Author: wianea03 PM
Sam is left alone for a few days while Dean and John go on a hunt. What could go wrong? Pre-series, AU.Rated: Fiction K - English - Mystery/Family - Sam W. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,982 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 05-20-11 - Published: 05-11-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6982744
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My very first fanfic… Hope it's okay, let me know. All mistakes are mine.
This is pre-series and AU.
*Don't own nothing.
They left Sam alone in some no name town the summer after he turned 16. Sam was a little hurt that he was just being left behind, Dad said he was old enough but Sam pushed the thoughts of, Dad doesn't trust me or I'm just a liability and they don't want me around to distract them, out of his head in favor of actually being excited about being on his own for five full days. They put up every protection they could think of, left enough food and some extra cash and just as the sun was rising left.
Sam did nothing that first day. Slept in late, woke up to a hungry stomach, sat and watched day time TV while eating a huge bowl of cereal. He didn't bother getting dressed, knew he wasn't leaving the house that day. It was fun for awhile but he knew he would have to find something to do the next four days. Around dusk the phone rang, he wasn't surprised. Dean promised he'd call when they got to the motel, check in.
Sam answered with a casual, "Hello." Dean sounded excited, but Sam could sense the underlying hint of worry in his voice. He assured Sam that they would get the hunt done as soon as possible but Sam knew they wouldn't be coming back early. They were hunting a werewolf and the full moon wasn't for another two days. They needed that time to figure out who it was and then at least a day or two for the actual hunt. Dean tried covering up his concern about leaving Sam alone with sarcasm but Sam saw right through that. He didn't call him out on it though; even if he would never admit it to anybody it felt nice. They hung up minutes later, and Sam smiled to himself. The next few days would be a nice break before everything went back to normal.
The next few days flew by. Sam would wake up, late morning, far later then John would ever allow and eat breakfast. Then he would go for a run. Sam usually never complained about running, he was a natural at it. Maybe it was his long legs or the fact that when he ran his mind would just get lost and he didn't have to think about things. He would come back, take a nice long shower, without worrying about hot water and older brothers pounding on the door and make dinner. Dean would call around sunset, update Sam on the case and then Sam would turn on late night TV until his eyes couldn't stay open.
The day before they were to return Sam came back from his afternoon run feeling different. He couldn't put his finger on it. It was a nagging in the back of his head that something wasn't right. He tried to push the thought out of his head. Dean had called saying they had finished the hunt the night before, salted and burned the body but were just wrapping up, making sure nobody else was infected. Dad and Dean were out of danger so why did he feel this way? In the shower he tried to clear his mind, everything was fine. Dean would call tonight, telling Sam that tomorrow they were going to hit the road as soon as possible and then make some lame joke about how the house better still be standing.
Sam chuckled to himself as he made dinner and sat on the couch. It was silly to think his Dad and Dean were in trouble. They were fine. He ate his dinner in silence, every once in awhile his eyes would travel over to the phone waiting for it to ring. Sunset came and went and still, no phone call. Sam turned the TV on, not really paying attention but needing something to distract himself. His leg tapped restlessly as he chewed his bottom lip. He told himself it would ring, they were fine. After three hours had passed and still no phone call he gave up, calling the number Dean had given him the first night.
He waited as the ringing sounded on the other end and after almost two minutes he hung up. That was okay, they were out celebrating, that's all. Dean would call when he got back, apologize and that would be that. Sam sat in the dark house, the glow from the TV the only light. He wouldn't go to sleep until he got a call from them. It wasn't until the growing light from the sun coming up over the horizon started peaking through the curtains that Sam finally accepted the fact that they weren't going to call.
I know this is short, and not very exciting yet (it's just getting started) but seeing as it is my first I wanted to get it out there to see if people might be interested. I have the whole story written, just in my head for now. I don't expect it to be very long, just a couple of chapters. Maybe more if I do John's and Dean's view points.
Thanks for reading!