Reborn - Chapter 1 of ?
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annie46Title: Reborn
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sam/Dean/Jensen/Jared/ Various others
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam finds a way to save Dean’s soul and his own.
I don’t know how to explain this one. It is a plot bunny that has been bugging me for ages and I have just been forced to write it. It is, I guess, technically serious crack and a RPS crossover and I had no idea where to post it – so have cross posted it! It may blow your mind or you might think it is crap – but hey – go with it and maybe it will go somewhere!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sam or Dean – they belong to Kripke – as do all the other characters in this fiction. I don't own Jared or Jensen either or know them or their families. This is a work of utter fiction done with love. If I could earn money doing this – I would be in Vancouver – making love to JTP!!
There is so much we don’t know about this universe and how it works. Maybe souls can be saved and maybe lost souls can be reunited. That is his only hope and so he waits here, his hands in his pockets to keep them from shaking. She will be here soon and then, perhaps, God willing, it will all be over. For both of them.
Crossroads – Kansas – 2008
She is early; black dress and wide smirk in place, eyes flashing from red to green again “Sam” she croons “I would like to say – what a surprise – but it really isn’t” she touches his arm “What can I do for you?”
“You know what I want” he stands firm, feeling the untapped power bubbling inside “Just do it”
“Quite the tough guy” she doesn’t seem to realise what she is dealing with and she shimmies forward, hands on hips “We ain’t playing cards here Sammy boy – this is for something far more precious – this is for Dean’s life”
“You haven’t been paying attention much have you?” he puts his long fingers against his head and closes his eyes. For a moment she is still and then she begins to shake and tremble, her eyes flashing in pain and fear “I can control you” his voice is even “And I could kill you just like that – but I don’t want to” he opens his eyes to stare at her “All I want is for you to let his soul go – for you to let us both go” he smiles, wanly, tremulously “I’m tired” he is speaking now, almost to himself “We both are – this past year – so fucking hard – sending all of those friends of yours back to hell where they belong” he swallows “Bobby – Ellen – shit – even Jo – all of them gone – yeah sure – they went down fighting – but that doesn’t mean much does it? A hero’s death is still a death” he closes his eyes briefly and holds her there, feeling her struggle deep within his soul “I’ve had enough and, if you were to take my brother, then God knows what I might do – to you and others like you” he grins, a harsh, death’s head smile “So – I know you can do it”
“What do you want?” She tries, without success, to keep the fear out of her voice “What do you want me to do”
“I want you to let Dean’s soul go – to let my soul go” he is very precise “I’ve spent hours studying this – so I know it is possible. I want you to let our souls go free, to let them find somewhere better to dwell” he shudders “Call it reincarnation – call it a second chance – fuck – I don’t care what you call it – just do it”
“Where do you want to go?” her voice takes on a dreamlike tone and Sam knows, right there and then that she is going to do it and he wants to slump over in relief, wants to cry, but he keeps his fingers to his temple, keeps himself grounded.
“I don’t care – forward, sideways – hell even back – I don’t care as long as we go together – as long as we find each other again” he looks into her eyes “That is my only stipulation – that Dean and me – that we find each other again – he’s my brother” he smiles “He is my brother and I love him – so that is all I want – all I need. Do this and I won’t kill you – won’t rip you apart with this fucking unwanted power” he stands his ground “Do we have a deal?”
She reaches forward and presses her cold lips to his. There is a hiss and a roar and the kiss deepens. Sam feels his powers dissipate, feels his heart begin to stutter and dip.
He prays to all that is holy that this works and she hasn’t tricked him.
Then he knows nothing more.
San Antonio – Texas – July 19th 1982
The baby lets out an angry howl as he makes his way into the world. The midwife smiles and wipes him over, laying him on his mother’s stomach
“He is a big boy” she pats his mother on the shoulder “But healthy and with a good set of lungs”
“I can see that” his mother wipes a tear away from her eye and grins down at the squalling infant “Oh” she gazes up at her husband “Isn’t he beautiful – look at him – just look at him”
The baby stares up at her; usually, she ponders, new born’s eyes are blue, but these are hazel, bright and golden and so knowing that she finds herself unable to tear her gaze away “He looks so self assured” she giggles, high maybe, on pain meds and joy “Almost as if he has been here before”
The nurses smile and take the infant, cutting the cord and cleaning him up. All the time he watches them and they are forced to agree.
He certainly seems very knowing for a newborn.
Richardson – Texas – 1982
Donna Ackles watches as her little boy tears around on his tricycle. He is making vroom – vroom noises – and she knows that he is, as always, pretending it is some sort of fantastic muscle car. She shakes her head, Jensen was an imaginative child and she is proud of him.
Suddenly, he stops and gets off the bike, laying it down carefully and running towards her, green eyes bright with something she cannot read
“He’s here” Jensen’s voice is tailored with delight and enthusiasm “He’s here”
“Who baby?” she scoops him up into her arms. He is heavy now and he struggles a little, fingers tangling in her hair “Daddy? Is daddy home from work?”
“Not daddy silly” he wriggles so much she has to let him down “Sammy – Sammy’s here – I knew he’d get here eventually”
Donna stares down at her son, perplexed, he is four years old and yet he sounds as wise as a sage “Sammy?” she stares out over the lawn and a shiver passes down her spine “Is he your friend Jensen?” it isn’t unusual, she thinks, for a youngster to have an imaginary companion “Is Sammy your friend?”
“Silly mommy” he scoots off again, picking up his trike and mounting it, all arms and legs “Sammy is my brother” he grins at her and she swallows, wondering if she should make an appointment to see a paediatrician “Sammy is my brother”
TBC
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sam/Dean/Jensen/Jared/ Various others
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam finds a way to save Dean’s soul and his own.
I don’t know how to explain this one. It is a plot bunny that has been bugging me for ages and I have just been forced to write it. It is, I guess, technically serious crack and a RPS crossover and I had no idea where to post it – so have cross posted it! It may blow your mind or you might think it is crap – but hey – go with it and maybe it will go somewhere!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sam or Dean – they belong to Kripke – as do all the other characters in this fiction. I don't own Jared or Jensen either or know them or their families. This is a work of utter fiction done with love. If I could earn money doing this – I would be in Vancouver – making love to JTP!!
There is so much we don’t know about this universe and how it works. Maybe souls can be saved and maybe lost souls can be reunited. That is his only hope and so he waits here, his hands in his pockets to keep them from shaking. She will be here soon and then, perhaps, God willing, it will all be over. For both of them.
Crossroads – Kansas – 2008
She is early; black dress and wide smirk in place, eyes flashing from red to green again “Sam” she croons “I would like to say – what a surprise – but it really isn’t” she touches his arm “What can I do for you?”
“You know what I want” he stands firm, feeling the untapped power bubbling inside “Just do it”
“Quite the tough guy” she doesn’t seem to realise what she is dealing with and she shimmies forward, hands on hips “We ain’t playing cards here Sammy boy – this is for something far more precious – this is for Dean’s life”
“You haven’t been paying attention much have you?” he puts his long fingers against his head and closes his eyes. For a moment she is still and then she begins to shake and tremble, her eyes flashing in pain and fear “I can control you” his voice is even “And I could kill you just like that – but I don’t want to” he opens his eyes to stare at her “All I want is for you to let his soul go – for you to let us both go” he smiles, wanly, tremulously “I’m tired” he is speaking now, almost to himself “We both are – this past year – so fucking hard – sending all of those friends of yours back to hell where they belong” he swallows “Bobby – Ellen – shit – even Jo – all of them gone – yeah sure – they went down fighting – but that doesn’t mean much does it? A hero’s death is still a death” he closes his eyes briefly and holds her there, feeling her struggle deep within his soul “I’ve had enough and, if you were to take my brother, then God knows what I might do – to you and others like you” he grins, a harsh, death’s head smile “So – I know you can do it”
“What do you want?” She tries, without success, to keep the fear out of her voice “What do you want me to do”
“I want you to let Dean’s soul go – to let my soul go” he is very precise “I’ve spent hours studying this – so I know it is possible. I want you to let our souls go free, to let them find somewhere better to dwell” he shudders “Call it reincarnation – call it a second chance – fuck – I don’t care what you call it – just do it”
“Where do you want to go?” her voice takes on a dreamlike tone and Sam knows, right there and then that she is going to do it and he wants to slump over in relief, wants to cry, but he keeps his fingers to his temple, keeps himself grounded.
“I don’t care – forward, sideways – hell even back – I don’t care as long as we go together – as long as we find each other again” he looks into her eyes “That is my only stipulation – that Dean and me – that we find each other again – he’s my brother” he smiles “He is my brother and I love him – so that is all I want – all I need. Do this and I won’t kill you – won’t rip you apart with this fucking unwanted power” he stands his ground “Do we have a deal?”
She reaches forward and presses her cold lips to his. There is a hiss and a roar and the kiss deepens. Sam feels his powers dissipate, feels his heart begin to stutter and dip.
He prays to all that is holy that this works and she hasn’t tricked him.
Then he knows nothing more.
San Antonio – Texas – July 19th 1982
The baby lets out an angry howl as he makes his way into the world. The midwife smiles and wipes him over, laying him on his mother’s stomach
“He is a big boy” she pats his mother on the shoulder “But healthy and with a good set of lungs”
“I can see that” his mother wipes a tear away from her eye and grins down at the squalling infant “Oh” she gazes up at her husband “Isn’t he beautiful – look at him – just look at him”
The baby stares up at her; usually, she ponders, new born’s eyes are blue, but these are hazel, bright and golden and so knowing that she finds herself unable to tear her gaze away “He looks so self assured” she giggles, high maybe, on pain meds and joy “Almost as if he has been here before”
The nurses smile and take the infant, cutting the cord and cleaning him up. All the time he watches them and they are forced to agree.
He certainly seems very knowing for a newborn.
Richardson – Texas – 1982
Donna Ackles watches as her little boy tears around on his tricycle. He is making vroom – vroom noises – and she knows that he is, as always, pretending it is some sort of fantastic muscle car. She shakes her head, Jensen was an imaginative child and she is proud of him.
Suddenly, he stops and gets off the bike, laying it down carefully and running towards her, green eyes bright with something she cannot read
“He’s here” Jensen’s voice is tailored with delight and enthusiasm “He’s here”
“Who baby?” she scoops him up into her arms. He is heavy now and he struggles a little, fingers tangling in her hair “Daddy? Is daddy home from work?”
“Not daddy silly” he wriggles so much she has to let him down “Sammy – Sammy’s here – I knew he’d get here eventually”
Donna stares down at her son, perplexed, he is four years old and yet he sounds as wise as a sage “Sammy?” she stares out over the lawn and a shiver passes down her spine “Is he your friend Jensen?” it isn’t unusual, she thinks, for a youngster to have an imaginary companion “Is Sammy your friend?”
“Silly mommy” he scoots off again, picking up his trike and mounting it, all arms and legs “Sammy is my brother” he grins at her and she swallows, wondering if she should make an appointment to see a paediatrician “Sammy is my brother”
TBC
