|One Last Chance
Author: PhoebeElizabeth PM
Sams visions have always been dead on. what if he had one more vision Durring the pilot.what if this vision gave him, and everyone he loved...one last chanceRated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Angst - Sam W. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 6,977 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 01-23-08 - Published: 12-17-07 - id: 3952833
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Disclaimer: will be posted once right here, and I disclaim them as a matter of fact I never claimed to claim them…
A/n this will be a one shot unless I get feed back I'm not much of an author and don't do this very often so bear with me .
Spoilers: yes…all of them and none of them…more specifically pilot…in my time of dying…cross road blues…all hell breaks loose part 2 …and bedtime stories…plus Croatoan if you squint real hard… if you catch my drift…
Warnings: this is a death fic of sorts. Well it can be a death fic unless you give me feed back…
"Good morning sunshine!" Deans overly enthusiastic voice cut thru the fog in Sam's mind. Today was the day it had been a year since dean had made the deal of a lifetime, or not. Sam didn't understand how he could just stand there so happy filling the doorway hiding how scared he was. "come on Sammy the days a wasting"
"Why are you so chipper?" Sam couldn't help but ask.
"I couldn't sleep" Dean was fidgeting with the two coffee cups clutched in his hands. The mugs had the hotel emblem imprinted on the side a sign of the splurge they had made in staying in a real hotel instead of the trashy motels Sam couldn't stand the thought of Dean dieing somewhere the sheets weren't even clean. "and normally you would be giving me hell for that…"he stuttered to a stop they didn't say that word anymore. There were a lot of things they didn't say anymore…" come on get up grab a shower and lets go, I saw a great old record book store I wanted to check out, you can get your geek on"
"Dean," Sam starts to argue but is quickly cut off by the look on Deans face "alright" Sam struggles to free himself from his prison of cotton and stumbles into the shower, trying to think about great old books and classic records and anything but his brother dieing, anything but waking up to an empty room for the rest of his life. He wasn't going to fight with Dean today he wasn't going to end this the same way thing ended with Dad or Jess. He was going tog o out with his brother and he wasn't going to think about tomorrow.
He wasn't going to think about anything. Sam quickly showered shaved and changed then walked into the main area of the hotel room to find Dean sitting on his bed looking out the window.
"I'm sorry" he whispered as Sam came closer.
"Come on mister sunshine, lets go to this store of yours"
It was later in the movies that Dean insisted on seeing."When was the last time we saw an actual movie?" he had asked and Sam had given in, just as he had when Dean had wanted to go to the store and the park and Denny's and the church carnival, and now after the movie they were going to a bar. And Sam was tired. When he leaned over to tell his brother this he noticed dean was pinching the bridge of his nose, something he only did when he had a bad headache.
"You ok dude?"
"Yeah , its just I can hear them"
Sam didn't have to ask who 'them' was it was the hounds coming for his brother. So he simply packed up and dragged Dean out of the theatre planning on taking him back to the hotel and bunking down. Until Dean told him his plan.
"Listen I want you out of here, ok take me to the hotel gather up the gear and go, call Hendrickson when you get a day away, don't argue Sam, I don't want you here." Dean stood holding the keys to the impala in a loose fist out to Sam as he made his demands silent tears were pouring down his face.
"You wouldn't leave me, back when we thought I was infected even when I told you to." Sam held back his tears he had to.
"Yeah but I'm older that means I'm always right."
"You son of a bitch" Sam chocked out as Dean reached for him trying to pull Sam into his chest as Sam fought off the arms closing around him. "you cant just I cant I…"
"I'm not I did you have to and you don't hate me you just want to, trust me Sammy, your going to be fine, you always were incredibly well adjusted." Sam listened to Dean with his head against his older brothers neck feeling the low rumble as Dean tried to reassure him. "You have to let me go Sammy, we've had one hell of a road trip though haven't we now, It had to end sooner or later I just happened to be sooner, Come on Sam" Dean pulled his little brother over to the car and got in slowly driving to the hotel trying to block out the sounds of the hell hounds.
"I cant do this Dean I just I cant" Sam whispered.
Once they got back to the hotel room Dean led Sam to their room by the hand and sat him on the bed. Slowly moving around the room packing up everything Sam would need. Once he was finished he knelt down in front of Sam and held his brothers face in his hands.
"Listen Sammy, I packed you up, I even bought you some new tapes at that record store so you don't have to bitch anymore. I left a cooler of food and water in the back seat, you have to remember to eat good, you're a growing boy…come on Sam gimme a smile there dude." Dean slowly swiped his thumbs over his brothers cheeks and under his eyes wiping away the tears there. "you have an actually reservation under the name Billy Gibbons a dozen towns over." Sam was nodding slowly trying to take in the instructions "and Bobby is expecting you in 4 days time"
Sam tried not to sob and he confirmed everything his brother had said, he couldn't help but feel as if his life was over, first he lost mom then jess and dad and now he had to walk way and let his brother die.
"Ok" He managed to croak out as Dean pulled him from his perch on the mattress and towards the door looping the strap to Sam's bag over his shoulder and pushing the car keys into his hand.
"Now give me a hug tell me you love me get in the car and drive Sammy" Dean whispered as he pulled his brother close once again. Sam's arms slowly complied and wrapped around his brother as he quickly said his goodbye and walked out the door he found himself staring off as the door closed behind him he didn't even hear the click as the lock slid into place.
Sam lay as still as he could in the dark room trying to decide what had woken him. He had been having a horrible dream about Dad, and Jess and Dean, god Dean. It hadn't felt like a dream it had felt like more, Moore, The same way the dreams about Jess felt looking up at her burning the same way Mom had, but that didn't make sense dreams didn't come true. Except that sometimes his dreams totally did. Sam quickly reached for Jess to reassure himself that she was still there. That when he heard it the crash from the living room slightly muffled. He got quickly out of bed and slowly made his way down the hall when the intruder attacked him. And it felt all to familiar especially when h e found himself flat on his back looking up at his brother who says something about "easy tiger" and quips about him being out of practice. Sam tries to stop himself from flipping his brother over but he just cant. And when he asks Dean what he's doing there he silently prays he doesn't hear…
"Well I was looking for a beer." and when he does he's the one who whispers
"We have to talk…"
A/N I'm not sure if that came out on paper how it came out in my brain let me know what you all think.