Summary: They were gone. He had killed his family. And now Sam was alone. Very alone. Sam-centric. Post-finale.
A/n: I am in the midst of a major writer's block in "Rain" but I will get back to it, I promise. But this came to me when I was taking my AP Euro Test and I'm like… I gotta write this. It is mainly going to be based on Sam. Gary Allan makes me think… his new stuff is so depressing…
At the moment, it is really just a stream of consciousness, but it will have a plot as I get into later into the story.
I will get back to Rain, I promise…
Set After: Season 1
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to… the WB… CW… whatever it goes by now… but I am putting my own spin on the ghost story.
"Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise."
The music seemed to play on repeat in Sam's head as he finally found a way to escape from the darkness or unconsciousness. He didn't feel any pain.
The last thing he remembered played on repeat in his mind as he fought to get his eyes to open.
Sam looked at his dad. "Look, we still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet." He glanced back at the road. "We just have to start over. I mean we already found the demon once…" But Sam was cut off. He hadn't even seen the lights coming towards the passenger side of the Impala. He was too worried about getting Dean and his dad to the hospital.
He didn't even get a chance to look at either of them before pain overcame him and he was washed into darkness.
Dean. His dad. Where were they? Sam once again tried to force his mind to open his eyes. But the more he attempted to open them, the more stubborn they became as they remained shut.
The only thing the youngest Winchester could feel was the immense worry that was beginning to grow inside of him. He couldn't feel any part of his body. He couldn't feel anything. It felt like he was floating. Like there was nothing holding him up.
But even that couldn't make the worry escape him. He was sick with worry. It almost made him feel heavy if that was possible. It made him feel like he was sinking, but still floating. Gently falling… downwards.
The Impala had crashed. No. She hadn't crashed. It was the truck, or the car, or whatever the hell it was that slammed into the side of the Impala.
The passenger's side.
His dad. His dad had gotten the brunt of the crash. He tried to force his eyes open once again, but nothing became of it. He just grew even more worried. Sam truly had never been this worried before in his life. He was stuck in some sort of limbo like hell while he had no idea about his brother or his dad.
Dean. Dean wasn't doing too good in the back of the Impala, that was why Sam had been driving it. The thought had just hit Sam as he continued the feeling of a slow downward descent. Dean.
The way the car was hit. They were both…
He didn't want to think about that. He wouldn't let himself believe it. He wouldn't let his mind play tricks on him. He wouldn't even think about that until he got his eyes open.
Once again, Sam forced his eyes open, or at least attempted to.
Then suddenly he felt the slow descent turn fast as he was careening downwards, with no way of knowing when he was going to stop, no way of knowing even what the hell was going on. All the way down he kept trying to open his eyes. He wanted to see. He didn't want to be lost in darkness.
He wanted to know what the hell was going on with Dean and his dad. They were his main priority, after waking up.
Yet Sam still felt the freefalling feeling all over his body. He was accelerating faster and faster. This was gonna kill him, wasn't it?
But he did stop at the exact second that his eyes opened wide. The freefall stopped as a sudden aching erupted throughout his entire body as a groan escaped him that he couldn't control. It was so different from the feeling he had experienced just a few moments before. CRASH. That was the only way he could describe it. He felt like crash.
He had been crashed. He had been crashed into in the Impala.
His eyes quickly focused to the area around him. A hospital. A hospital? Why wasn't he in the Impala? It took him a few seconds to comprehend that some time must have passed between the crash and this exact moment in time.
"He's coming to…" he heard a voice say. He didn't recognize it. What was going on.
His eyes scanned the room quickly, making him extremely dizzy. He felt like he was going to be sick. Wherever he was, he was alone. He couldn't find Dean, he couldn't find his dad. He was in his own room.
The beeping of a heart monitor reached his ears as well.
Finally, his eyes rested on a doctor. Well, he thought it was a doctor. He sure looked like a doctor.
"It seems like our John Doe is finally awake…" the man smiled.
This was nothing to be smiling about. Sam opened his mouth slowly, trying to get some words out, but his mouth was so dry, his voice crackled as he attempted to speak. It was obvious that he hadn't used his voice in quite a long time.
"Where's… Dean?" he had to force the two words out, and they stung like hell.
The doctor didn't say anything for the longest time. He didn't say anything, he just continued to look at the clipboard and nod to himself.
Sam forced his voice out again. "Where's… Dean?"
The doctor looked over his clipboard at Sam. Sam could feel the doctor's eyes piercing into him. "The other people in the car with you?"
Sam tried to nod, but found that he couldn't. There was something to keep him from doing that. He moved his eyes downward, but couldn't see anything.
The doctor sighed heavily. "I don't think that telling you would be the best thing at the moment," he said softly as he looked at the IV that Sam didn't even realize was pumping fluid into him.
The doctor continued speaking, but Sam didn't hear a word he was saying. All he could think of was Dean and his dad. Why wouldn't the doctor tell him what was going on?
But Sam had a feeling. They were gone. The crash had killed them. He had survived, but neither of them had. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, and went to brush them away. That was when he realized he had a cast on his right arm.
The crash must have banged him up pretty bad.
But he didn't care. They were gone. His dad. His brother. His family. They were gone. Dead. Forever. And it was his fault. It was all his fault. He didn't have it in him to kill the Demon when it had possessed his dad. He was driving the Impala when it crashed.
He had killed his family.
And now Sam was alone. Very alone.
A/n: Chapter two will be up shortly. And for those of you who read my stuff, you'll know that I'm full of nice little plot twists. So… hopefully you'll keep reading. I also promise more dialogue and longer chapters as soon as I get the main plot fixed in my mind.
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