#kidnapped!sam

Chapter Four – Homeward Bound

Sam and Dean studied each other over a box of pizza. “So uh... if we're not hunters in this reality... then how do you know Cas?”

“Angels tend to work in cooperation with law enforcement. Police, they have special divisions that are made up of what you call hunters. We let those that don't mean any harm live, and those that kill people, if we don't kill them in defense of another, or in defense of ourselves, end up on trial. If they are convicted, they are killed.”

Sam blinked at him. “So you're a...?”

“Cop? Sort of. I'm a police detective on the Kansas State Supernatural Protection Agency within the State Police.” Dean shrugged when Sam made a face at him. The younger man was obviously impressed.

“So what kind of lawyer did I become?”

“You are a prosecutor for us. You made a ton of money though as a corporate lawyer, but eventually changed to criminal law. Aren't you a lawyer in your world?”

“No,” Sam admitted. “Mom... Dad... they're both dead. Jess... I watched her burn on the ceiling thanks to the demon that you and Cas killed in Maine. I just... couldn't return to school after losing Jess.”

“You know, the Jess in this universe, and the Jess in your universe, while they are the same type of creature, doesn't mean their personalities are the same.”

“Yeah, the Dean Winchester I know would never go into law enforcement, and he'd rather shoot and ask questions later. He's a rough, tough womanizer.”

“Whereas I prefer being a one woman man.”

* * *

Castiel looked in the full length mirror that sat in Sam's spare bedroom, in his house in Lawrence, Kansas. He'd taken a little bit of Sam's blood, with his permission when he'd woken up upon their arrival, and used it to paint the appropriate sigils to call the other reality.

The Castiel of the other reality appeared in the mirror a few minutes later.

Both angels studied each other for a few moments before the one on Sam's side of the mirror spoke. “I think I have something that belongs to you.”

“I concur,” the being in the mirror agreed. “I do believe I have something of yours as well.”

“You find him, Cas,” a voice sounded in the background of the mirror.

“Yes, Dean, I have located our Sam,” he responded as Sam and Dean walked in through the bedroom door.

Seeing his younger brother enter the room, the Dean from Sam's proper reality shoved Castiel out of the way and looked in the mirror. “Sammy, you okay, man?”

“Fine, thanks to your dopple ganger here, and the angel that killed Jess and Azazel.”

“Jess is dead,” another voice asked, relief evident in it. “She was trying her damnedest to kill me and hide it from the angels that it was her....”

“So... you two angels know how to get the Sammys back home to their rightful realities?”

* * *

Two days later, Castiel had been able to get the materials together to right the wrongs that Jessica Moore had caused, and Sam Winchester woke up in his own reality. When he opened his eyes, it was to his brother's face right in his, his body being shaken by the older man's hands.

“Easy Dean, I'm home, it's me.”

“Good,” his brother replied, helping him sit up. “God I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Sam agreed. “Missed Cas and Crowley too... and I don't even know why I missed that pain the ass demon.”

Dean chuckled, giving Sam's shoulder a slap. “Glad to have you back.”

“Same.”

“Oh... uh... Castiel, from that other reality... he kind of clued us in on a few things... and Cas and I sort of... well... we set you up on a blind date.”

“WHAT!?”

“Relax, she's cute, and a certain angel and I are paying for the date.”

“You... you jerk! How many times do I have to tell you to stay the hell out of my life life!?”

“You'll be thanking me later, Bitch.” Dean paused, suddenly remembering something. “Oh, and since when do you race the dirt track circuit? I mean, I fixed the car while you were missing and got your winnings, but uh... yeah. Take it easy with that thing. I almost wrecked it on the way back to Bobby's to fix it. Frigging thing has some horses under the hood combined with a shit load of torque... who the hell is your mechanic,and where the fuck did you get it?”

Sam just laughed. He wasn't going to confess. He didn't want his brother to know he wasn't as dumb as he thought when it came to automobiles. There were just some things that Dean wasn't ready to know about his life in college. It wasn't all studying and attending class like he'd lead his brother to believe. During the summers while he'd attended Stanford, there had been fast cars and freedom, with two very pretty women, only one of which he had dated. College had been more fun than Dean would ever be aware.

Briefly, he considered teaching Dean how to race a dirt track... but only briefly. If there was one thing he knew about his brother, it was that when it came to trying to teach him something new, the older man bitched and bellyached worse than anyone they'd ever met. Besides, it was nice knowing how to do something that his brother didn't.

The corners of Cas's lips quirked upward, reading Sam's mind. He could blow the whistle, but decided not to. Sam deserved a few secrets, God knew Dean kept enough of his own.

Chapter Two – Something Is Fishy Here

Sam twitched, feeling a hand squeeze his own. The fingers that were wrapped around his were soft and feminine. It was not the hand that he'd been expecting to come awake to.

Gently, he felt the thumb of the hand trace circles on the back of his hand, a scent assaulting his nose over the scent of antiseptic that should not have been there. He knew by the feeling of the bed and antiseptics that he was in the hospital... and the last time he'd smelled sweet peas and violet had been the last time he'd kissed Jessica Moore... when he'd kissed her goodbye to go with his brother to try to find their father.

He opened his eyes, and immediately, he seen the tear filled blue eyes of his late girlfriend. “Jess,” he asked tiredly.

“Hey baby,” she replied before kissing his hand. “How are you feeling? You fell down the stairs at home and hit your head.”

“Mmm, what,” he said, confused. His eyes drooped closed again, but he reopened them. I don't...?”

“You were out for quite a while,” she explained. “Enough for this little tyke to let his presence be known.”

He looked down her frame, his gaze settling on the baby bump that sat atop her lap. “I don't... I thought...?”

“What's wrong?”

“Is this even real?”

“Of course it is, silly. Don't you remember?”

“I thought you'd died.”

Jess blinked at him in surprise. “Sam, I can assure you, I'm very much alive... Let me call the doctor.”

* * *

An hour later, the doctor, a very pretty red head, had explained that Sam may have been dreaming while he'd been in the coma which may have appeared to be very, very real, and may have had some amnesia associated with the head injury.

Sam stayed in the hospital for an additional two weeks before being discharged into Jess's capable hands. It was wonderful being with her again, and when she'd played their wedding video for him, he cried. He wished he could remember such a magical moment, but each time he tried, he just remembered watching her burn, stuck on the ceiling of their apartment.

The first few times he had watched, he'd been too teary eyed to notice. About the fifth time that he'd watched it though, he noticed something peculiar. Dean wasn't there, but his mother, Mary, and his father, John, were both pictured.

The fact that they were there was more evident when the reception came on. The mother son dance clearly depicted his mother dancing with him. His father had also made a speech... even going so far as to put his oldest boy down for not being at the wedding or the after party.

Sam frowned, realizing who else was missing. No one from the hunting community was there, and some of his school friends weren't there either.

He did however notice that Adam, his younger brother, was there. The kid had made his own speech about how Sam, Dean, and their mother had welcomed him into the family when their father's indiscretions were discovered. The fact that John had cheated on Mary struck Sam as odd. He shut his eyes and could clearly remember how obsessed his father had been with finding the demon that had killed his wife. He also remembered how he and Dean had come across Adam, born several years after Mary had died in his nursery.

The brunet looked up when his blond wife came into the room, a grilled cheese and soup on a plate for him. He was laying in the recliner in the living room, and she placed the tray on his lap, smiling. He offered her a smile back before taking a nice, big bite of his sandwich. “Why didn't Dean make it to our wedding?”

“To be truthful, we didn't invite him. We told your parents that he'd declined due to his own wife.”

“Oh,” Sam replied. “Why didn't we invite him?” To Sam, to not have invited Dean seemed unfathomable.

“You really don't remember, do you? Your brother was a known con man. He never made an honest dollar in his life. Do you remember the scam he tried to run at your graduation party for high school, how he claimed to have a sick cat that needed surgery to survive?”

“My brother's not a con man.”

“Oh my God... you really, really don't remember....”

“Remember what, Jess?”

“Dean died years ago. He tried conning the wrong people and they killed him after they killed your parents and younger brother.”

“What!?”

“If it weren't for us living in California, you would have died too.”

Sam was quiet for sometime after hearing he was the last Winchester left. He felt tired and weak... it was as though he'd been declining since he'd gotten out of the hospital. It didn't help that his wife was trying to keep him in bed or on the recliner.

After watching him for a while, she kissed his cheek. “I need to go out, for a few hours” she told him. “You stay in your recliner... I'll be back in a little while.”

“Alright, Babe,” Sam replied, waiting for her to leave.

When he had heard Jess's car pull out of the driveway, he removed himself from the ton of blankets she'd put him under, and got up. He stretched, scratching his chest. One thing he'd discovered when he'd gotten dressed at the hospital had been his tattoo was intact.

The brunet Winchester looked around. Something was definitely going on, and he aimed to find out just what had happened.

Silently, he crept to the hallway and tried the door that Jess had been running in and out of. It was locked. Frowning, he looked around. Why would Jess have a locked door in a house she shared with her husband?

He stood there and thought for several long minutes. He knew she had to have had a spare key somewhere. Finally he opened the closet across the hall and started to feel under some of the lower shelves that were in it.

“As Dean says, Yahtzee.”

Within seconds of finding the key, he was in the office, looking around. One thing he'd come to notice in their shared home had been there weren't any phones.

Nothing looked out of the ordinary in the home office, but Sam decided to dig deeper. Something was definitely wrong with the situation he was in.

He sat down at the desk and tried to open the filing cabinet. It too was locked. “Christ, you sure aren't making this easy,” he mumbled, feeling around the underside of the desk for the key. Finding it, he opened the filing cabinet. The same key also opened the drawers in the desk.

Sam decided to go through the filing cabinet first. He pulled a stack of papers out and started to go through them, frowning. Nothing struck him as being out of the ordinary so he put them back. Same went for the desk.

He was about to leave the room when a particular picture caught his eye. It seemed to be created from old canvas, something that didn't happen much anymore. Approaching the painting, he reached out and touched the gilded frame, and then wrapped his hand around it as gently as he could before trying to adjust it. It didn't move, so he gave it a gentle tug to the side, and it slid. Behind where it had been, he found a combination safe.

He glanced toward the door before touching the dial. What on earth could Jess have used as a combination?

Sam tried her birthday, then his, and then her mother's. He tried their so called anniversary, her due date with the baby, the day they met. He tried the day of their graduation from college too.

The tall brunet had been about to bang his head when another combination of numbers popped into his mind. She obviously didn't want him in the safe, so she would have made the combination something he wouldn't think of. He glanced around again before entering his mother and father's anniversary. It popped right open.

There were a few things that greeted him when he opened the safe. He seen a stack of papers, a stack of hundred dollar bills, and most tellingly, a cell phone that had the battery removed. He found the power pack under the papers.

He cleaned the safe out but for the cash and took a seat at the nearby desk.

The top paper was a divorce petition, which Sam began to study. He'd filed for divorce, and had sited the reason as the wife having an extramarital affair.

The younger Winchester put it aside. It had been dated over a year and a half before, and Jess still hadn't signed it.

The next paper made him raise his eyebrows. It was a prenuptial agreement. He read it over in its entirety before reading it a second time. Apparently, they'd married after he'd gotten a big time job immediately after graduating law school. It stated that if they divorced, she'd get next to nothing... and judging by the bank statements that were under the prenuptial agreement, registered in his name and only his name, he was a very wealthy man. Her own finances didn't look anywhere near as good.

He continued searching through the papers, finding some other things of note. He ended up putting everything back before putting the battery back in the phone. It was dead, but there was a charger. He also found a black box, clearly from the cable company.

Carrying the phone and cable box back to the living room, he hid the phone and charger behind the entertainment system before he hooked the cable box up. Jess had claimed they didn't have cable, nor did they have phone service at that particular house because it was their vacation home.

After hooking the cable box up, he turned it on along with the television. His eyebrows shot up, seeing the news come on. It was yet another thing she'd lied about.

He coughed as he sat back down. He really wasn't feeling well and started to drift back off to sleep. He Sam startled completely awake when a particular news bulletin came on. He was considered a missing person, and no one knew where he'd gone.

Sam watched the whole news segment. His law firm was putting up a very large reward for information leading to his whereabouts. He also became aware that he was somewhere in New England... near Portland, Maine. He knew he needed to get away, but he also knew, judging by the snow outside, that without outerwear, he wasn't going to get far without freezing to death.

A few minutes later, the phone beeped that it was done charging. It was at that same moment that Jess walked into the house.

When Realities Collide

Chapter One – An Accident

November 2, 2013

Money was tight, it had been something he and his brother had agreed about, and it had caused some arguments about what was most important. Sam knew he should have searched for Dean while he'd been missing. He knew that his brother would have done the same for him. They were all the family they had left.

The younger Winchester walked through Bobby's old salvage yard. He'd had something hidden there, something he'd kept from his brother. Dean didn't exactly know what he was capable of, and that suited him just fine most of the time.

He was heading toward an old building that Bobby had allowed him to put a padlock on. It was located on the edge of the property, and if one didn't know where the property lines were, one would expect that it belonged to a neighbor.

Sam looked around, grabbing the lock. He entered the combination, pulling the padlock open, followed by the doors. Inside sat a car covered in a tarp, but when he pulled the brown cover off, there sat a beautiful 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle 454 SS. The maroon paint was dark, with twin black stripes running from front to back of the vehicle. It was a powerful vehicle, with a larger block than Dean's beloved Baby.

Gently, he patted the car's hood. “Hey girl, long time no see,” he said softly to it. He might have teased his brother, but he understood the allure of giving a car a nickname, of loving the thing like family. “Sorry I haven't been around in a long time. I've been spending a lot of time with my brother. He'd probably shit a brick if he found out about you... it'd probably be worse if he found out I rebuilt you with the help of an old friend.” He gave a small smile to the big block Chevy, letting his hand trail along its side while he went toward the shelves that Bobby had in the garage.

He did the cursory checks that had to be done to a car after it had sat for a while, and put a fresh battery in, along with fresh hoses and seals. He cleaned the engine and greased what needed it. He changed the spark plugs, the oil, the filters, and the other fluids. He also put fresh high performance gas in the tank, having deliberately run the fuel out before he'd stored her.

Finally, Sam pulled a few magnets down and examined them. The car was street legal, but barely. Most couldn't handle her horsepower, and the first few times he'd driven her, he would have wrecked her if his best friend in college hadn't insisted they take her out to the desert during spring break so he could learn to drive her.

God he missed that girl. The last time he'd heard from her had been around the time that Jess had died.

Finally, he decided on a specific set of magnets, affixing them to the sides. When he was done, satisfied that they'd stick, he opened the door to the car and slid in. He knew he should have probably welded them shut, but the car being street legal, he hadn't. He had however installed a roll bar and racing harnesses in addition to leaving the normal seat belts.

He fastened the seat belt and checked in the back seat. The helmet was still there from the last time he'd done this, which made him smile, remembering the last race he'd entered. The summer between his third and fourth years of college, the two of them, with Jess as a spectator, had taken the Chevelle on the dirt circuit. When he'd gotten the hang of racing, he'd won more races than he'd lost.

“C'mon Wild Fire,” he said softly, rubbing the car's dash as he inserted the key into the ignition. When he turned it, she roared to life, making him grin. “Good girl. Now lets see if we can get a little extra cash and save mine and Dean's asses.”

Sam undid the emergency brake before hitting the clutch, easily sliding the vehicle into gear, leaving tire marks on the floor as he tore out of the garage, down the driveway, and out onto the street.

* * *

Sam arrived a few hours later where the race was being held. The track was half pavement, half dirt, something he'd raced before. He knew Dean was there to watch, unbeknownst to the blond brother that his baby brother was driving in it.

He knew if Dean knew he was entering in anything, he would have put his foot down and said no.

Keeping an eye out, the younger man went over to the registration desk to enter Wild Fire. He produced the five hundred dollars to enter, and then slunk back to the Chevelle. He'd entered under his real name, the registration clerk having recognized him from prior days when he'd raced.

When it was nearing noon, Sam went back to his car. Racers were being told to take their places for the main event while the announcer explained the course, which was to be watched on a display when the cars were out of view. A blimp was over the area, and the attached camera was going to keep the spectators in the loop.

He slid into Wild Fire, putting his helmet on his brunet head and tinted visor down. When the car rumbled to life under his gentle hand, he moved into position. Because he hadn't made the qualifying race, he didn't have the most coveted starting position, but it hadn't mattered in the past.

The racers lined up, and soon, the official with the starting pistol entered the podium next to the track. Sam revved Wild Fire's engine, prepared to throw her into gear when it went off.

When the trigger was pulled, Wild Fire lurched forward. Sam didn't move into first place immediately. He was left in third for a little while, but by the time the final lap came around an hour later, the maroon car was out in first, leading the other racers who were jockeying for the second place position. Three cars out of the ten that had been entered had crashed on the portion of the track that left the stadium and cut across the neighboring farmland.

“And in first place,” he heard the announcer say over the radio, “is a returning champion, driving car number 13, a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle 454 SS that is fondly known as Wild Fire is the one and only, Sam Winchester! Winchester hasn't been seen on the dirt track in about eight years, but boy does this guy know how to make a comeback!”

Dean's eyes were wide at the announcement. It had come when Sam had slid into first place on the next to last turn, drifting the car like an expert around it. Sammy was entered in a cut throat, dangerous race, driving a car he'd never seen, hadn't been able to make sure it was safe for his little brother to drive. Sammy was handling a car with an engine bigger than his Impala like he was a pro.

Then it hit him... His Sammy was also kicking ass, leading by three car lengths, and the distance was getting larger on the straight away. His Sammy was winning.

The blond, with the revelations of what his brother was doing, his motor functions finally kicked in. He got up from his seat on the bleachers, dumping his nearly empty bucket of popcorn and half empty cup of beer, and ran down the walkway. He rushed to where the pits were for when they held the longer races, opened the gate, and joined the VIPs as Wild Fire crossed the finish line.

What happened next had Dean's heart leap into his throat, stopping his breath. Out of nowhere, the drivers side of the Chevelle collapsed, struck by an unseen force which sent it rolling.

The good news was, when it stopped moving, the drivers side just needed a new fender and door, something Dean was sure they'd be able to scare up at Bobby's old salvage yard. The bad news was, even though the car had been sent into the grass in the middle of the track, and the other cars, having passed the finish line had come to a stop, Sam hadn't shown any signs of life.

The older of the brothers jumped over the barrier of the pit, over the next barrier that separated the pit from the track, and then to the maroon car. “Sam!” he yelled, sliding to a stop next to the vehicle. Seeing his brother was breathing, he was relieved. “Sammy?”

“Dean,” Sam asked, opening his eyes. Dean opened the visor and looked at his brother. There were a few cuts, one of which was sending blood down his face, the broken glass from the crash having found its way under the protective face shield, but he looked relatively unharmed.