The Demonic Life
It had been the dead of night in Lawrence Kansas. A lone house stood out in the woods. Everything was dark and quite, and even the wind had died down. Everyone in town thought of evil things when they saw the house in the woods. The family there were blasphemous and the father and the eldest son were insane. They always claimed to go out 'hunting' and saving the world. The mother stayed home to look after a small baby; the younger of the two sons. They seemed natural enough; just the mother didn't have any friends and seemed to be very closed. She hardly ever went out. When people saw her with the baby; she was happy. She looked ecstatic. But why was she different when the other two members of the family were around.
There were rumours of names. The two boys were called natural enough names. Samuel was the baby; around 3 months old and Dean was the insane older brother, around five years old. The father was called John and the mother was Mary. The Winchesters.
But on that night in the woods. When everything was strangely quiet; something must have happened, for the next day the family was gone.
Dean Winchester woke up to crying. He raised his head sleepily and yawned.
"Goddamn it. Sam." He muttered.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, but suddenly he felt a chill down his spine. His little brother was screaming his lungs out; and that was not natural. Sammy never cried, not ever; then why was he crying now. He knew his Dad would get up and go to him and mumble something about his mother being too protective. It struck Dean dumb as to why his Dad didn't like Sam.
He got up and walked hurriedly to Sam's room. He opened the door and stopped. He stared at the tiny baby lying in the cot screaming; but why was he covered in red, gooey blood. He heard footsteps behind him and looked back. It was his Dad. He stared too and then put a hand on Dean's chest.
"Go down stairs." He muttered.
Dean blindly obeyed his father and ran down stairs. It wasn't long before he saw his Dad came hurdling out to him carrying Sam in his arms.
"Take Sammy; keep him safe" he said and gently gave Sam to Dean; he then ran back up the stairs and yelled over his shoulder.
"Get out of the house" he cried.
Dean turned tail and ran; he ran as far from the house as he dared. When he stopped he looked back at the house. It was on fire…Sam's room was on fire. Dean looked down at Sam; the tiny baby was still whimpering and sobbing.
"What's happened to you? You're a snivelling wimp now aren't ya" Dean said holding him up.
The baby stopped and stared at him. There was something to the stare that dared this older brother to challenge him. Dean shut his mouth and smiled.
"I'm sorry. I guess this life has changed me somewhat." Dean said and held his brother close.
There was a sudden explosion from the house and Dean looked up. The whole house was a ball of flames and Sam started screaming again. The boys father ran out to them; an ashen look on his face.
"Is Sam okay?" he asked.
Dean nodded. "I think so" he said.
"Good; give him to me. And let's go" The father said and ran taking Dean and baby Sam with him.
Twenty years passed and Sam Winchester was standing in front of a mirror. He was fiddling with the tie; trying to look his best was hard. Many females loved him; but he seemed too scrappy; too Wisconsin. It didn't make sense, Sam didn't come from Wisconsin. He came from Kansas; or so his father had told him. Sam looked up at his dark hair and groaned. It just would not stay straight; it curled slightly at the ends and was rather long for his standards. Just never had time for a hair cut.
"Sam, you're gonna be late" his girlfriend called.
Sam looked back at the door and smiled.
"Coming" he responded.
He took one last swipe at his hair and jogged out the door. Today was the day that he graduated from Stanford University. He was so happy to have made it all the way; everything seemed to be going well in his life. Very well. It pleased him to think of everything that had happened to him and was attached to him. A ratty brother, a miserable father, a mother whom he knew nothing about, a nursery fire that destroyed his first home and killed his beloved mother. But Sam was a different Winchester. He was intelligent and had resolve.
Dean Winchester; the ratty brother. Was more of a high school drop out; he loved the female gender and drank himself silly. Sam enjoyed a few little beers; but nothing too radical. Even as his girlfriend; Jessica led him out to their car, he thought about where his brother may have been. 'Probably with Dad.' He thought. He didn't envy Dean one little bit. His father hated him for some unknown reason. It had hurt to figure it out when he first did, but not anymore. It was a distant memory that had turned to stone. Suddenly all thoughts ceased and a burning pain ran through his nerves, He let out a moan and slumped to the ground. He saw something; a man. Same dark eyes and an urgent look on his face. Dean. There was a sudden flash of white and he saw his father lying on the ground. None of it made sense, and it scared Sam. When the visions passed; he found himself lying in the driveway with Jessica over him trying to calm him down. He was breathing hard and sweating.
"Are you alright honey?" she asked.
Sam sat up; feeling weak and ill; drained almost.
"Yeah…I think" he replied shakily.
"Maybe you should go and lay down for a while." She said.
"Na, I think it's passed, but you should drive, let me calm down" Sam said.
"Alright..." she said hesitantly.
Sam got up and walked over to the car; where he sat in the seat and was just plain grateful to have something under his rear end. He felt dazed and confused. He had been having regular migraines and headaches, dizzy spells and days of utter weakness. But nothing that bad. He decided to close his eyes and get some rest. It was a long drive to the University.
Sam and Jessica came home and went to bed. Both were exhausted from the day's celebrations and they were looking forward to the future. But something interrupted that. It started with a knock on the door in the middle of the night. Jessica heard it first. She instantly was wide awake and afraid. She shook Sam awake.
"Sam" she said quietly. Sam moaned and rolled over.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I heard a knock at the front door. It might be a robber" she whispered.
"Jess; they wouldn't knock" Sam stated.
"Go and answer it" she begged. Sam sighed and got up. He threw on some long pants and a shirt and shuffled down to the front door. He slowly opened the door and yawned.
"Whatever it is; we're not buying" he muttered.
"I ain't sellin' Let me in Sammy" Dean Winchester said. Sam stared at him for a second and then shook his head.
"No, I don't think so. Whatever you are on; I will not supply money for the habit. You go to rehab and get clean then come back" Sam said and tried to shut the door.
Dean put a hand on the wood and pushed it open.
"Sam; this is serious. Let me in." Dean insisted.
Sam sighed sadly and shook his head.
"I am finally getting on with my life. Why can't you and Dad leave me alone? I told you; I don't want to hunt." Sam said softly.
Dean sighed and shifted his weight from one foot to another.
"Hello? Anyone home. You are a Winchester Sammy. You were born to hunt. Dad and Me now need you" Dean said.
"No! Dear god what is wrong with your brain. I said No" Sam said.
"Dad's missing" Dean said quickly; and it shut Sam up.
"Missing? But how? Where" he asked.
"I don't know. We were hunting in a little town called Jericho. He went missing from the hotel room last night. I can't find him Sam and I need your help." Dean begged.
Sam thought about it. He was pretty close to Dean; connected in some way. He wasn't to his father; but he felt as if he had a responsibility to his older brother. "Alright, but I won't do it for Dad. I'll do it as a favor to you" Sam said.
Dean smiled and tried to edge his way inside.
"Ah!" Sam said.
"Oh come on! I want to see this place" Dean said.
Sam shook his head ruefully and let him in. Dean wandered around the house three times and made small comments. Jessica appeared at the top of the stairs as he came to the landing.
"Hello" Dean said. Jessica gave a skeptical glance at Sam.
"Hello Dean" she said.
"How are you?" he asked in return. She gave a sarcastic smile.
"I don't have any money Dean" she said. Dean looked affronted.
"Why does everyone think I'm on drugs!!" he cried and stalked off. Jessica looked at Sam.
"My Dad's missing. I'm going to find him. I'll be back in two days. No matter what" Sam said.
"Good. I suppose I can trust you. Go and get changed and off you go" she said.
Sam followed his brother out to the black Impala that he had gotten for his 18th birthday off his Dad. It filled Sam with anger; but he stayed silent. Dean opened the door and got inside while Sam slowly got in. The car roared into life and drove off into the night. There was a cold silence between the two brothers. Dean knew that he had done the wrong thing; but since when did Dean do the right thing.
"So, she's moved in" he began.
"Shut up Dean" Sam said. Dean hissed.
"Awkward." Dean muttered and concentrated on the road.
There wasn't much on the radio and Sam just stared out the window. Dean sighed.
"Why do really want me here" Sam asked. Dean looked at him.
"To help me find Dad" Dean said.
"You haven't talked to me since I started college and that was 4 years ago. Suddenly you turn up on my doorstep in the middle of the night and tear me away from my new family." Sam snapped.
"Wake up Sam! I'm your family!" Dean shot back.
"Not after what you did to me 4 years ago. I left for college because I was a third wheel." Sam said.
"You made your self a third wheel. Hunting is in your blood Sam! Why don't you just accept it and come with us" Dean said.
"I don't even know what you hunt, but you both would come home and look scared shitless. I don't want to know" Sam said angrily.
"You need to know! Admit it Sam, you are curious! That's why you accepted to help me find Dad! That's why you are in this car right now" Dean said.
Sam opened his mouth to yell back; but the pain from earlier that day burned with sudden brightness and fury. Dean looked over to see his brother twitching and groaning. Dean slammed on the brakes; sudden and rational fear blossoming
"Shit. Sammy! What's wrong?" Dean asked.
He swore again and got out of the car. He ran over to Sam's door and pulled him out of the car and lay him flat on the dirt road. Dean had seen seizures before and this seemed like one. Sam's eyes were white; no pupil, no iris. Nothing but white. His whole body was rigid, tensed. His muscles twitched and jerked. His breathing was erratic and unstable.
"Sam! Sammy what's wrong? What's the matter?" he asked frantically.
But no matter how loud he called, his brother wouldn't come out of the seizure. Dean really did hit the panic button now. He scooped Sam up and put him in the backseat of the Impala.
"Don't worry bud. I'll get you to a hospital" Dean said.
He jumped into the car and put pedal to the metal and the car jumped into drive. They sped along the dirt road; Dean constantly checking on his brother. Still in the seizure like state. He saw the hospital up ahead and drove at it.
"Hold on Sammy, hold on" he muttered.