sequel to: With a Bang and The Aftershocks
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen – AU in the year 2020
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Sam POV. Everything continues to
Sam tried to hold on but he only made it a couple steps before he collapsed.
He looked around dazedly at the broken glass all over the ground. It should have killed him. The energy that had come off of Alec should have annihilated him and left nothing behind but a waft of smoke. With a groan he got to his knees and looked around at the empty backyard.
“Alec?” He got unsteadily to his feet. “Alec!!”
Sam swayed and clutched at his throbbing head, trying to hear anything other than the wind coming off the fields. There was nothing in sight but miles of corn under the darkening fall of twilight. Fumbling for his phone he found Alec’s number and hoped like hell that against all odds someone would pick up.
The ring answered him from a few yards away.
Sam pushed the corn aside until he found the discarded cell. Dropped in the dirt and left behind on purpose. With a desperate heave of his senses, Sam reached out as far as he could go, stretching in every mile and in every direction. He shuddered as he impacted mind after mind after mind, but none of them belonged to his son. But just when his reach had stretched too thin and weakened he found something. Alec’s thoughts were indistinct and frantic, but they were there. Wrapping his mind carefully like fist over what he’d found, Sam attempted to hold on to it, to keep it until he would be able to locate—
His eyes flew open with a gasp of pain.
Sam swung in the direction of where the sun had fallen below the horizon. Something had quickly and brutally severed his connection. The scatter of his thoughts were suddenly crashing back on top of him, all the power he’d created returned three times harder than how he'd sent it. Sam felt himself hit the ground, his vision fizzling to white with the overload. But along with the tumult of static he could hear something else roaring back along with the sound of his own pleas for Alec to answer. It was a voice he didn’t recognize.
And it was laughing.
Sam wasn’t sure what the gentle pressure on his chest was until his eyes finally focused.
He groggily felt the crumble of dry dirt under his hands and realized he was still lying in the cornrows. Night had come, but the house lights were still working and the dim porch lamp was reaching through the garden. The kitten on his chest stood up and stretched the small arc of its back when it saw he had opened his eyes. It let out a wide yawn and then it was gone.
Sam was light-headed with relief that it had survived. There had been the possibility that every living thing within a square mile without a defense might have been struck down by Alec’s assault. But his son hadn’t been the one that had knocked him down for good. It was hard to see, let alone think but he struggled to remember what had happened.
He’d heard something out there hidden in the fields.
There was someone else out there.
Trying to turn his head towards his brother’s voice, Sam’s heart started to pound when he realized he couldn’t move.
“Sammy! Where are you!”
When he attempted to speak he found he couldn’t do that either. He thought Dean might miss him completely just separated a few feet away in the thick corn, but then Sam was startled by a shrill noise by his ear. That kitten was still hanging around. The corn near by was suddenly being pushed and shoved aside with the stark beam of a flashlight. Sam wanted to hold out his hand when he saw his brother but he couldn’t do anything but breathe.
“Say something,” Dean’s flashlight blinded him when it hit. “Where are you hurt?”
“Don’t worry about him right now,” Dean told him.
“Dean, no, he’s—“
Sam felt his brother’s hands checking him for injury and finding none.
“We- have- have to find him.”
“Just shut up and help me get you to the house,” Dean hooked an arm under his. “What’s left of it.”
Sam staggered to his feet and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other until Dean told him to stop. The inside of the house wasn’t as bad as he expected. Everything that had been on the walls, tables and elsewhere was now shattered on the floor but at least the walls were still standing. His brother got most of the glass off the sofa before setting Sam down.
“You look like hell but yer not bleeding,” Dean glanced uneasily around at the wreckage. “How’s your head?”
Sam was still having trouble getting words out but the numb daze was wearing off and was swiftly being replaced with pain. “I-I’m fine.”
“Man, oh man. Alec told me that he’d kicked your ass but I didn’t think that he meant a whooping on this kinda scale.“
Dean was suddenly avoiding Sam's eyes. “I just got done talking to 'im,” he picked up the front door that had fallen off its hinges. “I would have headed over here sooner if I’d known you were … well, how are you anyway?”
“I said I’m fine,” Sam struggled to focus. His brother was talking too fast and he didn’t understand what was going on. “H-How long was I out there?”
“Good question,” Dean mumbled. “And I got a few of my own when you’re all done asking yours.”
Sam found the cracked clock on the floor and read the time. With the sun just down he knew he couldn’t have been out for more than an hour.
“Y-You talked to Alec?”
“Yeah, he called me.”
“What?” Searching Dean’s eyes, Sam couldn’t find anything there besides weary concern. “He called you?”
“Do I have a stutter?”
“No… I just… okay, he called you. When did he call you?”
“About an hour ago,” Dean said reluctantly. “He’s up at the old Smith house.”
“That place is a wreck,” Sam rubbed at his head. “How did he even know it was out there?”
“I didn’t ask.”
“I gotta go see him.”
“No way,” Dean shook his head. “He needs time to cool off and so do you.”
“I need to see him,“ Sam stood. “Right now.”
“You gotta give the kid some breathing room.”
“Get out of my way, Dean.”
“I’m not askin’ ya,” Dean stepped forward. “I’m tellin’ ya.”
Sam allowed himself to be pushed back down onto the sofa.
“Sleep on it, okay? Tomorrow morning I’ll drive out there with you. We can sit down and have a freakin’ civilized conversation. It’ll even be out loud.”
“But Dean, I don’t—“
“You don’t what?”
“I…I can’t…” Sam’s eyes blurred with the fear he didn’t want to show anymore than he already was. “I can’t feel him.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I … it means it feels like no one is out there. Not Alec. Not anyone. It feels completely empty.”
“You got banged up pretty good, I’m surprised you can feel your own ass.”
“I can always feel him, Dean.”
“Maybe Alec doesn’t wanna be found right now.”
Sam stared down hard at the floor.
“Can you feel me?” Dean asked.
“Well, yeah but—“
“How ‘bout this guy?” Dean picked up a plastic bowl filled with glass and dog chow and dumped it out the window. The cat sniffed it hopefully when it was dropped back onto the floor. “Can you feel him?”
Sam hesitantly touched the animal’s fluttering bewilderment that overlapped with contentment at the droning sound of human voices.
“Then maybe your head is on the fritz because I was just out there and Alec is fine.”
“Wait,” Sam blinked up at his brother in confusion. “You saw him? He’s okay?”
“Yes, Sam!” Dean had to yank a few times before the overturned freezer would open. “I saw him and I talked to him! Look, I get that there's a lot of bullshit between you guys, but it’s time to put your shit aside and think about your kid. That’s all we have to concentrate on right now, you got it? And if you’re lucky he won’t pack up for Seattle and never speak to you again.”
Sam caught the ice pack with both hands so he wouldn’t drop it. “Are you sure he’s okay?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Because I thought… I thought I heard something weird out there.”
“Like what?” Dean demanded. “Like the house coming down on your head?”
“No,” Sam muttered. “Something else.”
“Sometimes when I get punched in the face I hear little tweety birds—“
“I’m serious, Dean!”
“So am I!” Dean shouted back. “You’re taking the night off! You hear me?”
Sam knew when it was no use fighting anymore. With a groan, he kneaded his knuckles into his aching forehead. Maybe his brother was right. He hadn’t exactly been in a coherent state of mind when it happened. “Okay. Fine. We drive out there first thing in the morning.”
“Good,” Dean nodded. “First thing.”
Sam flinched when his brother kicked the teetering front door over. “Dean,” he wanted to shut his eyes but he didn’t. “You said… you said you had questions.”
His brother sighed.
“Yeah, I got a few,” Dean rubbed at his eyes. “But right now all I want is some sleep. If your bed is still in one piece I suggest you do the same.”
Sam suddenly wanted to blurt out what he’d heard in the church. He wanted to tell Dean about the warning their father had given him. Sam wanted to tell every secret he had so he wouldn’t have to say one word about that broken window.
“Good night, Sam.”
Maybe his brother knew it all already and was thinking about packing the car and leaving with Alec after they got through with him in the morning. Pressing the ice pack against his closed eyes, Sam leaned back and wondered how the hell he was going to manage getting any sleep. But his body had other plans. His worn out brain was already winding down to the rest he badly required. It wasn’t until he was almost gone that something worrisome tugged him back from the edge of slumber.
Sam’s thoughts wandered to the cell phone left behind to ring in the dirt. His brother had said he’d talked to Alec just after he’d disappeared into the corn, but… but if Dean saw Alec with his own eyes than everything must be okay for now. He cleared his mind of every thought and every thing.
Dean was right.
It could wait until morning.
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