Title: The protector
Description: What if Dean was younger than Sam? AU
funsportschick - September 16, 2009 12:01 AM (GMT)
Disclaimer : I don't own Supernatural or any characters.
Hello! This is my first AU fanfic, and it talks about the Winchesters' life if Sam was the protective older brother. Someone gave me this idea, so I decided to write a chapter. All feedback is much appreciated!
Chapter 1 - September 3rd 2000
Dean Winchester was woken by angry yells. At first, he felt disoriented, not knowing where they were coming from. After rubbing his eyes and stretching for a few moments, he realized that the quarrel he was hearing was without a doubt coming from downstairs. Not again, he thought solemnly. Dean could barely make out what they were saying, and as usual, he had no idea what the argument was about. He glanced at the bedside clock. It was 8:25 am. Dean groaned. His fifteen year old body needed at least three more hours of sleep. Who the hell had a full-blown fight at this ungodly hour? His father and brother that was who. They’d probably been having a nice cup of coffee, or some scrambled eggs. Then Sam had probably made a stupid remark. That’s how it always started. Sam made an unnecessary comment. John took offence. John started criticizing Sam. And Sam started yelling. The yelling had now escalated, and Dean heard another crash. He hoped that Bobby would intervene soon. Sam and John never cooled off by themselves. They were too much alike in that way, both incredibly stubborn. A few minutes later, Dean heard a different voice, urging both of them to calm down or else. Suddenly he heard someone coming up the stairs, angrily stomping his feet. Then a door slammed. The yelling had stopped. Dean figured he could just go back to sleep, but he was worried about his brother. He yawned and managed to drag himself out of bed. He then opened his door, vaguely aware of his father and Bobby discussing something downstairs. He made his way to Sam’s room. Well, it wasn’t really Sam’s room. It was more like a guest room in Bobby’s house. Dean didn’t knock; he just opened it quietly and walked in. Sam was sitting on his bed, reading something on a piece of paper. His hands were shaking slightly. He didn’t look at his brother.
“Sammy?” Dean said, unsure if this was a very good idea. Sam didn’t answer. He kept on staring at the paper, as though he was in a trance. Dean wondered what was written on it. He wondered if it had anything to do with what the fight had been about.
“Sam, what the hell is wrong with you two? You’re always at each other’s throats. Mind telling me what’s going on?” Dean continued. Sam finally seemed to notice that Dean was in the room. His brown eyes were cold. It was funny to Dean that he and his brother looked almost nothing alike. Sam, at eighteen, was very tall and somewhat scrawny, with floppy brown hair and matching brown eyes. Dean, at fifteen, already had the build of an adult. His eyes were green, and his hair was a sandy blond color. Although he was considerably shorter than his older brother, he was almost positive that he could win a fight against him.
“It’s complicated, Dean.” Sam said indifferently. He stood up and put the piece of paper on his beside table.
“Don’t do that to me, Sam! It’s bad enough that Dad treats me like a child, even though I’ve been able to single-handedly shoot a rifle since I was seven! Dad won’t answer any of my questions.” Dean muttered, running a hand through his short hair.
“Maybe that’s because it’s none of your business?” Sam replied dryly. He gave Dean an intimidating stare, beckoning him to leave the room. But Dean wouldn’t have any of it. Although they were close, Sam irritated him to no end with his superior attitude. Every school they’d been to, Sam had been the one getting straight A’s. His teachers would try to reach John, to tell him how ‘wonderfully gifted’ Sam was. John didn’t give a rat’s ass. Which is why Dean never tried in school. He knew it was a waste. He didn’t need school. His life was already planned out. He was to follow in his father’s footsteps. The only reason Dean even went to school was because it gave the impression that he was a normal teenager. Plus, there were a lot of hot girls he wanted to hook up with.
“Let me see that.” Dean ordered, pointing to the paper Sam had just been reading. Sam ignored him. He started going through his drawers, pulling out random articles of clothing and throwing them on his bed. Dean hoped he wasn’t planning on running away. When Sam’s head was turned, Dean sprang into action. He grabbed the paper and ran out of Sam’s room. He heard Sam swear behind him and kept running, clutching the paper. He ran down the stairs and past John and Bobby, who were sitting in the kitchen.
“Dean? What do you think you’re – “He heard Bobby yell, but he kept going. He ran outside, where it was pouring rain. He stuffed the paper in his pocket and made his way to Bobby’s shed, a place he’d been before. He always went there when he needed to be alone. He slammed the door behind him and locked it. There was no way Sam would find him here. He sat down on the dirty floor and pulled the paper from his pocket. Dean’s heart was racing. He was definitely going to get a beating from Sam when he went back inside. But what he read made him want to stay in the shed all day.
“You’re going to STANFORD?” Dean yelled as he entered Sam’s room a few hours later. Sam jumped up; he’d been lying on his bed, reading a book. He’d clearly calmed down since this morning’s quarrel. He didn’t even look angry at Dean. Instead, his eyes were full of pity. Dean crumpled the letter up, and threw it at Sam’s face. Sam flinched, and stood up. He looked like he was about to say something, then stopped himself. Dean kept going.
“You got this letter in JUNE, Sam! Why the hell didn’t you tell me about this? This is why you and Dad have been fighting, isn’t it?” Dean yelled angrily.
“Dean, I didn’t tell you because I was afraid that you’d tell Dad.” Sam pointed out. “But he found out anyway. I applied in January. You gotta believe me Dean; I never thought they would even consider me. But then I got this letter. And I did a good job of keeping it hidden until Dad found it a few weeks ago. Which is when the fighting started.”
“I can’t believe this! Are you actually planning on going? Because Dad will seriously disown you. He should have disowned you a long time ago, actually. Remember when you said you preferred school to hunting? I don’t think he talked to you for a week! And he was right!” Dean yelled to mask his sadness. Truthfully, he couldn’t imagine life without Sam. He didn’t want Sam to leave. When he imagined his future, Sam was always in it, hunting evil all over the country in a bad-ass car with him. But now Sam wanted a normal, geeky, college life? Dean couldn’t think of anything more stupid.
“Dean, frosh week starts tomorrow. I’m going.” Sam said matter-of-factly. Dean suddenly understood why he’d been throwing clothes on his bed earlier. He was packing. “Dad can’t stop me.”
“I can! How are you going to pay for this?” Dean exclaimed.
“Full scholarship.” Sam replied.
“Did you ever think about Dad, about me?” Dean asked quietly. He hated showing his emotions. He didn’t want to sound like a girl.
“You’ll be okay, Dean. Dad always liked you better anyway.” Sam smirked, but Dean saw a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“How are you going to pull this off, Sam?” Dean wondered.
“I’ll figure something out. I’m gonna miss you though, little brother. But I’m not going to miss this life. If Dad cares about me, he’ll understand.” Sam tried to ruffle Dean’s hair, but he ducked out of the way. Dean left his room, slamming the door behind him. He completely agreed with his father in this situation. Sam was an idiot.
Late that night, Dean heard light footsteps. His father and Bobby were asleep. Sam wasn’t. He heard him walking down the stairs. It sounded like he was lugging a suitcase. Sam gently shut the door downstairs, and Dean heard his footsteps outside. He heard a car start. A few minutes later, Sam was gone. A tear made its way down Dean’s cheek and he brushed it off angrily. No more girly moments. Sam was gone. His older brother, the one person he looked up to, was gone. Dean hoped that he would never come back.
funsportschick - September 16, 2009 01:03 AM (GMT)
October 28th 2005 - Chapter 2
Once again, Dean Winchester found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Presently, he was fighting off a 6’5, floppy haired geek, who also happened to be his brother. Dean grunted, and felt strong arms push him down to the floor. When the initial shock wore off, he found himself looking up at Sam Winchester’s surprised face. Sam let go of his brother, and Dean took this opportunity to throw him on the floor. Sam tried to fight back once he lay on the ground, but Dean had him firmly pinned down.
“Whoa, easy, tiger!” he said, chuckling.
“Dean? You scared the crap out of me!” Sam exclaimed.
“That’s because you’re out of practice. And old.” Dean stated and chuckled some more. In the blink of an eye, he found himself pinned down by Sam. “Or not. Get off me!” he ordered. This wasn’t how he’d pictured his reunion with Sam. But then again, he was partly at fault. It hadn’t exactly been the smartest idea to wait until nightfall, sneak into Sam’s apartment and proceed to jump him as soon as he entered the living room.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked, running his hands through his hair. He let go of Dean, and stood up. Dean sat up and looked at his older brother. He didn’t look so much like a geek anymore. He looked even taller than the last time Dean had seen him, and it looked as though he’d been working out. His hair was the same, but that was about it. Even his face looked different, more angular somehow.
“Well, I was looking for a beer.” Dean stated, standing up.
“What.The Hell. Are you doing here?” Sam asked once more, enunciating every word. He didn’t look very happy.
“Okay, okay. We need to talk.” Dean told him, feeling very much like the younger brother he was.
“The phone?” Sam said, raising an eyebrow.
“Would you really have picked up if I’d called?” Dean snapped. He’d actually tried calling Sam. He drew the line at calling someone over twenty times in forty-eight hours. He remembered when Sam had promised that he’d secretly keep in touch with Dean, when he’d left for Stanford five years ago. So much for keeping that promise.
“Sam?” A voice said, and both brothers turned around. A pretty blonde girl, not wearing much clothing, stood there looking puzzled. Dean immediately assumed that Sam had had a one night stand, which wasn’t very Sam-like. In fact, it was more like something Dean would do, and had been doing. He was a little shocked when Sam introduced the girl as his girlfriend, Jessica. He was impressed. Jessica was definitely a looker.
“Let me tell you something, you are way out of my brother’s league.” Dean told her after complimenting her on her Smurfs t-shirt.
“Right. How old are you, Dean?” Jessica grinned.
“He’s nineteen.” Sam grumbled.
“Twenty!” Dean protested, a little hurt. Sure, he hadn’t gotten so much as a birthday email from Sam, but it wasn’t like him to forget a birthday.
“Anyway, I need to borrow your boyfriend for a few minutes. Just some family business.” Dean smiled at Jessica, and then looked over at Sam. Sam looked back at him coldly. He wasn’t trying very hard to make Dean feel welcome. After five years, he hadn’t even gotten a “How are you, little brother?”
“No.” Sam said firmly. He put an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders. “Whatever you need to say, you can say it in front of Jess.”
“Fine.” Dean agreed, rolling his eyes. He prepared himself. He wanted to see Sam’s reaction when he mentioned the word ‘dad’.
“Dad’s on a hunting trip. He hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean told his brother, enjoying every moment of this. He could practically hear Sam’s teeth gritting.
“Jess, would you excuse us?” Sam said politely. He then grabbed his younger brother’s arm and dragged him out of the apartment.
“Get off me!” Dean protested for the second time that night.
“Dean, if this is some kind of sick joke, I swear to god…”Sam started angrily.
“It’s not, Sam! I can’t reach dad, and I’m getting worried. Plus, he left a job for me. I have no idea where the old man disappeared to, but trust me; I don’t think this is funny either. “
Something about the urgency in Dean’s tone convinced Sam, and for the first time that night, he smiled at his little brother.
“It sure is good to see you, even though you almost gave me a freakin’ heart attack.” Sam grinned at Dean.
“Your girlfriend’s hot. You planning on breaking up with her soon?” Dean smirked. Sam just laughed.
“You said dad left you a job? Since when do you go hunting alone?” Sam inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“Dude, I’m twenty. I’ve been taking care of myself since you left.” Dean stated proudly.
“Listen, Dean. I can’t help you with this. I have a life here, with Jessica…I have a job interview tomorrow…I like this.” Sam said, not daring to look into his brother’s eyes.
Dean cocked an eyebrow at his older brother.
“When did you become such a little bitch?” Dean asked him, frustrated.
“Excuse me?” Sam scoffed. “Dean, we haven’t seen each other in five years! Now you expect me to drop everything and go with you? “
“I guess not.” Dean muttered. “I hope you have a great life, Sam. With the house, the girlfriend, the dog, the perfectly trimmed lawn.”
“That’s not fair, Dean. You’re still young, you could have this to! Dad doesn’t have to control you – “
“Screw you!” Dean spat at him, walking away. “You know, you really suck as a brother Sam.” He added, as an afterthought. He knew it was an immature, petty comment but he couldn’t help it.
Less than twenty minutes later, Sam was standing next to Dean, looking mildly apologetic.
“I gotta hand it to you Dean, this car is pretty amazing.” He smiled sheepishly. Dean had been inspecting the trunk when he’d showed up. Although Dean was extremely proud of his 1967 Chevy Impala, he shrugged off the compliment.
“Are you here to tell me about the benefits of a college education?” Dean mumbled, closing the trunk. He glanced at Sam, who looked awkward, like he was trying to figure out the right thing to say.
“Not exactly. I just told Jess that you needed me, and that I’d be back in a few days.” Sam said nonchalantly.
“And she bought it?” Dean asked. Sam nodded.
“So she doesn’t know? About me and dad?” Dean asked, curious.
“Well, I don’t really like to broadcast that kind of stuff, Dean. I’m a normal guy around here, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
This made Dean angry for some reason.
“So what happens if you marry her? What if she asks you how mom died? What if she ever wants to meet dad?” He hissed.
“Could you keep your voice down? What are you getting at, exactly?” Sam looked puzzled. He also looked paranoid, even though it was late at night, and the street they were on was deserted.
“I just think that if you love her, you should be honest with her.” Dean finally said. Damn it. That sure as hell sounded like a chick flick moment, and he hated chick flick moments.
“I’ll keep that in mind. So where are we headed?” Sam asked, changing the subject.
“Jericho. I’ll drive.” Dean told him.
“Oh, and Dean? Sorry about earlier.” Sam said.
“Whatever.” Was Dean’s reply as he entered the car. But he was smiling.
dmartins - September 16, 2009 02:30 AM (GMT)
i love it! please continue. :) great idea to post this story! :)
singleminded - September 16, 2009 06:56 AM (GMT)
Hey, love the update! I can't wait to read where this is going :D
supernaturalfreak8 - September 16, 2009 10:36 AM (GMT)
so I'm guessing Stanford isn't in California in this fic like it is in real life....I like it :). I love reading fics about Sam being the older brother instead of Dean, makes things more interesting. I love it so far :D.
Angel325girl - September 16, 2009 11:08 AM (GMT)
Oh, I like it so far. Dean is so funny as always. My favorite line was
"When did you become such a little bitch?" Even as the younger brother. Yeah...lol
Can't wait for more!
funsportschick - September 16, 2009 03:59 PM (GMT)
|so I'm guessing Stanford isn't in California in this fic like it is in real life...|
Oops! I meant to write Jericho, not California :P
Thanks for pointing that out!
Thanks for the feedback, another update coming soon!
supernaturalfreak8 - September 16, 2009 07:33 PM (GMT)
|QUOTE (funsportschick @ Sep 16 2009, 11:59 AM)|
|so I'm guessing Stanford isn't in California in this fic like it is in real life...|
Oops! I meant to write Jericho, not California :P
Thanks for pointing that out!
Thanks for the feedback, another update coming soon!
no problem ;).
I'm looking forward to the next update :D.
funsportschick - September 22, 2009 01:19 AM (GMT)
New update soon...I'm almost done! Thanks for your patience :)
funsportschick - October 29, 2009 08:06 PM (GMT)
NEW UPDATE! YAY! Finally I've had time to finish it...So tell me what you think! I'm debating whether I should follow the series, or just create a whole new storyline...let me know!
“Dean, check it out.” Sam pointed to an army of police cars located on the bridge he and Dean were about to cross. Yellow caution tape and a beat up car indicated that the bridge was now a crime scene. Dean stopped the Impala and looked through the glove compartment. He found two fake FBI badges and handed one to Sam.
“You coming?” He asked nonchalantly, stepping outside the car. For a split second he was worried that Sam wouldn’t approve, that he would shake his head, mumble about how illegal this was, and stay in the car. Dean was relieved when he heard his brother’s footsteps behind him. They approached the first cop that they saw.
“Who are you?” the policeman asked, noticing their car and casual clothing.
“Federal Marshalls,” Sam replied, without a flicker of doubt. Dean looked at him and raised an eyebrow. For someone who was out of practice, Sam sure did remember what a hunter’s job entailed. He looked at the policeman, who was trying to decide whether he should take them seriously.
“You two are a little young for Marshalls, aren’t you?” He replied testily.
“Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.” Dean grinned, and kept going before the policeman could ask any more questions. “You folks had another one, just like this, a few weeks back. Correct?” Now it was Sam’s turn to look surprised. Twenty year old Dean had been so well trained by his father that when he needed to, he could look and act with the authority of a thirty year old Federal Marshall.
“That’s correct. A few miles back.” The policeman stated. Dean approached the victim’s car and inspected the blood stains. Sam asked the policemen a few more questions as Dean looked around the car. The victim was a teenage boy named Troy, and he had no other connections to the other victims besides the fact that they were all men.
“So what’s the theory?” Sam finally asked.
“Seriously, we don’t know. Serial murders, a kidnapping ring, anything!” The policeman stated.
“Well, that's exactly the kinda crack police work I'd expect outta you guys.” Dean replied, and felt a sharp pain in his foot. He winced as Sam removed his foot from Dean‘s.
“Gentleman.” Sam politely waved, and walked off towards the impala. Dean followed suite. Once there, he slapped his brother across the head.
“Dean! What the hell!” Sam exclaimed, rubbing his head and entering the car.
“Why did you step on my foot?” Dean demanded, starting the car. He wasn’t exactly angry, he just didn’t like being told what to do. Well, that was an understatement. Dean did what he wanted, no questions asked.
“You can’t talk to cops like that!” Sam replied.
“Oh, please Sam, they have no idea what they’re doing. We’re the only two people that have a slight idea of what’s going on, and if we’re gonna find dad, we’re going to have to do a better job than Starsky and Hutch over there.”
Sam didn’t reply. He instead checked his phone and started furiously texting someone.
Neither of them noticed the policemen taking down their license plate number.
“Well, that was a big pile of useless.” Dean stated, waving goodbye to the two teenage girls that he’d just drank herbal tea with. He practically started gagging at the thought of it. The things he did for chicks. And important information, of course.
“It wasn’t that bad, Dean. At least we have a lead.” Sam told him, pointing to the newspaper article in his hand. They were leaving the diner where they’d met with Amy, the latest victim’s girlfriend, and one of her friends. She’d told them about an urban legend that involved a woman who committed suicide after her children had drowned in a bathtub in 1981. According to the two girls, the woman’s spirit now haunted random hitchhikers.
“Maybe we should get a hotel room.” Dean suggested. They’d have time to do research.
“Or maybe we should go check out that bridge. The cops aren’t there anymore, not at this hour.”
“Who are you, and what have you done with uptight Sam Winchester?” Dean mocked his older brother, and tossed him his keys.
“Shut up, jerk. Why are you letting me drive?” Sam inquired, puzzled. As far as he knew, Dean never let anyone even think of driving the car.
“I’m tired. That herbal tea made me sleepy.” He pretended to yawn, and got in the passenger seat. The truth was, Dean had missed Sam. A lot. And letting him drive the most kick ass car on the planet meant that he might stay with Dean a little longer.
dmartins - October 30, 2009 11:12 PM (GMT)
oh dude! i love the recent chapter! it is very good! please continue the series! :)
supernaturalfreak8 - October 31, 2009 04:36 PM (GMT)
I wonder how you're gonna make things differently than on the show :). Great update!
deanslittleangel666 - October 31, 2009 05:09 PM (GMT)
I'm Liking this fic.... i think you should carry on with the season.
Cant wait for the next update!!