A Supernatural FanFiction Story
By KC
After getting Sam, Dean, and Scott to the hospital to receive treatment, Hilery returned with the local police to the farm where the bodies were. They cleared them out after airing the spring cellar out to dissipate the poisonous gas, and during the police investigation, another body that had begun to decompose was found. It was the nephilim son of the angel. He’d been found inside the house, in a closet, dead.
The police had recognized him immediately as the man who had, just before the murders, had run from police. He’d sustained a gunshot wound during his escape, and had bled out inside the house.
When she’d returned to the hospital a few hours after she’d left, it was to find the three Winchester brothers talking over a couple of caffeine free colas, learning about each others lives.
Much to Sam’s amusement, Dean and Scott seemed to have a special bond… a psychic bond. The few months before when Dean had grabbed his shoulder in agony, after Hilery had found her mother, had coincided with Scott being injured on the job. He’d sustained a wound to his bullet proof vest.
There were a lot of similarities between the twins, but there were also a lot of differences. Scott was from Galveston, Texas, a former Marine who had served two tours in Afghanistan, and had continued his education to get two bachelors and a masters while Dean was a high school drop out with a GED who could not stand authority.
Scott had served two enlistments and Dean was a slacker who was afraid of flying, and while the left twin loved classic rock, the right twin enjoyed a mixture of musics, but his favorite had to be country.
Taking a seat next to Sam at Dean’s bedside, she listened as the three of them debated the different kinds of firearms and their merits.
As it turned out, Scott wasn’t as oblivious to the supernatural world as others in law enforcement because he’d encountered a few things that should have not existed during his tours overseas as a Marine.
Scott, Dean’s twin brother, may have been a member of the homicide unit within the Federal Bureau of Investigations, but he knew they were innocent of what they’d been accused of thanks to the Leviathan.
They had also discovered that Scott had served as a hunter while in Afghanistan and Iraq, protecting his colleagues and brothers and sisters in arms.
The information that Hilery was hearing just confirmed to her that the Winchester Family had hunting encoded into their DNA.
Case wrapped up, Scott returned to the Texas Field Office that he worked out of after he was discharged from the hospital to discover that everyone he had worked with was dead, slaughtered. Checking the security video, the long lost Winchester brother watched as two men that looked remarkably like his brothers, the creatures that the two men had called Leviathans, killed everyone he had worked with. He knew Sam and Dean were innocent, but he also knew he had to go to ground for a while.
He dialed Dean’s cell phone to let him know what was up as he walked out of the Field Office, informed him of what had happened and the fact that he was going into a somewhat hidden state, and wished him good luck.
Two weeks later, the temporary agents that were sent out to clean up the mess from the Leviathans kicked his door in to find him gone. He had a warrant for his arrest for aiding and abetting a couple of fugitives that were on the top of the most wanted list. They wanted to lock him up for letting his brothers go.
After his brother hung up, having told him about the failed raid that had been on the news, Dean looked at his younger brother. They had just gotten their hands on an earth wrapped object that Dick Roman wanted so bad he could taste it, and the two of them wanted to know what exactly it was within the rock.
The thunder sounded as a warning, but it didn’t stop them from doing what needed to be done. They cracked the earth’s womb open to discover the Demon Tablet, the key to stopping the Leviathan.
It was a few weeks after that that Scott felt the connection with his brother grow thin as it had done when he’d been in hell, and again when he’d been in heaven. He knew Dean was alive, feeling every injury his brother sustained, but when he tried to contact Sam, he’d found he’d been unable to.
The younger man had just walked away from everything… even the girl that Scott felt Sam belonged with had been walked away from, leaving her to face the world without him by her side.
He knew Sam would come to his senses eventually and return to her… but didn’t know how long that would take, or what would need to happen for him to get over the butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t know how long it would take for Sam to grow up and be a man.
The End
STORY CONTINUED IN FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS
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