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, Change is coming
Kirk's Girl <3
Member No.: 23,499
Joined: 18-July 07
Well, it's time for fic 3... Which should be very pleasing for those of you who love pain and chains; there's going to be a lot of both, believe me.
LOTS of Sam pain
Angsty and snarky Dean
Along with helpings of anger and revenge from everyone else...
Be prepared! It's going to get a bit hairy(no pun intended) in this one...
To my lovely readers, I hope this fic meets your expectations. You all have seriously been the best, and if I could, I'd give you cake by the truck load.
Spoilers: None, although if you're new I'd recommend reading the previous two fics; I can pm you the details if you don't have the time/don't want to read them.
Beta: Only Word
Summary: They've found a cure. But now the method of getting it is tearing the brothers apart. After a harsh exchanging of words, Sam storms off... and is kidnapped. Dean searches frantically for his little brother while Sam finds himself in the hands of Lucas at last. Problems are showing up at every turn, but none so deadly as the return of Kate, the vampire leader from nest over three years ago. And she has a score to settle with Sam and Dean...
For one of the brothers, change is coming...
Chapter 1: Saving Sam
“There’s a cure?”
Sam sighed, leaning back against the wall as Bobby asked Dean the question incredulously. Dean still didn’t quite believe it himself, but then again, after so much bad, to have something this good thrown at you was nearly unheard of.
“That’s what I said; this girl Sam hooked up with said there was a way to cure the werewolf virus. Now, if there’s even the slightest chance that this is true, then I want to find it, because-because we don’t really have a lot of time,” Dean answered. Sam winced, both at Dean’s comment on his shortened life and the now constant pain in his extremities. The full moon was a week away, and he’d never wanted to not change as much as now. Last month in Hinton had been pure agony; this month was bound to be hell.
“I don’t know Dean…” Bobby sighed. Sam heard Dean’s heart rate pick up, brought on by irritation from Bobby’s answer.
“So what, you don’t want me to save Sam?”
“I never said that-”
“Oh yeah? Well that’s what it sounded like!”
“Don’t you raise your voice at me, boy, I want to save your brother as much as you do-”
“Then act like it!” Dean screamed finally. Sam went into the room, finding Dean and Bobby close to exchanging more than just fighting words.
“Dean, stop it-” he tried to say, but Dean snapped on him.
“You shut up! I’m trying to save you, and nobody seems to appreciate that!” he snarled. Sam felt the growl bubble up from his gut, erupting into a full-throated warning snarl as it left his mouth.
“Dean, I want to find this cure as much as you do, but if you’re going to go nuts and driving away all our friends in the process, then for your sake, I hope we never find it. I will not put everything that represents our family at stake just so you can have me alive. If we don’t find it in time, then fine; but don’t push away Bobby just because you think he doesn’t care,” Sam murmured, his eyes flashing. Dean closed his mouth, looking wounded.
“Fine, then fine,” he rasped, rubbing his jaw, “You find this cure yourself; I’m tired of always giving a crap about the people I care about, only to see them do stupid stuff like this.”
“Dean, I didn’t mean-”
“Go and die then, see if I care,” Dean shot bitterly over his shoulder, disappearing up the stairs. Sam sighed.
“First I want him to help me get better, then I don’t… He’s worse than PMS,” he said.
Bobby looked at him, one eyebrow raised.
“And just how would you know about PMS?” he asked. Sam smiled ruefully.
“I was living with my girlfriend in Stanford. I figured out her cycles pretty fast,” he said, “Of course, Jess was never as bad as Dean.” Bobby cracked a smirk. Sam tried to return it, but a sudden bout of burning cramps in his abdomen sent him weak kneed and struggling to breathe. Bobby caught him under his arm, pulling him back to his feet.
“I’m fine,” Sam protested weakly.
“It’s gettin’ worse isn’t it?” asked Bobby quietly. Sam bit his lip, then nodded. “Dammit, when are you going to know for sure if you can get this cure or not?” The younger man straightened up, breathing deeply before answering.
“Vivian said she would call when Lucas had solid answer, probably in a few days,” he said. Bobby’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t say anything. “I’m going for a walk,” Sam announced, walking as best he could out the door.
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Well, I don’t want to be around here and wolf out suddenly, and besides that, I need some relaxation,” Sam called over his shoulder, “I’ll be back in a bit.” Waving over his shoulder, Sam disappeared into the back forest. Bobby sighed, then closed the door, looking somewhat defeated.
Sam padded silently through the scrubby brush, filling his lungs with the cold October air. Dean’s frantic desperation was beginning to get to him, even though he knew his brother only meant well. He would miss Dean a lot if things didn’t… turn out. As he looked up again, he froze, instantly on alert and wary.
Two men were standing ahead of him, leaning against the trees with a casual and almost cocky elegance.
“Can I help you?” asked Sam uncertainly. The two guys looked at each other, then back at Sam.
“You can start by helping us find Sam Winchester,” growled the first man, a tall, hard muscled guy in his late thirties.
“I’m Sam, what do you want?” Sam shot back, suddenly getting the feeling that something bad was going to happen. They smiled faintly.
“We’re one of your own kind,” said the leader, letting his eyes glow in the afternoon sun. The hairs on Sam’s neck stood up, and he started backing away slowly.
“I’ll repeat the question: what do you want?”
They both looked at him curiously. “We want to-” said the second man finally, looking quite a bit younger than the leader. His partner stopped him, looking closely at Sam. Then he whispered in his ear, not taking his eyes off of Sam. The younger man’s eyes opened wide, suddenly apprehensive. “You sure?” he hissed. The older man nodded. Shrugging, the boy squared his shoulders, sinking into a low crouch. Sam barely registered his movement before the younger man dove at him, tackling Sam to the ground. Sam flipped onto his side, trying to claw his way to his feet, but the other werewolf was too quick for him and soon had him pinned.
I didn’t do anything! he thought, feeling the burning pain in his middle increase as his wolf half tried to rip free. A guttural snarl rippled up through his chest and exploded in his mouth, catching the other werewolf by surprise. Anger fuelling the change, Sam shot at the werewolf, teeth elongating into sharp fangs, and prepared to rip his throat out.
Pain unlike any he’d felt before surged through his skeleton and burnt in his stomach, taking him wholly by surprise and sending him crashing into the ground. He could barely keep from screaming in agony, clawing at his gut. As his vision started to blur, he saw the two men standing over him, looking at him with undisguised curiosity and wariness.
“Get-away,” he choked, willing himself to fight. They simply looked at him, then the elder man brought a crashing blow down on his head. Sam’s vision burst into painful colour, then blackness.
Okay, a bit of a wallop for the first chapter, but I had to get it all out. My muse wouldn't surrender. But I hope it was good! Thanks for reading!!!
TUESDAY: Dean and Bobby realize something has happened, but will they be in time to rescue Sam?
Love you all!
Kirk's Girl <3
Member No.: 23,499
Joined: 18-July 07
Well, afternoon folks...
I know most if not all of you don't know, but there's about ten fires burning around my old home town, my current home town, and the river I live by. None of them are near me, but if any jump the river, then my house could be in danger... Anyway, the entire central part of Alberta seems to be on fire right now. And it's really quite scary, because it hasn't been this bad in ten years almost exactly. I'm really hoping it rains tomorrow and the rest of this week, because I either know people fighting the fires or being evacuated because of them. And now I''m also sick, so the smoke is just making it hard to breathe. No fun here!
SO... today... Well, it's a bit like AHBL pt1 when Sam disappears... Mucho angstyo Deano. And just a side note, I forgot something to add to my promises. There will be lots of Dean pain as well. Just hug the the boys with all you got!
Sorry the replies are so short... internet is almost out...
Cindy: Hey! Nice to see you again!! I got your pm, and no problem hun; I'm behind too.
Trace: Love the PDS crack! I may have to use that in the future. And Sam's nasty habit will be back... it always needs to disturb the peace. As for the werewolves, you'll find out about them next chap.
Dmartins: Sorry hun, not this time, but maybe next week... I'll be gone thursday, friday, saturday, sunday and monday due to may long, so maybe a double chap on tuesday!
Sara: Dean's going to be going from grouchy to terrified in very short order. Bring him all the cheese burgers he can handle! And Sam's troubles are only just beginning...
Extremediva: Glad you loved the PMS crack! It just came to me... Aw, keep the hugs coming. Poor guys will need them by the bucket load.
Nicki: Glad you liked it! I know it was a bit of a punch in the gut, but like I said, muse wouldn't let me go until it was all out. Here's to the next!
Aworland: Thanks hun! More to come, and not just with chapters... one, possibly two more fics.
Chapter 2: MIA
Dean awoke from his sleep slowly, memories of the fight with Sam resurfacing like oil. Ever since returning from Canada, he’d done nothing but search for this cure while Sam had told to him wait. Yeah, wait. Something a protective older brother can do with real ease. In all honest truth, it had set off the entire rift between them: Dean going crazy looking for the answer, Sam sitting back and waiting while he continued to get worse.
Although, he probably was right; Vivian had promised to call when she had a definite answer, but Dean wasn’t a patient person. Pushing away the disgruntlement that he was feeling, he got up and adjusted his shirt, preparing to go downstairs. Something that smelt like cooking meat filtered up from the main floor and his mouth watered; Bobby’s food was to die for any day, and right now it was near divine in scent alone.
“So you’re finally up are ya?” grumbled Bobby, not looking up from the stove. Dean rubbed his eyes, looking around.
“Yeah, needed to clear my head,” mumbled Dean, stifling a yawn.
“I’ll say; you and your brother have done nothing but bicker since you got here.” Bobby faced him, wearing the grease stained apron and a spatula in hand. Dean would have laughed if it hadn’t been for the dirty look the elder hunter was giving him.
“Look, I’m only trying to help.”
“A la Winchester. I swear, you two will be the death of me,” Bobby said as he went back to flipping pork chops. Rolling his eyes, Dean looked around.
“Speaking of which, where is the furry idiot?”
“Dunno. He went for a walk and he’s not back yet.”
Dean froze, then looked at the clock. “What? Bobby, when did he leave?” Bobby turned around, his face remaining carefully neutral as he fixed eyes with the younger man.
“Right after you went upstairs.”
Dean was up in a flash, looking around frantically. “That was three hours ago, he should be back by now,” he growled, fishing out his cell phone. It rang once, twice, three times, and went to voice mail. Swearing, he redialled and got voice mail again. “Dammit, dammit,” hissed Dean, grabbing his jacket and running out of the house. Sam should have been back; if he had been healthy, Dean would have been fine with that. But the fact was that his younger brother was on limited time and anything could push him over that last hurdle. Something had happened, and he was willing to bet the entire arsenal in the Impala’s trunk that it was bad.
“Dean,” called Bobby from just behind him. Looking back, Dean saw his friend was in full hunter mode. Tossing Dean a gun, he continued on.
“What are we gonna need these for?” asked Dean, settling the weapon in the usual place.
“Going into any hunt unprepared is stupid; if something really did happen to Sam, it’ll be able to get us easier than him. Think of it as a precaution,” Bobby replied. Dean couldn’t help but flash his usual cocky grin.
“Thank me when we get your kid brother home.” With that, they fell silent, concentrating on their surroundings than themselves. Dean let out a soft laugh as he found a clear boot print that only Sam could have.
“I knew having those Sasquatch feet would be a good thing someday,” he said softly, looking in the direction of the print. As they rounded the bend, both fell still, shock and worry filling them. Clots of earth were thrown up in the scraggly tree branches, the ground a virtual chaos.
“Sam!” Dean yelled, striding forward with Bobby following more slowly. “Sam!” Nothing answered but the birds. Dean spun in a circle, looking around frantically. “Dammit Sam, ANSWER ME!”
“He’s not here,” said Bobby suddenly, swinging the younger man around. Dean glared at him furiously.
“What d’you-” he paused as Bobby showed him the other two pairs of boot prints leading to and from the site. The leaving set of prints had two drag marks between them, exactly matching the toes of Sam’s boots. Ignoring Bobby’s protest, Dean ran off down the path.
The trail ended abruptly as he came to the highway. A set of tire treads marked where the prints ended, and they’d obviously burned some serious rubber getting out of here. Looking down the solid stretch of hard gray, he saw there was no car in sight. Icy terror solidified in his gut as he realized his baby brother was gone.
Dean’s frame shook as he stared hopelessly down the highway. Even though he knew his brother couldn’t hear, it didn’t stop him from screaming his name.
Short, but hopefully angsty! Hope it was enjoyable!
FRIDAY: Sam awakes... and meets his captors.
Love you all!!
Kirk's Girl <3
Member No.: 23,499
Joined: 18-July 07
Yeah, I'm posting a few hours earlier, but that's what happens when you're home sick. Blegh to the sickies...
So I have good news and bad news. Good news, the fires have been contained and we're expecting rain for the better part of the weekend and next weekend. Bad news, my friend's house burnt down and I have a whiz banger of a cold. But hopefully some R&R this weekend will help. And today... Think of last night's ep with Sam chained down, but no hallucinations and demon blood and whatnot. Just our were!Sammy! But we're meeting everyone else today... Consult my bottom banner so you can see the faces of Lucas, Sophia, Peter, and Jack!
Sara: Well, he does have big feet... Wonderful big feet... You gotta love them! And you'd think Dean would know by now getting angry at Sam solves nothing... But then again, he is a guy. And a logical man is hard to find in the best of times. I think Sam might be the closest thing to logical, and even he has his moments. The bad luck however, I have no control over. That's what happens when you carry the Winchester name as you said.
Trace: Unfortunately, those are the last clues Dean will be getting. Because after that, he's going to be up to his ears in trouble of his own. And you never know! Dean's trouble may be enough to make him bald, if not gray! And don't worry, Bobby's learnt his lesson. He won't be so quick to let Dean out of his sight, but at the same time he's going to need some mega help in the future. He ain't super human. And thanks for the concern hun; we got some rain, and it did help. Hopefully we'll get more.
Dmartins: Hee! Glad you liked the sasquatch line! I thought it was fitting... And there should be more Dean quips coming. Despite all the dark heavy stuff, there will be some humourous bits too!
Extremediva: The first few chapters... heck, most of the fic will have the boys in some form of pain or guilt, so I'm warning you now... It will get worse before it get's better. Of course, Bobby's apron could make that up in a second! I had to throw it in... It was too good a chance not to!
Cindy: Aw, glad you liked it. I sometimes find short chaps have more impact than longer ones. We'll be seeing more of Dean's guilt in chapter four, and it's going to get him in a world of trouble... But for right now, it's back to Sam and his ticking clock of life.
So, for this chap you will need drool buckets, hot chocolate, and possibly tissues. Enjoy!!
Chapter 3: Guest of Honour
Sam was accustomed to pain. He’d had his share of beat ups, shoot ups, and any other kind of ups that involved bruises and blood. So he was more than a little surprised when he opened his eyes and nearly passed out again from the wave of nausea and throbbing ache that assaulted his head.
“Oooohhh…” he moaned, squeezing his eyes closed again and trying to hold the contents of his stomach together. Something wet and cool brushed gently against his sweaty forehead and prompted him to try looking again.
A young man, probably four years younger than himself, was mopping his forehead with a stained and smelly rag. Black hair flopped carelessly over his head, and from beneath serious black brows, a pair of pale blue eyes studied him with caution. As he met the gaze of the youngster, he recognized him as the man who’d attacked him back at Bobby’s. Instinct took over rational thought and he shrank away, baring his teeth and snarling murderously. The young man stood up in a hurry, backing away and looking a little scared now.
“Uh, Vivian?” he called, not taking his pale gaze off of Sam’s. Sam snarled again and tried to sit up, only to find that he couldn’t move. It only infuriated him more. The young man plastered himself against the wall, undisguised terror in the pale blue depths. “Vivian!”
The door was flung open, and the beautiful brunette rushed in, her own expression surprised and more than a little wary. Sam was still focussed on the boy, teeth bared and sharp, and muscles straining against the straps holding him down.
“Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey,” exclaimed Vivian, running to him and holding his head so he could only look at her. “Sam, Sam, eyes here.” He paid her no attention, the fierce growling still bubbling from his throat until she gave his hair a sharp pull. “Eyes-here,” she snapped, glaring into Sam’s burning blue greens. The pain combined with her force finally snapped him out of his reverie, and he found himself blinking into the stormy gaze that still made his heart go a lot faster. Relief shone clear as day as she saw him finally come back down.
“Viv-how-” he rasped as he once more tried to sit up again. She kept him down with gentle force, smoothing sweaty bangs from his forehead.
“I got perfect hearing, Sam, you know,” she whispered, a gentle smile on her lips. Sam blinked then nodded. He lifted his head a little to get his bearings; the room he was in was small and made entirely of wood. He was chained to a long metal bed that was directly across from the door. Swallowing, he went back to Vivian.
“I don’t suppose you can let me go?” he asked pitifully, jiggling the tough leather cuffs around his wrists. Vivian bit her lip, then turned to the dark haired young man.
“Lucas said no; he’s too unstable,” he replied sympathetically. Sam stared; this had to be some sort of joke.
“Seriously, get me out of here,” Sam snapped, pulling against his bonds again. Vivian’s gentle touch finally made him stop, and the near physical pain in her eyes surprised him.
“Sam, we can’t. We have orders, and Lucas is only doing what he thinks is best for you,” she said softly, running her fingers over the tough leather. Sam’s throat worked again, horror dawning over his pale features.
“Vivian-I can’t stay like this,” he wheezed, eyes drilling into her. She licked her lips, then looked at the young man again.
“Peter, are you sure-”
“Quite,” answered a new voice, deep and commanding. Sam felt the hairs on his neck stand up, and he lifted his head to see who had replied.
An older man looked back at him, dark eyes watchful and wary. Even though he was neither the biggest or strongest person Sam had ever seen, this guy’s very essence demanded respect and attention. It could only be Lucas, the alpha werewolf Vivian had told him about. Never had Sam seen anyone in human form look so inhuman; Lucas’s brown hair shone like glossed chestnut, hard muscle shifted under his clothing, and his intense stare seemed to be always searching for an answer. Before Sam could consciously process what he was doing, he bared his teeth, a deep and deadly snarling erupting from his throat. Lucas’s eyes widened slightly, and he stiffened; this presented a whole new set of problems.
“Mr. Winchester, if you wish to have my help, it would be a good idea if you would not challenge my position in the state that you are currently in,” growled the alpha. Sam heard what Lucas said, but he still couldn’t stop the surge of fierce protectiveness coursing through him; if this guy even looked at Vivian or the young man she was obviously connected to, Lucas would be in pieces.
“What do you want?” Sam finally said, eyes still burning. A smile flitted across Lucas’s mouth.
“To see you, actually. I like to know my kin on a personal level before making the big decisions,” Lucas replied quietly, walking over to Sam. Neither spoke, staring into each other’s eyes and memorizing a possible opponent. Finally, Lucas frowned, then strode away. Waving for Vivian and Peter to follow him, he looked back at Sam. “You are a curious specimen, boy. I look forward to understanding you better,” he murmured, then they were gone. Sam was alone once more, confusion and cold anger building in his gut.
Lucas led the way back across the small compound to his office, deep in thought. He waved for two other members of his pack, the man who’d helped in Sam’s capture and a woman. Locking the door behind them, he sat at his desk, brown eyes studying them unblinkingly. All but Vivian looked away immediately, and even she followed soon after. Lucas turned his attention to some papers before speaking again.
“You’ve chosen a fine mate, Vivian,” he said, placing the documents one by one in the ‘done’ pile. She didn’t say anything, but her jaw stiffened. Lucas continued, “It’s not often you find a man who’s willing to die that readily for the woman he loves. I congratulate you both.”
“What do you mean?” she said finally, her tone biting. Lucas looked up at the young woman; had he not all the responsibilities he did, he would have taken her himself.
“You didn’t guess?” he said quietly.
“Guess what, Lucas? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she snapped. There was a slight intake of breath from everyone but Lucas and Vivian; challenging an alpha meant harsh punishments later, but Lucas didn’t appear bothered, only quite pleased.
“He’s a natural born alpha, a leader. Why do you think he heals so fast, why he’s so controlled even in his wolf form? They’re qualities that only true leaders have; my father had the exact same abilities as your Sam. It’s why he became so agitated when I entered; he thought I was going to take you and Peter from him. You couldn’t have picked a finer man,” he replied finally. Peter, Jack, and Sophie stared at Vivian, shock and reverence plain in their expressions.
“Does that mean you’ll heal him?” Vivian finally rasped, trying to process what Lucas had just told her. At this, the alpha frowned, falling back into his deep thought.
“I have to consider this situation much more carefully now… Because he is what he is, he poses a danger to the peace I have established; he disrupts much of what everyone has known-”
“I want a straight answer, Lucas!”
He sighed, looking tired. “I don’t know.”
Now, for those of you who may have missed at what I hinted at, Sam is the true leader of that pack, not Lucas, by blood and destiny. Hence, Lucas is going to be unsure as to how to deal with someone who is technically the boss of him. He has the experiance and time on his side for leadership, but Sam has the natural born ability. Yet another twist I throw at you. Like I said before, change is coming.
TUESDAY: After numerous hours of searching and nothing turning up, Dean gets fed up and decides to vent at a bar. He meets a young woman named Simone, who turns out to be much more dangerous than she appears...
Thanks for reading!
Love ya all,