Lost Brother 1/1
Lost Brother
Title: Lost Brother
Masterpost: for the whole 'verse
Fandom, Characters: SPN, Sam (girl!Sam), Dean, OMC
Rating and Warning: NC-17, AU, pre-series, sex-change
Beta: Soar
Written for starmage2 at the comment_fic on the theme Free For All and the prompt Sam gets a sex change while at Stanford. Link.
Disclaimer: Don't know or own them. No profit taken.
Author's Note: Extra thanks to my beta to fix the ending. I so went on her suggestion.
Summary: Long before Sam got to Stanford he knew that he not only wanted to have a normal life, but he had always felt that he was put in the wrong body and he was not a guy.
Sam was happy to come to Stanford. It was not only that he would escape from hunting, being away from John and Dean made him able to really be himself. Early in life, he had understood that he was born into the wrong body, but he had also learned that John didn't want to hear about it, and it was always the thing that made them never get on well together. Sam had made the mistake of telling his father, and from the beating and drills, he had learned that he could never speak up about it. When it came to Dean, he hadn't uttered a word about how he was feeling, anyway it was likely Dean already understood since he more often than not called Sam girly, and insisted on calling him Sammy.
When Sam had settled in and started school, he had looked up a doctor and from there, proved that he was telling the truth about being a girl in a boy's body. After two years, he had gotten the green-light, so during the summer break, he'd had the operation.
~*~*~
Dean had driven to Stanford at every opportunity to keep an eye on Sam. Just so as not to get in the middle of the fight between his brother and father, he had satisfied himself by watching from a distance. A few times he had not found his brother, but he had heard around and learned that he was doing well, with great grades. Dean was proud of Sam and was happy for him even as he missed him.
The change had happened after the first two years. It had been four months since he last had been at Stanford. John and he had been very busy over the summer and spent most of the summer on the other side of the country. Stanford swarmed with both old and new people, and Sam was nowhere to be found. When he had asked around, Sam had moved from his last place and he no longer seemed to be registered in any of the courses that Dean thought Sam would have taken.
With no luck finding Sam in the few days that he had been there, he had finally gone to one of the places Sam had hung out at in previous years, and hoped to at least meet any of his friends to learn what had happened. There were two boys and a girl he vaguely recognized. They didn't directly answer his questions, but they didn't say that they didn't know where Sam was either. Not fully satisfied, Dean had gone to sit at the bar to see if anyone else would turn up. He listened to what was said, and somehow it seemed that Sam been there somewhere. Just as he was about to leave, a tall woman entered, heading towards Sam's friends. Dean looked at her, and even though she had dark hair, he thought her to be a real babe. Usually he fell for blondes, but this one looked special. He lingered for a moment longer, watching her. She looked to be content, happy and thriving with her friends. Dean could see how she was smiling and laughing at something one of the boys had said. Dean wished that he could have been the one to make her so happy. Quickly, Dean rose and left, missing his brother more than ever.
Two weeks later when Dean went there again, he still had no luck finding Sam, though he saw the hot woman again, but before he could make a move on her, Dean saw that she was together with one of Sam's friends.
Next time he heard talk about Sam, but still the fates seemed to against him and he did not find his brother. He had to be satisfied by hearing that Sam was still doing great. This time he never saw the woman. Dean felt little disappointed by that. When he thought about it, she had reminded him a lot of his Sammy. They were both tall, had the same hair colour and even looked to have a few habits in common.
When it was Christmas, Dean still came back to Stanford. He managed to sneak into the office and look through all of the student files. He was stunned that there wasn't any Winchester listed. He cursed that he hadn't checked this earlier. Looking around, he found a yearbook, and in that he found a picture of the woman he had admired from afar, and learned her name - Samantha Campbell.
He repeated the name Campbell to himself as he left. It sounded familiar, but he could not place it. Dean didn't want to ask John if he had heard anything from Sam, and it would have been unlikely that he did, because Dean felt very much that something wasn't right. One day he did work up the courage to ask and John said that he hadn't spoken to Sam since he left for Stanford to start studying. John had added that he couldn't care less what he was doing and that they would be better off without him. Dean continued to ask John if the name Campbell meant something to him, and became pissed at himself for not remembering that Mary had been a Campbell before she married John.
~*~*~
Sam loved life. Everything was so much easier now that she looked right, and she had great friends and loved the university life, away from a life on the road, hunting supernatural things and being spared from John's commands. She didn't miss that a bit. There was only one thing she missed and that was Dean. Sam had lifted her phone several times to call him, but every time hung up before he had picked up the phone. If she had let it be picked up by the answer machine, she had only listened to Dean's voice and never left a message.
The life she had now, she had always dreamt of. It was as normal as she could get and hopefully if she would ever be standing in front of John again, she could only wish that she would be spared from ever going back to hunting.
Jessie had persisted that they should go to the Halloween party, and Sam had tried not to. It wasn't that she had anything against dressing up in costume, it's just what she had lived through when she was younger, and what things could happen, but she could not tell Jessie that. So now she stood in the bathroom and inspected her body. If she could say so, her body was perfect. Nice breasts, smooth stomach and long, lean legs. If she was into females, she would have wanted to meet someone like her.
"Are you coming?" Jessie's voice came through the bathroom door.
"One moment," Sam replied. She stopped her scrutiny, took the gauze bandage and began to wrap up her breasts. Then she continued to dress in her old clothes, which for some sort unknown reason, she had never thrown away.
"Oh my, what a hot guy you are," Jessie said when she finally stepped out.
Sam blushed and drew a hand through her hair. There were several things that meant she could not be a guy anymore. The biggest was that she now needed to put some socks in her jeans. If anyone looked closer, they would see that she hadn't cut her nails. Sam had only removed the nail polish. Jessie kissed her and then they went off to the Halloween party.
Against all of her doubts, Sam had a good time, and it was not only because she used to play a guy. She wanted to believe it was because she could be with her friends, friends she'd had longer than any before. Jessie made it good too. He was a handsome and stable man. He had been at her side the whole time, from the operation up to now, and had never bolted, which he could have done. It meant a lot. Sam had never lied to him.
It was in the middle of the night that they left the party. A lot of people had become wasted and almost everyone had gotten rid of some parts of their costumes. Those that had dared to ask Sam who she had dressed up as got a few different answers that changed between James Dean, Brad Pitt and Jon Bon Jovi. After they had gone to bed, Sam lay awake for some time, and she dared to think that maybe things would not be so bad after all, and she could enjoy Halloween.
~*~*~
Dean knew he probably should have called Sam before he turned up and went into the house, but he guessed that after what he had learned, the new Samantha would not have picked the phone up. So now he walked into the kitchen to get a beer from the refrigerator.
He was about to open the door to the refrigerator, but he didn't get the chance to do it as he had to defend himself. There was no problem in getting Sam under him, though a quick moment of distraction in actually seeing his brother having breasts up close was all the new Sam needed.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" Sam pressed out. She had not expected to see him again, not after having heard a word for almost four years.
”Gee. Sammy, I didn’t think dropping in on my sister would be such a big deal,” Dean exclaimed.
Sam’s grin lit the darkness around them, and they suddenly they both knew that things were going to be just fine between them.
***The End***