Title: "The Worst Hunt"
Description: 3 weeks later....
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 9, 2006 06:20 AM (GMT)
Hey out there!
One of our fellow fanfic friends, maria noel, has come up with a story, and I (Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5) am writing it, adding small modifications here and there. Shortly, I will post the small introduction to her episode, Titled "The worst hunt", and soon following will be the 1st chapter.
As long as someone is reading and reviewing, she will continue to move the story along, and I will continue to write and post it, and so the chapters will go on, hopefully untill we finish. :)
The story takes place after Devil's trap...It's her version of what could happen after. That's all I'll say for now. ;) :)
Please, read and review, ttfn!
samdean4567 - July 9, 2006 06:43 AM (GMT)
Sounds Good :)
Hope you post it soon!! :D
aworland - July 9, 2006 11:46 AM (GMT)
sounds good plz start soon
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 9, 2006 11:47 PM (GMT)
This is the start of maria noels story, as titled by her...I hope you enjoy it, please don't be shy on telling us what you think. We'd love to know. TTFN
“The Worst Hunt”
Sam blinked his eyes, trying to regain his focus. He could just barely make out the bloody figure beside him. ‘Oh god, dad....’ Sam thought. He meant to say it verbally, but his eyes were the ones that spoke. Sam turned his neck ever the slightest and his eyes welled up with hot tears.
His father, John, lay motionless, slumped beside him in the crumpled impala. ‘What have I done?’ Sam asked himself. But his painful thoughts and overwhelming guilt were quickly replaced with loud sirens and flashing lights.
An ambulance screeched up to the scene. Four or five paramedics rushed out and gathered around the broken lives of the Winchesters. They didn’t move though, the men in white just stood there, as if waiting for something.
They all stood in shock, with such sorrowful expressions hung on their faces. One was shaking his head and another, a rookie, was close to crying. They exchanged glances and one spoke, but from inside the car only muffles could be heard.
Then, a fire truck and 2 police cars roared around into sight.
“Stand back! Stand back!” A police man jumped out of his car and came over to the shattered black impala, circling it, examining it carefully. “Ok, here fellows.”
The police man motioned for 3 firemen to come over. “Cut ‘er open here. Be careful, this ones awake.”
The 3 firemen went to work. After what felt like a lifetime to Sam, they managed to get the drivers door off, being careful not to disturb Sams position.
“Hey,” A fireman tried to get Sams attention, but Sams consciousness was waining. “hey, hey...I’m Craig, that’s my partner Brad over there, and Steven. We’re here to help you ok?”
Sam tried to nod but his head just fell forwards and Craig caught it.
“Hey, get the paramedics over here stat!” Craig yelled over his shoulder, then turned back to Sam, “Just hang on.”
He was so close to him, yet all Sam could hear was muffled sounds and dim lights moving across his closed eyes. He was so tired. Sam didn’t want to think, it hurt to much, so he let the cool dark consume him, and everything calmed.
While two paramedics tended to Sam, four more went to check on the other two passengers. Once Sam was out on a gurney they were able to reach John, who was still unconisous and bleeding heavily. Looking over the extent of his wounds, a paramedic shifted him out, and placed him on a gurney as well.
Out of the corner of his eye, the paramedic had seen Dean. He lay, as he had the moment the bent car had stopped. Silent, sad, and broken. But something more urgent caught the paramedics attention...Dean wasn’t breathing. He reached back and felt for Deans pulse. Nothing...
“Oh shit..oh shit, oh shit! I need a gurney over here! Bring a mask! Hurry!” The paramedic screamed at the rest of his team. Ignoring procedure, he climbed out of the front of the car and wrenched the back door open. He caught Dean as he slumped out and despite Deans obvious chest wound, he started CPR on Dean then and there. Trying to breath life back into him, pump after pump went through Deans broken body.
“Breath damnit.” The paramedic keep pumping. “Breath.”
Then a quiet wheezing sound could be heard emitting from Dean. Two more paramedics rushed over with a gurney and a oxygen pump, and placed it over Deans mouth, pumping more air into his tired and collapsing lungs.
Dean couldn’t make out anything, just the fact that fresh cool air was filling his lungs, and he didn’t need to use any energy. His eyes were still closed, and that suited him fine, it hurt just lying there. The pain overwhelmed Dean and soon his consciousness left him again. As he freely let the weightlessness feeling of no control consume him, the pain eased instantly.
Well hope this has interested you.. :P Hope to hear from some of you. :)
Eyelyo - July 9, 2006 11:49 PM (GMT)
I'll say I'm interested! I wasn't breathing myself, hoping Dean would live! :lol:
Can't wait to read more!
JHNNangel13 - July 10, 2006 12:02 AM (GMT)
I am definately interested so you better update soon!!!!!!!!!! Wow, that's a great start...more, more, MORE! :P
sxybabe2_143 - July 10, 2006 11:18 AM (GMT)
i'm so interested....cant wait for more.
lcaron3 - July 10, 2006 05:50 PM (GMT)
Intense and very interesting, please write more soon.
motorgirl - July 10, 2006 07:41 PM (GMT)
i am intrested in more. Plez update soon!
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 11, 2006 03:41 AM (GMT)
That's good that yer all interested :) lol. I hope to update with in the next 2 days. :)
Thanks for reading and reviewing. :)
maria noel - July 11, 2006 04:03 AM (GMT)
I´m glad that you all like it!!!
Updating it´s a bit complicated because the wonderful and kind Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5
has to beta every chapter, and I tell you , understanding my poor english it´s not easy.
Thanks all and keep reading and reviewing.
Maria NoelIf you don´t want to look page after page for a chapter there is a link to fanfiction.net
aworland - July 11, 2006 06:19 AM (GMT)
That was really good plz add some more soon
can't wait to see what happens
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 13, 2006 04:32 PM (GMT)
Alright, well...I finished chap one. Took me awhile I know :P. I was up till past 1 am last night finishing it so I hope it's alright..and I hope yer all happy lol. As soon as I was done the chap I sent it to maria noel. Now I'm just waiting to see if she approves (or not.) O_O :P
Shouldn't be to much more of a wait. Thanks for your patients! :)
hotbrothers - July 13, 2006 05:56 PM (GMT)
more, more, i want more *hotbrothers throws tantrum*lol
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 13, 2006 11:24 PM (GMT)
Hey, here's chap. one. :) Hope you all enjoy... let us know! cheers!
-The Worst Hunt-
--------------3 weeks later-------------
It all passed so slowly, and yet, so fast at the same time. Dean had spent a week in a coma because of a concussion from impact in the crash and the massive blood loss, due to the torture that had taken place in the cabin.
Deans many other injuries: 4 broken ribs, temporary heart failure, and critical lung problems, kept him in UCI for another week after he came out of is coma.
Sam suffered from a broken left arm and a mild concussion. Physically he was better then his older brother, but mentally, he wasn’t sure. All the mistakes he thought he’d made, kept playing his mind, taking him deeper and deeper into a state of absolute shock.
“My plans for you Sam,” The Demon sneered, “and all the children like you.”
That was all Sam heard. No beeping of Deans monitor, no chirp of birds, no squealing of gurney wheels...just that. It was eating at him like acid from the inside. He wanted to run, to leave, it was the only way to save his family. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave Dean in his weak, vulnerable state. Besides, it was his fault that Dean lay, painfully still in his hospital bed.
Peaceful wasn’t the word to describe his older sibling right now. Dean looked so...Sam hated to think it but, ghostly. Even though Dean was asleep, a pained expression lingered on his face. Like a bad dream, a nightmare. Nothing about Dean was peaceful right now. The paleness and sad expression, had ‘ghost’ written all over it.
Sam sighed and closed his eyes, trying to ease them from the twisted visions in front of him. But he was only met with more the moment his eyes closed. The crash flashed in his mind, as did the screeching of tires and the smell of burnt rubber. Sam shook his eyes open and rubbed his face in frustration.
He hadn’t slept since the crash, if you can call being unvolintary unconscious “sleeping”. Drugs didn’t help either, they made everything more vivid once he shut his eyes. There was no escaping his guilt, so Sam did the only thing he could: sit, wallow, and wait.
It felt almost like Deja vu. Everything was repeating itself , at least that’s what it felt like to Dean anyway. The beeping, the throbbing pain, the silence and awkward moments that passed like molasses between him and his younger sibling. All of it had happened before and kept happening again.
It was getting beyond annoying and extremely unbearable. Yet still, Dean lay, with the silent ghost of his brother, unwillingly and slowly but surely, healing.
Dean knew ways to keep from healing, and ways of staying in the god-forsaken building of diseases and white, but he found he didn’t have to will power to hurt that way anymore.
He tried at first...to stop it. He wouldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t take the drugs. Hell, he’d get out of bed in the middle of the night and walk the halls aimlessly, just so he wouldn’t have to leave. Just so Sam wouldn’t leave. But now, with the look he had, and the strength he seemed to lack...one almost could say he didn’t care anymore.
Sam got on his case more then once about those stupid actions, leaving Dean to sulk in his room. At first Sam just thought Dean wanted more attention, from the cute nurses and all that, but soon Sam came to realize, it was something more..something deeper then that.
If their father had left the hospital without a word, it probably would have been better, but as fate had it, he didn’t.
Once John had regained consciousness from the crash, he called Sam in. John didn’t ask a single thing about Dean what-so-ever, just confessed to Sam, with tears in his eyes, that everything that The Demon said was true, and then was gone the next day. No indication to where he was going, why he left, how to contact him, no ‘good-bye sons, take care, I love you’...nothing. Just left.
Sams relieved expression, when Dean awoke from his coma, couldn’t conceal that he held this truth of that conversation 3 weeks ago.
This information, once shared, didn’t help Deans mental state anymore then it helped Sams. They didn’t talk for hours on end. Both sat, silent and drowning in eaches own tormenting thoughts.
Right now, out of boredom, Deans thoughts had come to lay on another painful subject. He was mixed between kicking the crap out of something and crying. His precious impala had been totaled in the crash, and they hadn’t been able to salvage any of it. It tore Dean apart to think what scrap metal place it must have came to rest in. In a pile with all the ordinary, regular rusted and dented piles of useless materials they used to call cars. What a cruel fate for his baby.
“Hey, dude,” Sam said, trying to get his older brothers attention, “I was talking to you.”
Dean was snapped out of his crazed trance and snapped his head towards Sam. “What? Oh yea, I totally agree.”
Sam gave Dean a disbelieving look. “You’re agreeing that you need to buy a little Japanese car?”
“What?” Dean asked in shock. Sam had an uncanny ability to know what Dean was thinking, and to either bring it up in conversation, or act on it. But being the younger of the two, Sam didn’t always get what Dean wanted to do right on the dot. He couldn't believe Sam had even MENTIONED getting another car so soon. “No.” Was Deans final answer.
This being one of the only light hearted moments the two had shared in a long time, Sam felt it appropriate to laugh.
Dean scoffed, “It’s not funny.”
Sam just sat there smiling from ear to ear with his arm crossed and shook his head.
After the moment passed and Sam settled down, both felt the harsh reality of their situation weigh down on their tired shoulders once more. Neither wanting to endure anymore, Dean spoke...
“Ok, that’s it. Help me out of this bed.” Dean motioned as he attempted a sitting position in his tight cot.
Sam sprang to Deans aid, “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked in apprehension, and at the same time giving Dean a hand.
“I wanna go bungee jumping,” Dean answered sarcastically. Sam shot him a look. “Hey, I haven’t seen the sky for over 3 weeks now. I want to get out. Why don’t you try lying on your back with no hot chick beside you and no coffee for that long, and see how you turn out, hm?” Dean snapped.
“Ok, ok, point taken.” Sam sighed and helped Dean out of bed the rest of the way.
“Get my clothes will ya? I don´t wanna leave looking like this. The ladies out there need a handsome well dressed hunter not a pale hospital ghost in this shit.” Dean said, searching the room for his clothes.
Sam thought that was the most accurate description of his brothers appearance at the moment but he would never allow himself to said it a loud.
So Sam gathered the clothes Sam had brought him. The ones from the crash were torn and bloody, not to mention cut up when they had him in emergency.
After a most painful time, Dean was finally dressed.
“Where are you going?” Dean asked curiously.
“To get you a wheel chair.” Sam answered, half way out the door.
“No, no. I don’t need it.” Dean started for the door.
“Dean, I really think you should-”
“I don’t..need it.” Dean said defiantly.
Sam saw the look on his brothers face and gave up. With a heavy sigh Sam walked over and put his arm over Dean, around his shoulders. At first Dean resisted, but the look Sam shot him made Deans arm fall limp and he let Sam lead him out of the room.
The two hobbled awkwardly along the corridor until they came to a hallway desk. Sam leaned Dean against the nearby wall, as he didn’t want to be seen by other men in his pale and weak state, and Sam got permission for them to walk the halls.
Walking. That was the only relatively “fun” thing Dean could do in that freaking hospital, since none of the nurses were female on his floor. Dean thought that it was something that Sam had arranged with his doctors in order to let Dean heal without distractions. ‘How brotherly of him.’ Dean thought sarcastically.
“Yay, I get to go for a walk. Oh, please take me to the park. Won’t you?” Dean asked sarcastically in a childs voice as Sam returned.
“Shut up. This was your idea.” Sam hissed, as he took his brothers arm to support him so they could walk together without Dean falling over. “Actually...yes, yes we can go to the park.”
Dean looked at Sam. “What’d you have to do to get that?” Dean winked at Sam and looked back at the male nurse at the desk.
“Shut up.” Sam scoffed. “You can only go for 5 minutes.”
Dean chuckled, “Guess whatever it was you did...you weren’t good enough at it.”
Sam rolled his eyes and pulled him a little harder along the corridor. “Jerk.”
Dean couldn’t resist, “...Bitch.”
Dean didn’t show it, but he really did want to get out. The one thing he was best at though, besides hunting, was his sarcastic charm in any situation. Sam was getting annoyed with him so he thought he’d better shut up now. He wouldn't be able to make it to the park alone, and he didn’t want a male doctor or nurse to help him that’s was for sure, Sam was a better choice then any of them.
A few moments passed of Deans slight gasps and wheezes, and even though Sam was beside him, Dean could feel making-sure-he’s-ok glances from Sam every few secounds. It was almost worse then when he couldn’t see Sam at all and he’d breathed down Deans neck in worry. Enough was enough. Dean decided to break the brotherly checking-up-on-glances with, non other then...complaining.
“I get locked in a hospital bed for 3 weeks and get 5 minutes in a park not even 5 minutes away?” Dean asked annoyed, “What a rip off.” Dean glared.
“You know you’re lucky the doctors let you out at all.” Sam stated, who was now, to Deans relief, concentrating more on looking for the park entrance then Dean.
“Oh yea, and why’s that?” Dean asked, loosing his balance and stumbling over his own feet.
Sam caught him, “Because of that.”
Dean scrunched up his face in dismissal. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit Dean. You know you’re still weak and need medical attention. You’re lungs haven’t fully healed and your hearts still-”
“Don’t. Yes, I know. Now can you please take me to the damn park?” Dean snapped back.
Sam helped Dean to stand, and then to steady him as Dean held his breath and gripped his chest. Deans face twisted with the pain he felt sting his body, but Sam remained silent. He knew all to well that Dean didn’t like to be reminded when he was the damsel in distress, and he’d be damned to mention it again.
Dean did feel like shit though. His lungs probably the worst bit. They hungered for air but it was so difficult to breath, it was almost to painful to even try. With the short, shallow, heaving and gasping he had to do to get a breath, his chest tightened every time, making it even more agonizing. It affecting everything. Because of the lack of air, and the trying, it hurt his chest, as well as his already throbbing, oxygen starved head. It made it hard to stand, to keep standing. Everything was just plain painful.
What seemed like a life time later, the brothers reached the hospital park, which was two trees and a stone bench by the side of the main door.
The walk had taken a lot of Dean. With every step he took, he felt like he’d aged 20 years, so it roughly felt he was somewhere over 200 years now. His chest exploded with pain and under used muscles, so he sat on the bench to catch his breath.
Sam took a place beside him and watched as his older brothers hazel eyes closed from exhaustion. Sam hoped that Dean would be able to make it the whole 5 minutes and the journey back to his room, without passing out.
Sam looked at his brother again and thought that Dean was going to faint. Sam cursed himself as knew Dean hadn’t been ready for all the movement yet. ‘Damnit,’ thought Sam. ‘It’s always my fault.’
It had only been 2 minutes, not even, but Sam couldn’t take it any longer.
“Dean...” Sam held onto his brothers shoulder. “You don’t look so good.”
“Yea, well...” Dean wheezed, “That’s because I feel like shit.” His words were nearly more then a whisper and his eyes remained closed.
Sam was a little taken aback at Deans frankness at how truly felt. “I’m gunna go get you a wheelchair.” Sam said, it wasn’t a question. Sam waited for an answer, and what he got was Deans failing consciousness.
Dean could barely support himself now, but Sam had to get him back inside, and he couldn’t carry him, and Dean sure in hell couldn’t walk. Sam leaned Dean against the back of the bench and stood.
“I’m going inside to get some help and a wheelchair. Stay here ok? I’ll be right back.” Sam said to Deans pale body, hoping Dean could still hear him.
Sam rushed back into the hospital and shouted to the first nurse he saw.
“Please, I need a wheelchair now.”
“ Why? What’s wrong? Are you ok?” The nurse looked over Sam with concern.
“It’s not me, it’s my brother. He’s outside and needs medical attention now.” Sam said more urgently.
“Ok, take it easy. You say your brother is hurt?”
“No. Well yes,” Sam stumbled with his words, he was getting more anxious. “My brother is already a patient in this hospital. We were outside getting some fresh air and he started to feel sick. He needs help.”
“Alright, calm down.” The nurse hushed Sam and then grabbed a wheelchair from a back room. “Now, where did you say he was?’
Sam quickly guided her to the outside park, and was met with something much worse then a pale, half dead Dean.
“Where is he?” The nurse asked, looking around. “I don’t see him.”
Sam nearly swallowed his heart then and there. He was gone. Dean was gone.
“Maybe another nurse took him back to his room already?” She asked, trying to give reason to the madness.
“No, they would of had to pass us. We were in the main hall way. This is the closest door.” Sam stammered, running his hands through his hair in shock and horrific confusion.
No. He couldn’t have gotten up and walked away. Sam knew Dean hated the hospital but even Dean couldn’t fake something that real.
“Dean?!” Sam started to yell out of instinct.
“Hey, whoa there.” The nurse tried to cover up Sams mouth. “Sh! You can’t yell, you’re in a hospital.” She said harshly.
Sam wanted to yell at her and ask her if she knew what it was like to suddenly lose their only sibling . But he held his tongue and tried to think of where Dean could have gone.
“Maybe someone saw where he went off to.” The nurse tried to give an explanation again. “I’ll go and ask around.” She turned to leave, and Sam quickly followed at her heels.
Sam started to ask every passer by, while the nurse called over the P.A. system Deans fake hospital name. No response. Well, there were plenty of responses...plenty of: ‘No, I didn’t see him” and “No, I didn’t help anyone by that name” and the worst “Who’s that?”
Sam came to a grim conclusion: No, some one had to have taken him.
Soon the security guard for the hospital came, and he started asking Sam a serious of repetitive questions.
Yes, he´d been in a car crash three weeks ago but...
No, I don´t think he could escape...
Yes, 6´´ tall , green eyes...
No , he’s only got me.
His mind was racing, he barely heard the questions at all. He answered everything truthfully, except his name and the fact of their father. He had to be careful with the police into it now. They could screw the whole thing up. Whatever was happening that is.
Sam answered the questions over and over, and with every question came a flood of memories...
Flashbacks of their childhood, the hunting trips, the Demon talking to and torturing Dean, the crash, the damned hospital weeks, the last few days...the last few hours...the last few minutes......
The security guard promised migar attempts at trying to look for Dean, and passed their oh-so-meaningless and common “We’ll be in touch” line. Sam remembered Deans bleak outlook on cops and sighed now as he came to completely agree.
Over an hour and a half since Deans disappearance, still nothing.
Suddenly Sam´s cell phone rang....
To be continued
Nini8519 - July 14, 2006 04:18 AM (GMT)
Oh my god. I LOVE IT! Keep up the awesome work and post soon. I wasn't really expecting that twist! Ha ha ha :D
hotbrothers - July 14, 2006 01:40 PM (GMT)
OMG!!!!! whens the next one coming out HURRY :bang :bang
maria noel - July 15, 2006 10:30 PM (GMT)
thanks girls!! Next chapter ´ll be post very soon.
Please keep R&R !!
sxybabe2_143 - July 15, 2006 10:59 PM (GMT)
maria noel Posted on Jul 15 2006, 02:30 PM
| thanks girls!! Next chapter ´ll be post very soon.|
Please keep R&R !!
ummm..isnt this Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5's Fan Fiction....
maria noel - July 15, 2006 11:18 PM (GMT)
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 and me ( Maria Noel) are writing this story together.
My english isn´t good enough to write by myself this.
supernatural2222 - July 16, 2006 01:54 AM (GMT)
Really like this story! Wonder what happened 2 Dean :unsure:
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 16, 2006 04:14 AM (GMT)
And yes, just so it's a little more clear: This story idea, the plot, the characters (besides Dean and Sam of course...), all of it, is Maria Noels own imagination. I'm just the writer. :P I write what she gives me.
I'll hopefully have the 2nd chapter done by tomorrow, unfortunatly though, I won't be able to post right away, as I have to beta it to Maria Noel for her approval first. THEN it will be posted. :) So I'll letch'all know.
TTFN, cheers! :wave.
sxybabe2_143 - July 16, 2006 02:49 PM (GMT)
ooohhh.....sorry...i didn know.....well u guys a great..i love it.....
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 17, 2006 12:51 AM (GMT)
Thats quite alright sxybabe2 143. :) Thanks for R&R! I'm almost done the 2nd chap, soon it shouldn't be too much longer. ;)
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 20, 2006 04:32 AM (GMT)
The Worst Hunt
“Hello?” Sam asked, hesitant.
“Hi Sammy. How are you?” An unfamiliar voice replied softly.
“..Who is this?”
“I’m your new best friend, Pete.” The voice stated as matter-of-factly.
“Pete? I don’t know anyone named Pete.” Sam replied confused.
“Handsome Deany does.” Pete said darkly, “He knows me quite well.”
“What? Dean? You know my brother?” Sam asked instantly, curious as his insides twisted with renewed hope...and burning worry.
“Yes little Sammy. We were talking about you just a minute ago.”
There was silence and then Pete calmly spoke, “He really loves you...but do you love him?”
“If you touch one hair on my brother I’ll-” Sam began furiously, as he felt threatened, but was cut off.
“Oh c’mon Sammy. That was a very nasty thought you just had right there. I do believe you were a nice little boy.” Pete mocked darkly.
Sam bit his lip to keep from screaming into the phone, “What do you want?”
There came no reply, just staticy silence.
“My brother’s very sick. He needs medical attention and drugs for his heart. Please...” Sam begged, near tears, “What do you want?”
“Aw, little Sammy’s afraid of the dark and wants his teddy bear back.” Pete laughed into the phone.
Sam was feeling sick, this conversation was going nowhere. How did he even know Dean was still alive?
“I want to talk to Dean. I want to know that he’s ok.” Sam said, trying to hold back the threatening tears and sound strong.
“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that. Deany boy is taking a nap right now...we played a lot earlier.” Pete’s childish mocking tone echoed in Sams pounding ears. It was as if a child had Dean for ransom and Sam was completely at his mercy. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
“What did you do to him?! Leave him alone!” Sam yelled into the phone, loosing his temper. Again, no answer came from the other end of the phone, this lack of communication didn’t help Sams anger, but he was desperate now, “I’ll do what you want but leave my brother alone!”
“Now we’re talking.” Pete’s voice lightened immensely, “It’s very simple. You have something I want and I have something you want. What do you feel about an exchange?”
“But..I don’t have anything...” Sam said, trying to think.
“Sam, Sam, SAM. Think a bit harder.” Pete went quiet for a moment, giving Sam a chance to think. “Ok, lets play a game. I’m thinking about something that starts with CO and ends with LT...”
“The colt? But I don’t have it.” Sam said quickly, unable to stop himself. He was worried even more, now that he had nothing to bargain with, now that Pete knew as well. “My father took it when he left and I don’t know where he is now.”
“Sammy you are so boring! Think harder about this exchange and I’ll call you back.” *Click*
Unable to get a word out before the dial tone, Sam sat in the nearest chair, feeling extremely sick. He felt light headed from the held back tears and his throat burned from yelling. Emotionally exhausted, he laid his head on his knees and stuck his hands in his hair, holding his head.
Sam was overwhelmed. This was too much for him. Too much for his torn and tattered heart. His mothers death, a normal childhood stolen from him, any chance at a normal life dying with his girlfriend, his Dad getting possessed by the thing that’s tormented his family his whole life, The Demon in their Dads body torturing Dean, the crash, Dean in a coma, Dad leaving for the second time, Dean kidnapped without medical attention...and it was all his fault. All of it.
He was the cause of everything bad that’d happened to his family. All because he is weak, because he isn’t normal, because a demon wants his soul, and the fact that the Demon doesn’t care what he has to do to get it.
With all this, Sam was paralyzed. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t even move. So...he cried. His hands found their way from his dizzy head to his clammy, tense face, were he let the bitter tears freely fall from his sore, burning eyes into his empty hands.
Soon Sams moment of guilt stricken grief was interrupted by the helpful nurse from earlier that day.
“Sam?” The nurse approached him, concerned, “What happened sweetie?”
“I found my brother.” Sam half lied, gathering composure and gaining control of his emotions. “He’s with a friend of ours.”
“Stupid brother you have. Why didn’t he call you?” The nurse replied, a little repulsed by Deans actions, or lack there of.
“My brothers not stupid. He was just too tired to call me.” Snapped Sam.
“Ok, ok.” The nurse said, surrendering. “I’ll tell the guards you’ve found your brother.”
Sam was done crying. He was angry now. Angry with himself for being so stupid, so pathetic. He can’t help Dean crying and now is a most critical, if not THEE most critical time Dean needs him. Dean needs the smart Sam, not the sissy, weak, pathetic boy that had been crying his valuable time away, sitting there.
Think Sam, think!
Sam knocked his head with his plaster cast.
Sam took a deep breath, stood up and then fell again, back into the chair, as hopeless as ever. But, in that moment of pure hopelessness, came a loud military voice screaming in his mind: C´MON SOLDIER, YOUR BROTHER NEEDS YOU! YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN HELP HIM. C´MON YOU WUSS! STAND UP!
And like a man whose just had a gun shoved to his back, Sam stood.
NOW SOLDIER, YOU HAVE TO GO TO DEAN´S ROOM, RETRIEVE ALL HIS STUFF, GET ALL HIS NEEDED DRUGS AND THEN GO TO YOUR HOTEL ROOM. C´MON! GET TO IT!
He didn’t know how long he had until ‘Pete’ called back, so he ran. Sam ran and ran, all along the corridor.. With each stride his mind became clearer, and he could think and act again. With each step all his doubts left him, with each step one single thought became stronger and stronger, like an obsession: rescue Dean.
Dean needs you. He’s in pain because of you. He’s been kidnapped because of you. You did all of this to him, but now...you are his last hope.
Shortly, Sam entered Deans room and put all his things in a small bag, next he went in search of Deans doctor.
Once found, Sam lied to the doctor, telling him about a friend that had a private clinic and how it offered to do Deans rehab. But, they needed to know what kinds of drugs Dean was taking and needed a few samples of each as well.
To Sams good fortune and great relief, the doctor explained to him about the seven different types of drugs Dean was currently taking: three for his heart, two antibiotics and two more that Sam couldn’t remember what they were for (thankfully the bottles he was given had labels on them), and of course, the inhalers for Deans extremely damaged lungs.
Sam wrote it all down (just in case) in Deans journal, gathered his paper work, said his thanks and good-byes, and quickly made his way back to his hotel room.
Almost as soon as Sam walked in the door, he got sick. He rushed to the bathroom and threw up. As he sat there, still feeling rather nauseous from the recent events, he heard the thundering voice again...
C´MON SOLDIER! DON´T THROW UP! SOLDIERS DO WHAT THEY HAVE TO DO WITHOUT THINKING AND WITHOUT FEELING. YOU MUST FIGHT YOUR FEELINGS. YOU DON´T NEED A HEART NOW, YOU ONLY NEED YOUR BRAIN AND GUTS.
Sam left the bathroom, throwing his heart in the toilet, and choking down whatever else it was he didn’t get the chance to get out.
He dropped on the side of the bed, picked up the room phone, and dialed.
A voice began to speak...
“This is John Winchesters cell. If you need me, leave a message after the beep........As for my sons, I have only one now. One really let me down, and I have no use for him anymore. Good-bye Sam. *click*
The voice mail ended.
Sam sat there, stunned, in shock. But this was something to think about later, with Dean by his side. OR, even better; John Winchester is dead now for you Sam, concentrate on Dean, he’s your only family now.
Sam shook it off and picked up the phone again, dialed, and it rang.
Unfortunately, even though Bobby picked up, he told Sam he was up in Alaska on a hunting trip. He said the regular “Sorry I can’t help you, I’m always here though” speel, but that still left Sam right where he’d started, in desperation.
He grabbed their dads, now turned Deans, journal and called every seemingly, suitable, appropriate number in it he could find. Nothing. No one, not ONE could help him.
Sam stood abruptly, frustrated, aggravated and lost. He strained his aching head to think. Think, that’s what he had to do, and he couldn’t do it for the life of him. He couldn’t think...not even for the life of Dean.
In his agonizing circles around the room, the voice started again.
SOLDIER, DON´T GIVE UP. IF A FELLOW NEEDS HELP WE MUST HELP! WE DON´T LEAVE OTHER SOLDIERS BEHIND!
Then, it dawned on him. He rushed to the phone and quickly dialed.
“Hi, M-Missouri?” Sam stuttered.
“Well hi sugar.” Missouri’s voice beamed over the phone.
Sam half smiled, relieved to hear her cheerful from his call. “Uh, I...I was wondering if you could help me...”
“Oooh, hunny, you know I can’t meddle. And I can’t pull things out of thin air.”
“But I haven’t-” Sam started, confused.
“Sam, I’m a psychic, remember?”
Sam didn’t say anything for a moment, he felt kind of stupid, and if Missouri would have been there, she would have seen Sams bright red cheeks and the roll of his eyes.
“Well, you know everything that’s happened now, and no doubt you’ve heard about dad...”
“Yes...” Missouri replied solemnly. “Sometimes I just can’t understand that man..” She said thoughtfully, but more to herself then to Sam.
Sam tried to ignore the last part and continued, “And Dean...I need to find him but I-”
“Sam, I’ve told you. I can’t pull things out of thin air. And I certainly don’t have the colt. I haven’t spoken with your father since the time you boys came home to visit, and he most certainly hasn’t spoken to me.” Missouri said sadly.
Sam sat, hit by a wave of sadness, then refocused. “Have you..do you know anything about..” Sam couldn’t say his brothers name, it had become to hard. Every time he tried, it was as if it got stuck in his throat, but thankfully, he didn’t have to say it.
“Dean?” Missouri asked, innocently.
“Ya..” Sam swallowed his emotions.
“He is alive.”
Sam let go of the breath he’d been hanging on to and ran a hand through his hair, feeling relieved. But that was soon taken back.
“He’s alive but hunny....” Missouri paused, afraid to go on, and Sam listened intently as Missouri continued. “I..I’ve seen a lot of pain.”
Sam hushed his screams and bit his lip, a wave of adrenaline washed over him. No! He thought.
“I need to know where he is Missouri.” Sam said urgently, “Where is he?”
“I don’t....I can’t tell you...” Missouri said sadly....
“What?” Sam asked, surprised. “Why not?”
“Hunny, you must be strong now. Know that even in the darkness we can find the road to the light...But we need to have hope and faith in our hearts.” Missouri’s words were firm, not to mention confusing to Sam, but some how, still comforting. He didn’t give any indication to Missouri about that part though, he just got frustrated and sarcastic with her.
“Pretty...but that doesn’t help!” Sam’s voice boomed. “I don’t understand Missouri.”
“Not now,” Missouri said calmly, ignoring Sams frustrated outburst, “But you will. Remember them for the future. You will understand then.”
Sam let out a exasperated sigh, “Ok, thanks, you reeeaaally helped a lot.” He answered sarcastically, and started to hang up but heard her loud voice and snapped it back to his ear.
“Don’t you take that tone with me young man! Don’t you dare. You asked me for help, and I gave what I could.” Missouri reprimanded Sam furiously. “You must remember Dean. Dean is your future.” She finished when she calmed down.
“Of course he is, he’s my present and my past too.” Sam said, calming down.
“No Sammy. Your present isn’t Dean I’m afraid.”
“Again, what are you talking about?’ Sam asked, temper rising again. This was getting ridiculous.
“I must sound like an old loon just singing to the wind, but remember them Sam.” Missouri pleaded, “Please keep faith and hope in your heart and all will change. Bye sugar.”
Missouri hung up before Sam had a chance to respond again, and he didn’t understand a damn thing she said. How was this going to help? Then he remembered the last thing she said..something about faith and hope in his heart. Then he remembered his heart, the one he threw up in the toilet, the one he flushed and vowed not to use. He was already off to a rocky start.
Sam didn’t understand a single word of what Missouri had told him. That rubbish didn’t have any logic, or make any sense what-so-ever. Why? Why did it always have to be in the future? Why did it always have to be so friggin’ hard.
The youngest lay down on his bed, hopeless, helpless, utterly lost, and totally confused. Everything was so quiet. Even the military voice had subsided, or at least lay dormant for now. One might even say he missed it because he was completely alone now, and without an object to bargain with for Dean, Sam was overwhelmed by his thoughts.
In that moment of stinging silence Sam remembered what his father had done when Meg wanted the colt, he got a fake one. Sam could do that, he could buy a fake colt and...wait, his dad got captured and was beaten mercilessly after they found out it wasn’t real. Thinking twice Sam decided against it.
Perhaps the book on demonology that Bobby gave them could be traded to..no that would be stupid. Giving a clearly evil person the book on demons, yes that’s it Sam, give them ULTIMATE power over evil.
Sams cell phone went off, startling the focused Winchester. He picked it up, hesitant.
“Hello?” Sams unsteady voice echoed in the static phone.
“Hi Sammy boy, how are you? Even better, how's my colt?” Pete’s sarcastic tone shot through Sams cell. “You do have it...don’t you?”
Sam closed his eyes, feeling a wave of bitter sickness wash over him. “No....” Trying to buy time and think, Sam corrected himself, “Not yet.”
“I’m disappointed in you Sammy. Dean will be too. Especially now that the pain killers are wearing off.”
“I said not yet!” Sam repeated, almost shouting. “A friend is getting it for me.” Sam lied. “Please, I’ll give it to you, but leave my brother alone.”
“But then you’d never listen to me, would you Sammy?” Pete asked, knowing perfectly well that it was true. Dean was Sams reason to listen to him, and he wasn’t about to just leave a helpless hostage alone when he was getting what he wanted because the hostage WAS helpless, oh no, that’d just be silly.
Sam ignored this question, but knew, with a heavy heart, that both of them knew it was true. There was silence for a moment, while Sam sat and thought, he wanted his proof now.
“How do I know you’re not lying? I want to know Dean’s alive.” Sam said, calming his bubbling anger.
“Kay, hang on.”
Sam heard Pete leave the phone’s speaker, then, her heard another sound. A scream, it was pure agony, and it was Dean. It echoed into the phone, and took hold of Sams heart like a hand had just wrenched it from his chest and twisted it. Dean was so close yet so far away.
More screams and crys of pain emitted from Sams phone into his ear. All he could think about was that it was his fault. His own fault that this was happening to his older brother. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop! Stop it!” Sam screamed into the phone, furiously.
The screams stopped. “But Sammy,” Pete cooed, “you wanted to know your brother was alive.” He mocked.
Sam fell silent and bit his lip harshly as he tried to hold back his tears and gain composure again.
“If you want to see your dear brother alive, bring the colt to this address: 17 Park Avenue, the garage. You have till 9 o’clock.” *Click*
Sam screamed at the top of his lungs, making his hotel neighbors yell back at him. He calmed down, after throwing a few things across the room, and checked the time: 7 o’clock. It was that late already. He had 2 hours to find the colt and be at the garage. But where was it? Where was his...ex-father? He couldn’t even begin to look, there was no time. Sam sighed, frustrated and then decided his last, and only option was to buy a fake colt.
Sam knew it wasn’t a brilliant plan, and it would probably get him in serious shit, but that’s all fate had dealt him, and he had to play his hand.
The youngest Winchester pulled out a brown bag that had been hidden under his bed, and started collecting different weapons. It was a relief that after the crash, the police didn’t know about the secret compartment in the trunk, and Sam was able to retrieve all their undamaged, usable weapons before it was sent to a scrap metal disposal. As for the box of fake ID’s, a call to Bobby and they mysteriously disappeared from the police’s evidence storage room.
Sam grabbed a knife, a shot gun, and a few other essentials, put his jacket on and went outside to get a cab.
Half an hour later, Sam stood outside an antique shop, regaining control over his heart rate and prepared himself for what it was he had to do.
He took a long deep breath and mentally repeated: Dean needs you, Dean needs you...
He hated to do it, he hated to think of the scars he’d leave people, but it needed to be done. Sam placed a black mask over his head, took out the gun, and went in.
Screams would have been heard had anyone been around, but to Sams luck, no one came. He didn’t have enough money to buy a ‘real’ fake colt, so he asked as politely as a robber could.
Fifteen minutes to nine Sam arrived outside the garage on 17 Park Avenue, with the fake colt, breathing heavily behind a tree as he tried to come up with a plan if ‘Pete’ should fail on his part of the bargain.
Then the voice began to shout again:
SOLDIER! YOU ARE A SCREW UP! YOU DON´T KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE INSIDE, WHERE YOUR BROTHER IS, EVEN IF HE’S STILL ALIVE. HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET HIM OUT OF THERE WITH A FAKE COLT?!
It stopped suddenly when Sam heard footsteps.
“Sammy?” A voice asked.
Sam stepped out from behind the tree, bracing himself.
“Ah, it IS you Sammy boy.” A man of about 30 spoke, continued to walk closer with an eerie smile on his face. “You came early.”
“Are you Pete?” Sam asked firmly.
“Why yes, yes I am.” Pete nodded as his smile widened. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Sam sneered, he was tense and his temper was rising again. “I wish I could say the same thing.” Sam replied sarcastically.
“Ouch.” Pete placed a hand over his heart, sarcastically, “That hurt.”
“Where is my brother?”
“Oh hush now Sam. Don’t worry so much, he’s in good hands.” Pete smiled wickedly.
Sam’s anger took over and got the best of him. He lashed out and grabbed Pete, his broken arm in Pete’s torso, while the other held a knife to Petes neck.
“Where..is..my brother?” Sam asked again.
“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.” Pete said, giving Sam a disappointed look, “Don’t be stupid. You know the possessed aren’t afraid of knives.”
With a quick movement Pete hit Sam, who fell to the pavement with blood on his lips.
“Sam...” Pete bent over him, “Where is the colt? And I don’t mean that pathetic, rusted, old piece of junk you brought. The real one, where is it?”
“I’ve told you, my...” Sam hesitated to say it, “father has it.” Sam restated, brushing the blood of his lips and pushed back tears.
Pete saw the pain he was in, “Awww, Sammy boy, don’t cry. I’m gunna tell you a little secret.” Pete knelt down real close to Sams ear, “I didn’t want the colt....I wanted you.”
To be continued.
There. lol. what'd y'all think? (Sorry it took so long, hope it was worth the wait...)
maria noel - July 20, 2006 06:00 PM (GMT)
I hope you like chapter two :evil
Chapter 3 is coming very soon.
cutiedean - July 20, 2006 07:18 PM (GMT)
great update hurry and update soon
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 22, 2006 02:17 AM (GMT)
Hey out there.....
Maria Noel and I both feel...like no one is interested in our story. For the amount of work we both have to do to update and post.. we need a few more people to R&R...if that's possible. please?
Otherwise, we're afraid we'l probably stop posting.
Thanks to everyone who has R&R'ed though! hugs!
(P.s.-Do you guys think that you'd read it if the posts were shorter?.....)
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 23, 2006 08:24 PM (GMT)
Hello out there! *echoes*... Yes well.....anyways, for those you happen to come across this and read it Maria Noel ALMOST called it quits on here. Not cool! SO.....this is the new plan:
1) Maria Noel is going to post our fic in fanfiction.net.
2) I´m going to post chapter 3 on this site, and if no one.. or more like.. if no more then 3 people R&R, we won't be posting anymore chapters on this site and all will be going on fanfiction.net.
3)If anyone wants to know what´s going on with our fic, they could read it in fanfiction.net.
The title of the story will be the same etc. (Now, myself, I've never been on fanfic.net... so I can't tell you much else, Maria Noel would be able to though.)
WARNING!: If you do NOT like long supernatural stories... then perhaps this isn't the one for you. This fanfic is quite close to a short novel and has around 61 chapters in it. I don't know how long they will be, but thats the amount of chapters. This fanfic is not like a regular episode. It has more depth to it and MUCH more going on. More time goes by and more things happen. It is, of course, no less interesting then the shorter fanfics, if not MORE so. If you like longer stories, and things of the like, then please, read and review this story.
Maria and myself have put alot of effort to get this going, and KEEP it going (untill the end), so please, tell us what you think.
There, I think I've said my piece. And whatever I have failed to mention, I'm sure Maria Noel will be on here to say it. :) Thanks for your time everyone!
(P.S.-lol.. Chapter 3 won't be up untill the end of next week probably, as I am going away for a while and will not have access to a computer. Toodles! :) )
hellokitty001 - July 23, 2006 11:38 PM (GMT)
You got me addicted to the wonderful story :jacket
supernatural2222 - July 24, 2006 01:19 AM (GMT)
Can't wait for the next chapter! :) Plz keep posting :D
jensen_jared - July 24, 2006 02:39 AM (GMT)
hehe i love it so fsr i hope u decide to continue it on here plz do oxox :wub: :D :clap
burstynout - July 24, 2006 02:01 PM (GMT)
Well, the lovely and charming Maria Noel has asked for my input on this fic, most importantly, why no one is reading and reviewing.
So, let's just start with my feelings on reading and reviewing. Low numbers of reviews do not mean that a fic is not good. In fact, I find that, on this site especially, reviews are based more on the writer's ability to chat up an audience than on the actual stories. People read and review for people they know will reply to them personally, because they like to feel that connection, and a lot of bad fics get tons of reviews because the writers are very personable. (Hope that makes sense.)
A writer should never be discouraged by lack of reviews. My best fic, In my opinion, Wild Child, got almost no reviews, but it won the Sensue Award for Best Fic. Living Out Loud gets tons of reviews, but I don't feel that is my best work at all. Hence, my belief that reviews do not equal quality.
That being said, a story like this is most likely not going to get more reviews on ff.net than it does here. In fact, the opposite is usually true. At the moment, ff.net is completely flooded with DT tags, so unless it is very different from the rest, a new one is not likely to generate a lot of response.
Now, as for this story, in particular. I find it to be a very good story. As a person who does beta work for writers who do not speak english very well, I know how difficult it is to write the story and get across exactly the meaning that the writer intends. It is also frustrating for the writer. I think you two are doing and excellent job at understanding each other.
There are some places where the language is somewhat blunt, and I'm not talking crude, just bare-bones, and I'm sure that is a translational problem. I'm willing to overlook that. Not everyone is.
I feel that you have a good grasp of the emotion of the characters, though I fear some readers may be offended at the villainization of John. Also, the parts where Sam and Dean were together were fairly nicely done. In my experience, though, people don't like fics where the brothers are apart for too long. At the very least, now that Dean has been kidnapped, people will want to know what is happening to him. Perhaps a chapter of Dean perspective is called for.
I like Sam's internal dialogue, telling himself to suck it up and all, and it really shows his emotional instability, as he wavers from crying to shouting at himself, but I think it's probably time for him to find a happy medium. A grim determination, of sorts. People like an emotional Sam, but they also like the Sam that gets it done. WE know he has an inherent Winchester strength to him, and it's time to bring that out more.
Some minor details were a bit off. For example, the EMT's cut the car apart before checking to see if Dean was even breathing. They performed CPR, and he woke up. The doctor didn't know what a certain prescription was for. I'm not a stickler for detail. I've been known to make things up as I go. In fact, I just about always do, but I'm lucky in that I'm from this country, and I know enough about the way things work to hit pretty close to the mark most of the time. It isn't your fault that you are off on a few of the details, and your beta should take the time to point these out and help you make changes when necessary. It's what a beta does, and you should not feel offended if your beta makes changes to your story to make it more believable.
There are some grammatical errors, which don't matter much here, but will probably not go over well on ff.net.
That being said, I don' think any of these things are the reason people aren't reading and reviewing this fic. I think people are just on vacation and feeling lazy. That's my thought anyway.
I would encourage you two to keep going. Your ability to communicate to the reader exactly what you want them to know and understand, can only grow as the two of you work together and develop a better understanding between you.
Writing is sometimes a thankless ambition. If all writers stopped writing because they weren't getting the feedback they wanted, there'd be nothing to read. We do this because we have the stories in us to tell, and we must tell them. WE can only get better at it as we go, and while feedback does help us to get better, we must also realize that not all feedback is created equal. WE all want to see that people like our stories, but really, what does OMG, OMG, OMG, tell you about what you're doing right and wrong? Not everyone knows how to help, so they don't always leave constructive criticism, but one or two thoughtful reviews can go a long way.
Don't be discouraged. Just keep writing and let people find it. They will. It takes a while to build a following.
I think this review might be as long as some of the chapters I see posted on here. LOL. Hope it helps. You asked, and I tried to be as constructive as I could, but in the end what it comes down to is, how much do you want to tell the story.
maria noel - July 24, 2006 05:31 PM (GMT)
Oh burstynout!! I really love you !!
Thank you , thank you, that ´s a real review.
About grammar and etc, well that´s a big drama for the two of us. Sorry.
About the EMT and the pills thing i have to say that i´m a MD! but in a 3º world country and it´s very comoun( sorry sp) all that. People here don´t have prescription pills with their name, and what is more we don´t have EMT. I have read chapter 2 again and i have to say that is Sam who doesn´t know for what the pills are , not Dean´s doctor. An about the EMT i have to say that the first rule in an accident it´s NOT MORE VICTIMS, the doctor or EMT that first arrives to an escene must be safe first and then look for the victim. If you can´t reach the victim you don´t do as in ER and enter in the car or whatever, you make the escene safer for you and the victim and then make all you need to reach the victim but if you need to cut the car in a half, well, that come first.
I know that OMG OMG isn´t a review at all , but at least somebody ´s felt that he/she need to say something to the author. I think it´s nice and make me feel warm. But sometimes we need a real review, one that says this suck, don´t write more or wow i like it because... ( do you understand anything i´m trying to say? i think i´m writing very awfully)
And about Dean and the kidnaping I have to say READ CHAPTER 3 and we can talk later.
About the all postDT thing i have to say that we choose that beggining but only chapter 1 it´s about it, the rest of the story it´s about..... well you have to read it to know.
Thank you burstynout, you are a beautiful person and an awesome writer.
And for all of you that had read this story :wub:
hotbrothers - July 24, 2006 06:31 PM (GMT)
I absolty LOVE this story keep posting
betinedemon - July 26, 2006 08:26 PM (GMT)
Well I for one just discovered this story and I was immediately engrossed in the action and the way you're writing about the aftermath of Devil's Trap. So I'm definitely hooked. The only problem that I had was John's voicemail about how he only had one son now. I just don't think he would put that in a voice mail. Although I'm a little confused was it Sam the one that let him down and Dean is his only son? Because I believe you also wrote that John said everything he said as The Demon was true which means Sam is clearly his favorite. Or maybe I'm misunderstanding that part of the story...I don't have a problem with the villainization of John Winchester even though I do like the character. However, I figured that even with John acting like such an *ss Sam would still try to get hold of him and the gun. Sam would obviously do anything to save Dean and get him back from that oh so deliciously evil Petey. I hope that you continue to post here on Supernatural.tv as well as fanfic.net b/c I really really like this story. And to me I get upset with shorter posts. To me, the longer the better. But that's just me.
maria noel - July 26, 2006 08:46 PM (GMT)
Thanks betinedemon for R&R!
Well, about John, I think he said what he said in the voice mail because he is afraid of facing his sons. He knew he did a lot of bad things in the past and had screw his sons , he is running of the true and the " i´m so sorry" thing.
And i must confess a little traslation mistake there but for the moment i don´t want John near the action. But in the future...... keep reading!
THANKS hotbrothers, jensen_jared,supernatural2222 AND hellokitty001 for R&R!! :wub:
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 26, 2006 11:40 PM (GMT)
Hey! I'm back! I haven't had the chance to read everyone's R&R yet, still gotta unpack and all....but I will! Thanks everyone! ttfn
Dean.W.-KAZ2Y5 - July 27, 2006 06:09 AM (GMT)
Wow, thanks so much burstynout.. that really helped alot. :) My minds a ....O_O mess right now, and I have alot to think about and say.. but for the life of me I can't do either right now lol. I'm off for the night. Time to sleep :) Thanks SO much. Talk to you all another time!
maria noel - July 31, 2006 03:39 AM (GMT)
I´m so sorry we haven´t be able to post :(
Chapters 3 and 4 are almost ready :rolleyes:
Thanks all of you for reading this fic.