End, a joint SPN WiP by me and Jess!
Four years later, everything changes...
Part Two
The Future
Four years later, Sam goes weeks without thinking seriously about anything supernatural. He fills his day with work - at a prestigious law firm - and family. His wife, Kara, and his twin boys, are his whole life. It feels like everything he’s ever wanted. Kara doesn’t know anything about Sam’s past. Neither do the boys, and Sam wants to keep it that way. He told Kara his parents died in a car accident when he was a baby, and he was brought up by his grandparents who have since died. He doesn’t have any other family - apart from her, of course.
It seemed better to Sam to lie to her, to keep her in the dark. Since the day he lost Dean, Sam never used his gifts again. When Kara told him she was pregnant those years ago he was so worried his son’s would inherit some of his abilities, but so far they seemed to be normal little boys.
The lies were meant to keep them safe.
Sam only arrives home half an hour late, but the second he walks in the door he can smell the sulfur. The lights flicker, and his heart drops. He hears crying, screaming, two young terrified voices.
Sam races up the stairs to his bedroom, and flings the door open.
The sheets on his bed are red. When he left Kara amongst them this morning, they were white. Kara’s still in bed, but she’s not moving. His sons are huddled together on the floor in the corner of the room, crying.
He can’t speak. He can’t scream, or yell for help, or even think. It takes a moment for him to register the figure standing beside the bed, beside his wife’s dead body. The man looks up, smiling, and his eyes are black. Sam clutches the doorframe for support.
“It’s been so long, Sam, and you’ve been a busy boy!” The demon is still grinning. He runs a finger down the length of Kara’s arm, gathering blood on the tip of it as he does so. “It’s a pity I had to kill her before you got home. I so wanted you to watch.”
“Why,” Sam demands, finally finding his voice. “I left you alone. I stopped killing demons; I left this life behind me! Why are you doing this?” he cries.
“You think it’s that simple, Sam? You think you can just walk away?” the demon chuckles. “You were born into this life, just like your sons were. You can’t just leave it behind, not after all you and your brother did. No, it’s not that easy, it’s just taken time for us to find you! You hid so well.”
Sam pushed himself slowly away from the doorframe. He didn’t think about it as he lifted his hand and began to pull the demon out of its host body. It had been many years since Sam had used his gifts, but his hate and anger took over. His eyes turned black, and the demon barely had time to scream before it was reduced to ashes.
The body collapsed to the ground, but Sam barely took any notice. He felt consumed with hatred. They had not taken just one person he couldn’t live without, but now more than once they had destroyed his life. After this, revenge was all he could think about. Killing every last one of them, turning them to ashes. Suddenly Sam’s head snapped up from his thoughts of darkness, to the cries of his sons in the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to them, his eyes turning from black to their old color. His boys grabbed hold of him immediately and he gathered them into his arms.
“Shh, I’m here, I’m here.” Sam tried to comfort his sobbing sons.
“Daddy, mummy’s hurt… will she be ok?” little Robert asked. Sam looked into his son’s eyes when he spoke.
“Mummy’s gone, Robbie. Don’t be scared. You’ll be ok, I will make sure of that.” He hugged them both close, and said softly, “This life will never touch you again.”
Sam picked up his two young sons and placed them in his car, his keys still in the ignition from when he first arrived home.
“Wait here for me, I’ll be right back.” Sam ran back into the house. He grabbed the family photos off the wall and then, with his lighter, started to set all the curtains in his picture perfect home alight. The fire spread fast. Sam stood by the car as the flames burned his dream life to the ground. The sound of the fire engines approaching in the distance broke through to Sam and he quickly got into his car and drove off.
It was the middle of the night when Sam arrived at his destination. Robert and Johnny were fast asleep on the back seat. Sam hadn't been here in years, not since he and Bobby fought over what happened to Dean. Sam was almost scared at what awaited him. Would Bobby tell him to leave? They weren’t on good terms to say the least, but Bobby was the only person Sam had left to turn to.
Sam picked his sleeping boys up from his car and walked up to Bobby’s front door. The door opened before he even reached up to knock. They stared in silence at each other for a few moments before Johnny started to stir from his sleep. Bobby still looked the same, maybe just a bit older, even a bit thinner, his hair greyer. It had been over five years since Sam and Bobby had even seen each other.
“You’d better come in then,” Bobby almost stuttered. Sam walked in and placed his sleeping boys on the sofa, brushing the hair off their foreheads.
Sam took a breath, and looked Bobby straight in the eye. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but I need your help.”
“Yeah, well, you’re right about that. I don’t owe you anything, but I was never happy how things ended between us, Sam. We were family.” Bobby said.
“I know, Bobby, and I’m hoping that’s enough for you to help me. Help me save my boys. I don’t want this life for them.”
“What do you want, Sam?”
Sam looked back at his sons, sleeping on the sofa. It was for the best, he knew, but it still hurt. “I need you to find safe homes for my boys. I’m going to end this, Bobby, once and for all.” Sam’s eyes were hard as he spoke.
“What do you mean, ‘homes’?” Bobby asked carefully.
“They need to be spilt up, it’s too easy for them to find them when they’re together. They need new lives with new families. I want them to have the life Dean and I never had. I tried to give it to them, but they found me, and now my wife is dead. I have to protect Robert and Johnny however I can.” Sam said firmly.
Bobby stared at him. “Sam, you can’t be serious. This is nuts, you’re just going to give your boys away to different families, then going on a demon killing spree? A suicide mission?” He cried.
“If you don’t want to help me, I’ll leave.” Sam walked towards his sons.
Bobby sighed heavily. “I’ll help you, but this feels wrong, Sam. You’re all those poor boys have left. And to separate them…”
“Do you think I want to do this?” Sam asked angrily. “There is no other way. I want them to have normal lives, and if that’s apart from each other, that’s how it has to be.” Sam’s face turned cold as he spoke. He was breaking inside, but he just needed to get through this.
“Will you do this for me, Bobby?”
Bobby didn’t say anything for a long time, and when he spoke it was reluctantly. “I know a few retired hunters who might be able to help me find them homes.”
A faint sense of relief washed over Sam. “They have to be apart for them to be safe. Promise me that you will separate them.”
“I will, but come on, Sam. Won’t they remember everything? I know they’re children, but they’re not just going to forget each other, or you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. They wont remember. You just need to get them to their new families as soon as possible”
Sam went over to his sleeping boys, and kissed them both on the forehead. He waved his hand across them and a bright light shone from their heads.
“I love you, just remember everything I do everything is to save you.” He whispered to them, and with that Sam walked to the door, sparing one last glance for Bobby. As he left, his eyes turned black.
Part III
Four years later, everything changes...
Part Two
The Future
Four years later, Sam goes weeks without thinking seriously about anything supernatural. He fills his day with work - at a prestigious law firm - and family. His wife, Kara, and his twin boys, are his whole life. It feels like everything he’s ever wanted. Kara doesn’t know anything about Sam’s past. Neither do the boys, and Sam wants to keep it that way. He told Kara his parents died in a car accident when he was a baby, and he was brought up by his grandparents who have since died. He doesn’t have any other family - apart from her, of course.
It seemed better to Sam to lie to her, to keep her in the dark. Since the day he lost Dean, Sam never used his gifts again. When Kara told him she was pregnant those years ago he was so worried his son’s would inherit some of his abilities, but so far they seemed to be normal little boys.
The lies were meant to keep them safe.
Sam only arrives home half an hour late, but the second he walks in the door he can smell the sulfur. The lights flicker, and his heart drops. He hears crying, screaming, two young terrified voices.
Sam races up the stairs to his bedroom, and flings the door open.
The sheets on his bed are red. When he left Kara amongst them this morning, they were white. Kara’s still in bed, but she’s not moving. His sons are huddled together on the floor in the corner of the room, crying.
He can’t speak. He can’t scream, or yell for help, or even think. It takes a moment for him to register the figure standing beside the bed, beside his wife’s dead body. The man looks up, smiling, and his eyes are black. Sam clutches the doorframe for support.
“It’s been so long, Sam, and you’ve been a busy boy!” The demon is still grinning. He runs a finger down the length of Kara’s arm, gathering blood on the tip of it as he does so. “It’s a pity I had to kill her before you got home. I so wanted you to watch.”
“Why,” Sam demands, finally finding his voice. “I left you alone. I stopped killing demons; I left this life behind me! Why are you doing this?” he cries.
“You think it’s that simple, Sam? You think you can just walk away?” the demon chuckles. “You were born into this life, just like your sons were. You can’t just leave it behind, not after all you and your brother did. No, it’s not that easy, it’s just taken time for us to find you! You hid so well.”
Sam pushed himself slowly away from the doorframe. He didn’t think about it as he lifted his hand and began to pull the demon out of its host body. It had been many years since Sam had used his gifts, but his hate and anger took over. His eyes turned black, and the demon barely had time to scream before it was reduced to ashes.
The body collapsed to the ground, but Sam barely took any notice. He felt consumed with hatred. They had not taken just one person he couldn’t live without, but now more than once they had destroyed his life. After this, revenge was all he could think about. Killing every last one of them, turning them to ashes. Suddenly Sam’s head snapped up from his thoughts of darkness, to the cries of his sons in the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to them, his eyes turning from black to their old color. His boys grabbed hold of him immediately and he gathered them into his arms.
“Shh, I’m here, I’m here.” Sam tried to comfort his sobbing sons.
“Daddy, mummy’s hurt… will she be ok?” little Robert asked. Sam looked into his son’s eyes when he spoke.
“Mummy’s gone, Robbie. Don’t be scared. You’ll be ok, I will make sure of that.” He hugged them both close, and said softly, “This life will never touch you again.”
Sam picked up his two young sons and placed them in his car, his keys still in the ignition from when he first arrived home.
“Wait here for me, I’ll be right back.” Sam ran back into the house. He grabbed the family photos off the wall and then, with his lighter, started to set all the curtains in his picture perfect home alight. The fire spread fast. Sam stood by the car as the flames burned his dream life to the ground. The sound of the fire engines approaching in the distance broke through to Sam and he quickly got into his car and drove off.
It was the middle of the night when Sam arrived at his destination. Robert and Johnny were fast asleep on the back seat. Sam hadn't been here in years, not since he and Bobby fought over what happened to Dean. Sam was almost scared at what awaited him. Would Bobby tell him to leave? They weren’t on good terms to say the least, but Bobby was the only person Sam had left to turn to.
Sam picked his sleeping boys up from his car and walked up to Bobby’s front door. The door opened before he even reached up to knock. They stared in silence at each other for a few moments before Johnny started to stir from his sleep. Bobby still looked the same, maybe just a bit older, even a bit thinner, his hair greyer. It had been over five years since Sam and Bobby had even seen each other.
“You’d better come in then,” Bobby almost stuttered. Sam walked in and placed his sleeping boys on the sofa, brushing the hair off their foreheads.
Sam took a breath, and looked Bobby straight in the eye. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but I need your help.”
“Yeah, well, you’re right about that. I don’t owe you anything, but I was never happy how things ended between us, Sam. We were family.” Bobby said.
“I know, Bobby, and I’m hoping that’s enough for you to help me. Help me save my boys. I don’t want this life for them.”
“What do you want, Sam?”
Sam looked back at his sons, sleeping on the sofa. It was for the best, he knew, but it still hurt. “I need you to find safe homes for my boys. I’m going to end this, Bobby, once and for all.” Sam’s eyes were hard as he spoke.
“What do you mean, ‘homes’?” Bobby asked carefully.
“They need to be spilt up, it’s too easy for them to find them when they’re together. They need new lives with new families. I want them to have the life Dean and I never had. I tried to give it to them, but they found me, and now my wife is dead. I have to protect Robert and Johnny however I can.” Sam said firmly.
Bobby stared at him. “Sam, you can’t be serious. This is nuts, you’re just going to give your boys away to different families, then going on a demon killing spree? A suicide mission?” He cried.
“If you don’t want to help me, I’ll leave.” Sam walked towards his sons.
Bobby sighed heavily. “I’ll help you, but this feels wrong, Sam. You’re all those poor boys have left. And to separate them…”
“Do you think I want to do this?” Sam asked angrily. “There is no other way. I want them to have normal lives, and if that’s apart from each other, that’s how it has to be.” Sam’s face turned cold as he spoke. He was breaking inside, but he just needed to get through this.
“Will you do this for me, Bobby?”
Bobby didn’t say anything for a long time, and when he spoke it was reluctantly. “I know a few retired hunters who might be able to help me find them homes.”
A faint sense of relief washed over Sam. “They have to be apart for them to be safe. Promise me that you will separate them.”
“I will, but come on, Sam. Won’t they remember everything? I know they’re children, but they’re not just going to forget each other, or you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. They wont remember. You just need to get them to their new families as soon as possible”
Sam went over to his sleeping boys, and kissed them both on the forehead. He waved his hand across them and a bright light shone from their heads.
“I love you, just remember everything I do everything is to save you.” He whispered to them, and with that Sam walked to the door, sparing one last glance for Bobby. As he left, his eyes turned black.
Part III