Here it is folks. The penultimate chapter. We’re almost done. 🙂
Summary: Sam’s got a problem he’s not talking about. He’s shut out
both Cas and Dean, and is trying to solve it on his own. The trouble is, he’s
in way over his head. If he’s not careful, his whole life – and the life of his
brother – is going to be turned upside down. Will he be able to fix it before
someone gets seriously hurt? Or worse?
Notes: For this story, Cas still has teleportation and other
angel-related capabilities.
This part is told in small chunks, as several people are
involved, and it is being told from their point of view. This is all meant to
happen very quickly, hence the quick transitions.
Dean kicked the
door open, gun ready. But standing directly in front of him was someone who was
clearly expecting him. Dean had no time to react. He knew the pain he felt down
to his core was a spell. Everything went black.
* * * * *
Cas was waiting outside, on the roof.
He was going to transport Sam back while Rowena and Dean drove. He had to be
sure he got Sam out of there and back to the bunker as soon as possible. He waited,
unsure of the exact time to go, as Sam was still warded. He couldn’t sense Sam
at all. He needed Rowena to remove the warding so he could grab Sam and go. He
waited…and waited. It was getting cold.
* * * * *
Rowena
waited outside the door behind Dean. He was going to kick it in and remove any
obstacles in the way so she could find Samuel and remove the warding. But the
moment he kicked the door open, she felt the presence of another witch. She
tried to grab Dean before he jumped into the room, but she was too late. The
door swung closed and she knew the whole plan was ruined. She had to figure out
a solution, and fast.
* * * * *
Sam cringed as he
remained chained to the table. His anxiety level was increasing. He could feel
the blood rushing in his ears. His shoulder was still in pain from the
injection. He was pretty sure whatever it was the man injected him with was something
to induce panic. It was working.
“No more games Sam.
You will help me.”
“No.”
“Listen. It’s not up to you. You’re going to give your
powers over to us, or the consequences will be more than you can imagine.”
“You already have me, how much worse can it get. I’m not afraid
of torture.” Sam tried to keep the fact that he was in pain hidden. The man
scoffed.
“We’re gonna take those powers of yours, somehow. If it
means keeping you here and forcing you to do our will, so be it. But then you’ll
be here for the rest of your life.”
“You forgot about my brother.” Sam smirked. He knew Dean was
already looking for him. Despite his increasing fear, he knew his brother would
get there soon.
“Oh, we haven’t forgotten Dean. We’re expecting him any
moment. Him and his foolish friends.” His words sent a shiver down Sam’s spine.
The man paused and looked up at the ceiling.
“Actually, they’re here now. Excuse me while I go greet our
guests. I’d like to be there to welcome them at the door.”
Sam lost it.
“NO!! DEAN! NO!” He struggled
with all his might, but it was no use. Sam knew by now the chains were held in
place with magic. Only magic could remove them.
* * * * *
Rowena returned
to the Impala and grabbed her bag. She was going to have to improvise.
“Damn you Dean Winchester and your impulsive behavior!” She
rummaged through the materials until she found what she was looking for.
“It’s rudimentary, but it will have to do.” She pulled out a
small vile of powder and sprinkled some onto her hand. Chanting in a language
neither Winchester would understand, she blew the dust into the air, towards
the roof of the building.
She only hoped Cas would get close enough to Sam to help.
This spell had a knack for being…inaccurate. She held her breath and waited.
* * * * *
Cas sensed Rowena’s magic. Sam’s
warding didn’t quite disappear, but he felt a pull toward the younger
Winchester. A pull he couldn’t resist. Without warning, he was transported to
Sam’s location. The transport left him dizzy. He had never traveled by witch
powder before. He landed on the ground of a room that was made of stone. He was
disoriented, but he stood quickly, and across the room, about 30 yards away, he saw Sam chained to a
table. Just then, a man walked into the room, directly behind Sam. Cas reached out towards Sam and –
* * * * *
Sam only had to
wait a few moments before the man returned. He still had never seen his face.
The man made sure to stay well behind Sam’s head, out of his peripheral vision.
And then something happened that neither man was
expecting. Sam’s panic had turned into anger.
He felt it building up inside him when the man went to get Dean.
“NOOO!!” Sam screamed at the top of his lungs. The table that Sam had been chained to
lurched forward, until he was in somewhat of a standing positing, the table
resting on the ground at a slight angle. The man gasped.
“I knew it!”
Anger and rage
built up like never before and Sam felt a surge of energy. He pulled his wrists
free and swung quickly to his right. He hit his captor square in the face,
knocking him to the ground. The man fell motionless to the cold floor. He reached down and simply pulled the chains free
from around his ankles. He stood, teeth clenched, sweat dripping from his
forehead, bare feet hitting the cold stone floor. He was breathing heavily. But
Sam’s focus was only on one thing.
Dean.
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Sam is making better choices on this run through Stanford but that means things are playing out differently. In some cases, the changes aren’t at all surprising. Except when they are.
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, eventual background Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Castiel, Apollo, Jessica Moore, Tyson Brady, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Original Characters, Aletha Additional Tags: Sam Winchester Has Powers, Protective Sam Winchester, Hurt Sam, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humor, All emotions, Protective Aletha, No one touches Sam, She is fierce, Stanford Era, Post-Stanford, Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Original Species, Tutator, powers, Witches, Witchcraft, Wicca, religious talk, Worship, Gods and Goddesses, Not all witches are bad, Is this enough tags?, More tags to be added, as needed Summary:
On his way to Stanford, Sam is attacked at a rest stop bathroom and kidnapped by witches looking to drain him of the power he doesn’t even realize he has inside. Alone for the first time, he has no idea how he’s going to get out of this one – until he’s rescued by something he never could’ve expected. What happens that night changes the course of his life forever.
Now Sam’s on his way to Stanford with a brand new companion, emerging powers he’s no longer going to be able to deny, and a chance to make a life for himself away from his family.
Of course, even when some things change, there are some things that will always stay the same.
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Since the fight in the kitchen, Castiel has barely left his
bedroom. For the last three days, all he’s done is sit on his bed, trapped in
his own thoughts.
He doesn’t read or write in his notebooks, doesn’t scroll
through his phone. He only leaves the room late at night, when he’s certain Sam
and Dean are asleep and there’s no chance of running into them in the halls.
Even then, he’s out and back in quickly, making dashes to the bathroom, or the
kitchen when his hunger gets too painful to ignore.
Dean has pounded on the door, rattling the handle and
yelling words like coward and asshole. Sam once sat outside for two
hours, speaking softly through the wooden slats at the bottom of the door. Castiel
doesn’t really know what he’d been saying. He tuned him out.
It’s hard for him to even understand why. Even through all
his confusion and pain and anger, it’s as though Castiel is at war with
himself. Every moment he spends in his self-imposed solitude, there’s a voice
in his head, somewhere at the back, screaming to be heard.
Apologize, it
says. What are you doing, why are you
just sitting there? Stand up and open the door and fix this.
The thoughts run on a loop in his head, and each passing
second Castiel feels the voice try and propel him up out of bed.
It never does, though. That little voice isn’t quite loud
enough to drown out the other – the one filled with bleak and heavy certainty,
that knows what must be done now.
Summary: Sam’s got a problem he’s not talking about. He’s shut out
both Cas and Dean, and is trying to solve it on his own. The trouble is, he’s
in way over his head. If he’s not careful, his whole life – and the life of his
brother – is going to be turned upside down. Will he be able to fix it before
someone gets seriously hurt? Or worse?
Notes: For this story, Cas still has teleportation and other
angel-related capabilities.
Not beta’d so any spelling and grammar mistakes are all on me…
“Well, well. Look what we have here.”
Sam tried to turn his head toward the sound, to see who it was. He couldn’t
quite place it, but he knew he’d heard the voice before. The familiar voice
spoke again. His attempts to turn his head were profoundly unsuccessful.
“Listen Sam. All I
want is for you to use those powers of yours.” The man placed his hand on Sam’s
head and began smoothing back his hair. If he wasn’t chained down, Sam thought,
it would have almost been soothing. The
man continued, “They could do so much for me.
So much.” Sam tried to play dumb. It was worth a shot, anyway.
“My what? What are you talking about? What powers? I don’t
have any –“ But the man only laughed.
“Don’t try to play with me. You promised yourself to us, and
I’m here to collect. You should have just come quietly the first time. It would
have been a lot easier. And as for your powers? Oh yes you do have them. You are a special child indeed, Sam
Winchester.” Sam winced at the words he hadn’t heard in years.
“No,” Sam groaned. After
three weeks of no one chasing him, after losing the man in the forest, he
thought maybe they had given up on him. He thought maybe he was in the clear.
He should have known better. Nothing good ever happens to him.
His negative response was rewarded with a stab in his arm
with something incredibly sharp. Sam cried out in pain. He couldn’t move
because of the chains, but he struggled against them once more. He still
couldn’t see who was behind him, and he was still desperately trying to place
the voice. The man just laughed.
“Go ahead and try Sam. You can’t escape. We’ve taken all the
precautions. And yes, Sam, you will help
me. You will eventually do as I
ask. You’ll see.”
“Cas, come on man, do you have anything on him? Where is
he?” Dean was pacing back and forth in the library when Cas walked in.
It had been forty-eight hours since Sam was taken, and Dean
and Cas had no leads at all.
“Can’t you just find him? You found him before, in the
forest!”
Cas sighed heavily, putting his hand to his head, exhausted
and worried.
“Dean, I TOLD you, he’s been warded. It was most likely witches who took him. Or demons.”
“Of course it was witches, Sam told us he was doing spells!”
“Yeah Dean, I know, but the warding is strong. I can feel
him being blocked from me. This is more like the work of a demon than a witch.
Perhaps they are working together.”
“Well that’s just great. Demons and witches never make a
good combination”
Cas just rolled his eyes.
“I’m doing everything I can to find your brother, and you
know it,” sighed Cas.“You know, we could ask for help from someone who might know
what this warding spell is. We could ask – “
“No!” Dean bellowed. “We are NOT asking her.”
Cas walked up to Dean, placing a calm hand of his shoulder.
“Dean, it’s been two days. We aren’t getting any closer. She
could help us.”
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.
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