Edge_Break
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What if Sam's powers manifested earlier?
For the record, I actually like John Winchester, believe he did love both his sons very much, and think he did the best he could under really awful circumstances (not that his best was good ENOUGH, but...). In this story, however, John is a complete A-hole who blames Sam for Mary's death. He also has a tendency to listen to "other sources" regarding his son, which will cause... issues.
This first section covers Sam & Dean at ages 15 and 19, respectively, with flashbacks in later chapters to Sam at age 10.
I'm new to posting in AO3, and don't want to give TOO much of the plot away too early, so tags may change. This entire section is completed, but I am editing. I hope to post every couple of days, but will do my best to post at least once per week.
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- Part 1 of Evolution
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“Sammy?” The crack in his voice is too noticeable and Sam flinches. Dean takes a shaky inhale and pretends that panic and confusion aren’t meddling together. That they aren’t causing the uncomfortable tightness in his throat and the irritation behind his eyes.
This notebook screams witchcraft and magic, and if there is one thing that Dean knows, it’s that magic is bad and only bad people use magic. Magic is for sorcerers bent on sacrificing virgins or witches who raise the dead, not for sweet little brothers with puppy dog eyes. That shit kills anything it touches.
Sammy is not a killer.
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The one where Sam finds magic and Dean has never been able to turn his brother down.
This. Is what comes of broken boys with too much power. This is what they become. -
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After Charlie's death and a bad hunt Sam gives up. He makes a decision that changes everything.
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“Your brother has yet again done something with drastic cosmic consequences.” Sam squeezed his eyes shut, unwilling to see the hatred and disappointment on Dean’s face. “Samuel.” Death called and he couldn’t have rejected the request if he’d tried. “You would give up all that you have worked so hard to accomplish, all that you are, and live a subservient life instead?” Sam swallowed thickly, blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out how to say what he needed to say.“If it means none of my mistakes happen, all of those lives saved,” Sam couldn’t stop his eyes from darting to Dean once but was taken aback by the stricken look on his face. “Of course I would.” He turned back to Death who was gazing at him like a bug under a microscope. He guessed that’s what he really was to something as powerful as Death. The horseman nodded once as he stood.
“Very well."
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An AU first half of Season 8 (pre-Trials storyline, that essentially remains the same, give or take a few subtle changes but everything before Trial and Error has been altered.) Following the explosion at the Leviathan headquarters, Dick Roman is gone, Dean and Cas were taken to Purgatory, and Sam is alone. Or, he would be. But unfortunately, for Sam, someone has eyes on him. Someone has watched Sam for years, waiting for their opportunity to strike, and with Cas and Dean finally (supposedly) off the playing board, they take their golden opportunity to use Sam against another supernatural being, one that, according to rumors, Sam is already destined to kill. And when Dean returns from Purgatory, the first thing he does is search out his wayward brother, who may or may not be the same one he left behind.
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- Part 1 of Blood Bound
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A full Sabriel rewrite of the show, beginning in Sam’s first year of college. Involves a lot of angst with tender moments to come.
“Kid…what the hell are you doing in my basement?”
Sam opened one lazy eye, blinking sleep from his recently closed lashes. Inhaling deeply, he stretched and yawned loudly before turning to address the intruder. Based on the ring of keys in his right hand and the mop held defensively in his left, he was the Crawford Hall janitor. After all, that was the building he was hiding out in.
“Well, would you believe me if I told you I was just a student who couldn’t afford housing?” Sam said, voice rough from what had been more of a nap than actual human sleep. He’d fallen asleep around 1 a.m., and the clock above the janitor now barely sometime past 3 a.m. “‘Cause that’s pretty much it.”