The Incredible Shrinking Winchester
BA Canon: No || AU
Timeline: After The Schism of Fire and Water
( Part 6 of 6 )
Sam clambered to the center of his ledge again, breathing heavily after his close call. Then froze as he felt eyes on him. He wasn’t as alone as he’d thought.
He already knew who it was.
Sam turned to face her. Celeste. The architect of his curse.
She was standing against the wall of the canyon with a smirk. “Oh, Sammy. How nice of you to join us at last.”
Sam snarled, storming towards her. “What the hell did you do to me? Why now? ”
She held up a clawed hand. He froze in place, under her control. With a slow, swaying stride, she walked around him. “Hmmm. You did grow up nice,” she complimented. “Too bad I never got your brother with this. He would be fun to have around. Such pretty eye candy for a Winchester.”
He glared at her and she sighed. “Ruining all the fun. At least Dean-O made things interesting when I had him caught. Always screaming and yelling his dear little head off.” Her hot breath brushed against Sam’s neck. “You still have a part to play in things, Sammy boy. Maybe Dean will even play his part before you go subatomic. I… hope you enjoy the view on the way down. But your part in their world is over now. Welcome… to your new home. Until even this grows too big for you to see.” She gave him a wink as she straightened. “You might want to hold on to that hook of yours. It’ll come in handy.”
The air warped around her as she vanished.
Released from her freezing hold, Sam almost plunged through the air she’d been in moments before. He caught himself against the wall with a curse.
His situation started to really sink in. She’d stolen his world. His family… his brother. Everything. It was right there, above him. Around him. But forever out of reach. Dean might as well not exist at this size. If Sam tried to make his way back to them, he could die. They just had to brush against the tabletop and he would be just a memory. Put a book down. Spill a glass of water.
No way to communicate.
No way to let Dean know he was okay. He was alive.
Straightening, Sam steeled himself for what lay ahead.
He sent one last glance up at the sky. One last look at Bobby’s house beyond. One last wish for Dean, and a prayer that they’d see each other again one day in the future.
That one day he could embrace his brother as an equal. Dean’s smiling face flashed into his mind one last time, winking at him when the older hunter was up to no good. Sam smiled back at the memory, a forgotten tear falling down his face.
Then Sam turned to his new world. He needed to climb farther down if he wanted to survive another gust like the last one. His brother had become a force of nature Sam needed to weather just like a hurricane.
He dropped into darkness, eyes adjusting as he went.
( I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I hate the ending as much as everyone else. Sammy’s on his own in this AU and I think we all need hugs now. )
|| Part 5 )