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Fanfic... Future Evil!Sam
I got a story... I can't promise I'll continue it, I'm a wildcard about stories I just get bored and have trouble continuing them. I have been thinking of this one for awhile... so I don't think I'll get bored.
Author: AlaskaCannoli
Title: Corruption Comes With Foreshadowing
Pairing: Jo/Sam
Rating: PG-13 (a little cursing, mostly asterisks... it's safe)
Summary: Sam was starting to think that he would be just fine, and safe from evil demon-possessions... until the visions. Which, happened to include an interesting foreshadowing of him and Jo's future romantic involvement.
Author: AlaskaCannoli
Title: Corruption Comes With Foreshadowing
Pairing: Jo/Sam
Rating: PG-13 (a little cursing, mostly asterisks... it's safe)
Summary: Sam was starting to think that he would be just fine, and safe from evil demon-possessions... until the visions. Which, happened to include an interesting foreshadowing of him and Jo's future romantic involvement.
CHAPTER 1-
A vision passed across the tip of his mind like a feather, it brushed against his current thought and sunk deep into everything like black smog. Sam’s eyes flickered on its current image: his ceiling and then became a flash of something new. His head retreated back to his pillow; Sam was reluctant to allow this vision to take over but remembered his brother’s warnings about how these visions were going to tear him from limb to limb until he allowed it. This vision was different though; it was not as tangible and sunk into every crack and cranny of mind not allowing any distractions. It was his most powerful.
A voice echoed against it, and it sounded like… like his voice. It was all in Latin though.
The first image was vivid and dark. Yet, the most clear one he’d ever seen. It was an image of him sitting on a couch somewhere, his hair was different and less dirty, like it used to be before his hunting jobs, and he was older, and there was a scar that stuck out a little from under his shirt collar. It looked painful. Though future Sam was very calm, and confident. On his face was a smirk, as he waited. Waited for something.
Then the door opened, and out came Jo. She was older too, and she seemed brighter and happier. A giant smile crossed her face and Sam’s had one in response. Future Sam sprung up and hugged her tightly.
“How was the chupacabra? Did it hurt you?” she asked, checking his palms and cheeks. Future Jo knew every corner of his usual wound-sensitive areas by heart, as she checked behind his ears and even pulled up his shirt and checked his stomach.
“Nothing there…” she said with relief, future Sam had a faint smile at the corner of his lips as he watched her brighten even more and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I’m stronger then a goat…” Sam replied with skilled knowledge on the chupacabra’s favorite meal, goats. He entwined his fingers with hers and leaned in closer.
“Oh. Then you can protect me from them from now on,” she joked. Then as they went into another heated kiss, she felt something on his back. She quickly looked up at him, and then pulled his shirt up from the back…
There was a giant scar running down diagonally.
Jo looked up at him again, in full-concerned-mode.
“Sam!” Jo looked at it again and then ran off to find her first aid kit.
Suddenly the vision stopped. It was put on pause, oddly. The cloud disappeared quickly, and Sam was thrust back into the present. His heart lunged forward, and his thoughts were incoherent. Him and Jo? Were they married? They seemed married… or in love. Where was Dean? What did this all mean? Why was this vision so different? Where did he get that scar?
The questions flooded in, but he didn’t have time to go over them as the door opened and his brother, Dean joined him.
“Did you know that summer homes in Tuscany really do come with little gardens and fountains?” he asked, his mouth in a sarcastic sneer as he pounded his dirty boots on the carpet and dropped the bag of sloppy hamburgers onto his bed.
“These people are so snooty.”
Quickly, Dean seized his hamburger and fries and tossed the rest to his little brother. Who was still in his dazed stupor over the vision.
“What’s wrong?” then with amusement, “It looks like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Sam laughed and shook his head, “No… not that. I had another vision.”
“Oh.” Dean paused, and stopped eating. This was becoming a bad habit for both of them, every time Sam mentioned a vision; each one of them would freak out and worry. Dean used to barely care until the visions got more vicious and more real. They predicted things he didn’t want to know. Most were inescapable too.
“It wasn’t bad.” Sam quickly reassured.
“Then it can’t be one of your visions.”
“No! Really! It wasn’t that bad. It was… just weird.”
“How do you still find stuff weird after everything we’ve seen?”
“I’ll tell you later. It’s a bit… personal.”
Dean was worried again; he studied his little brother carefully for a second wondering if he should risk ruining his day just to fight Sam on something he had a right to do. It wasn’t normal to have personal issues between the brothers, now that no one could actually go out and do something personal. There wasn’t any time.
Sam let out a huff and looked down at the hamburger and fries. It looked like a Jacuzzi of grease to him. Dean raised his eyebrows and gruffly said, “Don’t want it? Give it to me!”
“No.” Sam said as he pulled his food to defend it, “Eat your own!”
Dean shook his head impatiently, and began to eat again. Sam thought over the vision more. This meant he’d be seeing Jo again. Not sure how soon, but soon enough. He never reconciled things with her after his incident- oh. This makes it all more awkward. I couldn’t possibly see her want to date me after everything I did. Even if I was possessed. Doesn’t she like Dean?
Yes, he had a small thing for her. It wasn’t as deep as what the demon said though… it couldn’t be…. he barely knew her. Wouldn’t that be too soon? Another thing! Was Meg a girl or a boy? Or just an all around sex-crazed lunatic? Meg hit on him, Meg hit on John, Meg hit on Dean and Meg hit on Jo. Who the heck is Meg really?
“Maybe you should just tell me now so that this doesn’t come back later to bite both of us on the ass,” Dean said after he finished eating while Sam was busy thinking about his vision.
“Fine!” Sam replied in his own little angsty way.
“Go on…” Dean beckoned.
“I was older, cleaner, still hunting, had a big scar on my back and was romantically involved… with Jo.” Dean paused for a second then let out a big laugh.
“Not a vision, Sam!” A smirk lit up his face and he laughed more. Sam rolled his eyes and continued.
“Yes it was! I had a giant scar!”
“Sounds more like a dream to me.”
Dean didn’t know about what happened during Sam’s possession, but it’s probably better he didn’t. Maybe that did make Sam look at Jo a bit differently… but it didn’t mean he was going to go rape her, or fall in love with her. It just filled him in with information… about what romantic situations with her might be like. It was a vision!
“No! It was a vision, Dean! It was! I don’t want a giant scar!” Sam protested.
“Apparently you do.”
Dean let out another laugh, and then went towards the door.
“I got some ladies to meet. It’ll give you time to try not to find some more kinky situations where you seduce Jo.”
Sam let out another huff, and rolled his eyes yet again. A little like a little boy does after he picks on a girl by tugging her pigtails. Mature. The vision found this as a perfect time to ambush him back into its former story.
Future Sam was walking along the rocky creases on an abandoned street, this time his hair was filled with dirt along with his hands. The scar wasn’t there, it wasn’t there at all. He wiped his hands on his jeans to get the dirt off then met up with a mysterious person. He didn’t seem normal, they seemed out of control and mild but vicious.
The man spoke in Latin immediately, and Sam replied in Latin. Then future Sam drew out a large silver knife and cut his arm slightly letting blood pour into a silver goblet. The one Meg (if that’s her name) used to communicate with… the yellow eyed demon!
Future Sam, remembering what future Jo would do later… healed his wound with a strange spell and then called up the yellow eyed demon. It didn’t work… because a gun shot smashed against the brick above his head and led him to turn around. Future Dean!
Dean gave him an angry menacing glare and took his aim again…this time at future him. Future Sam warded it off with more Latin mutterings. Then thrust his knife at Dean and pulled him to the wall with sickening speed.
“Big brother…” he said in a taunt, placing the knife dangerous close to his neck.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean pushed him off and Sam instantly turned around and with strength pulled him up in the air by his neck with one of his hands.
“You think you can stop me, Dean? You can’t do anything.” Sam threw him then watched him slide across the painfully rocky ground and collide with a tree. Dean’s head pushed back, as he spit out a mouthful of blood.
“How long do you think it’ll take Jo to notice? You can’t hide your real self forever!” Dean yelled back, as he pulled himself up carefully. He eyed his younger brother and prepared his knife for his next slash. One that would affect Sam forever.
“I’ve gotten away with it this far…”
Sam shoved his hands around Dean’s throat in a vice grip. Dean groaned in pain then punched Sam in the stomach and twisted around to punch him from the side then got him into a headlock. Future Sam pulled his strong hands against the encaging arms and threw Dean over his head, till he hit the floor with a THUMP. Then sent him painful kicks.
“You’re a f*cking…(kick) useless… (kick) hopeless…” Sam sent him another kick, that plunged him into the air and flipped him over until he fell on his chest. Dean let out a howl of pain and reluctantly got up again.
“I can’t believe I ever trusted you… I should have known that you’d join the yellow demon.” Dean retorted.
“I’m not on either of your sides. I work for one person,” Sam smirked, “Me.”
Sam, with amazing unhuman agility, was at Dean’s side in seconds and held the knife up to his throat again.
“You're not loyal to anyone are you?” Dean choked out. Future Sam thought about it for a second, and realized he was. When all the other demons begged him to come out and claim leadership, to take charge and own what was rightfully his… he said no. Instead, he went out here and hunted chupacabras. That’s what Jo asked him to do.
The world was a twisted place, where every turn was filled with pain. Sam could fix that, he could help the spirits. He could avenge for them, take care of them, ensure them happiness and he could take anything he wanted with his power.
“I am taking what’s mine.” Sam replied, in a sick demented kind of way.
“You’re sick and demented!” Yeah, way to steal the narrator’s line, Dean.
“… and you’re a deadbeat hunter with no one left to chase away or boss around.” Sam put on one of his pretend sorry faces,
“How sad…”
A vast scouring pain ripped open his back and led him to screams and fainting, Sam plopped onto the ground and squirmed and screamed as he felt himself tear into two. The silver glint of Dean’s knife was in the corner of his eye, which meant it was still IN THERE!
Sam muttered a curse and the knife in his back came out and came plundering towards Dean’s heart-
Sam jumped up and noticed he was covered in sweat and was ervously ranting.The vision, it must have pulled him into sleep. He rubbed his eyes horrified. This- this couldn’t be true. It couldn’t! KILLING DEAN? DEAN? Why!?
What had he become? What would he become?
Then he heard the voice again, and this time it came with a person.
“Surprised?” asked the Sam from his vision. He came from behind the shadows entwined with the room and sported a confident grin and a gleam in his eyes. Future Sam walked with a certain swagger, and kept it casual with his hands in his pockets. Now Sam stared stunned at the marvel. TIME TRAVEL? It wasn’t possible!
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To be continued...
A vision passed across the tip of his mind like a feather, it brushed against his current thought and sunk deep into everything like black smog. Sam’s eyes flickered on its current image: his ceiling and then became a flash of something new. His head retreated back to his pillow; Sam was reluctant to allow this vision to take over but remembered his brother’s warnings about how these visions were going to tear him from limb to limb until he allowed it. This vision was different though; it was not as tangible and sunk into every crack and cranny of mind not allowing any distractions. It was his most powerful.
A voice echoed against it, and it sounded like… like his voice. It was all in Latin though.
The first image was vivid and dark. Yet, the most clear one he’d ever seen. It was an image of him sitting on a couch somewhere, his hair was different and less dirty, like it used to be before his hunting jobs, and he was older, and there was a scar that stuck out a little from under his shirt collar. It looked painful. Though future Sam was very calm, and confident. On his face was a smirk, as he waited. Waited for something.
Then the door opened, and out came Jo. She was older too, and she seemed brighter and happier. A giant smile crossed her face and Sam’s had one in response. Future Sam sprung up and hugged her tightly.
“How was the chupacabra? Did it hurt you?” she asked, checking his palms and cheeks. Future Jo knew every corner of his usual wound-sensitive areas by heart, as she checked behind his ears and even pulled up his shirt and checked his stomach.
“Nothing there…” she said with relief, future Sam had a faint smile at the corner of his lips as he watched her brighten even more and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I’m stronger then a goat…” Sam replied with skilled knowledge on the chupacabra’s favorite meal, goats. He entwined his fingers with hers and leaned in closer.
“Oh. Then you can protect me from them from now on,” she joked. Then as they went into another heated kiss, she felt something on his back. She quickly looked up at him, and then pulled his shirt up from the back…
There was a giant scar running down diagonally.
Jo looked up at him again, in full-concerned-mode.
“Sam!” Jo looked at it again and then ran off to find her first aid kit.
Suddenly the vision stopped. It was put on pause, oddly. The cloud disappeared quickly, and Sam was thrust back into the present. His heart lunged forward, and his thoughts were incoherent. Him and Jo? Were they married? They seemed married… or in love. Where was Dean? What did this all mean? Why was this vision so different? Where did he get that scar?
The questions flooded in, but he didn’t have time to go over them as the door opened and his brother, Dean joined him.
“Did you know that summer homes in Tuscany really do come with little gardens and fountains?” he asked, his mouth in a sarcastic sneer as he pounded his dirty boots on the carpet and dropped the bag of sloppy hamburgers onto his bed.
“These people are so snooty.”
Quickly, Dean seized his hamburger and fries and tossed the rest to his little brother. Who was still in his dazed stupor over the vision.
“What’s wrong?” then with amusement, “It looks like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Sam laughed and shook his head, “No… not that. I had another vision.”
“Oh.” Dean paused, and stopped eating. This was becoming a bad habit for both of them, every time Sam mentioned a vision; each one of them would freak out and worry. Dean used to barely care until the visions got more vicious and more real. They predicted things he didn’t want to know. Most were inescapable too.
“It wasn’t bad.” Sam quickly reassured.
“Then it can’t be one of your visions.”
“No! Really! It wasn’t that bad. It was… just weird.”
“How do you still find stuff weird after everything we’ve seen?”
“I’ll tell you later. It’s a bit… personal.”
Dean was worried again; he studied his little brother carefully for a second wondering if he should risk ruining his day just to fight Sam on something he had a right to do. It wasn’t normal to have personal issues between the brothers, now that no one could actually go out and do something personal. There wasn’t any time.
Sam let out a huff and looked down at the hamburger and fries. It looked like a Jacuzzi of grease to him. Dean raised his eyebrows and gruffly said, “Don’t want it? Give it to me!”
“No.” Sam said as he pulled his food to defend it, “Eat your own!”
Dean shook his head impatiently, and began to eat again. Sam thought over the vision more. This meant he’d be seeing Jo again. Not sure how soon, but soon enough. He never reconciled things with her after his incident- oh. This makes it all more awkward. I couldn’t possibly see her want to date me after everything I did. Even if I was possessed. Doesn’t she like Dean?
Yes, he had a small thing for her. It wasn’t as deep as what the demon said though… it couldn’t be…. he barely knew her. Wouldn’t that be too soon? Another thing! Was Meg a girl or a boy? Or just an all around sex-crazed lunatic? Meg hit on him, Meg hit on John, Meg hit on Dean and Meg hit on Jo. Who the heck is Meg really?
“Maybe you should just tell me now so that this doesn’t come back later to bite both of us on the ass,” Dean said after he finished eating while Sam was busy thinking about his vision.
“Fine!” Sam replied in his own little angsty way.
“Go on…” Dean beckoned.
“I was older, cleaner, still hunting, had a big scar on my back and was romantically involved… with Jo.” Dean paused for a second then let out a big laugh.
“Not a vision, Sam!” A smirk lit up his face and he laughed more. Sam rolled his eyes and continued.
“Yes it was! I had a giant scar!”
“Sounds more like a dream to me.”
Dean didn’t know about what happened during Sam’s possession, but it’s probably better he didn’t. Maybe that did make Sam look at Jo a bit differently… but it didn’t mean he was going to go rape her, or fall in love with her. It just filled him in with information… about what romantic situations with her might be like. It was a vision!
“No! It was a vision, Dean! It was! I don’t want a giant scar!” Sam protested.
“Apparently you do.”
Dean let out another laugh, and then went towards the door.
“I got some ladies to meet. It’ll give you time to try not to find some more kinky situations where you seduce Jo.”
Sam let out another huff, and rolled his eyes yet again. A little like a little boy does after he picks on a girl by tugging her pigtails. Mature. The vision found this as a perfect time to ambush him back into its former story.
Future Sam was walking along the rocky creases on an abandoned street, this time his hair was filled with dirt along with his hands. The scar wasn’t there, it wasn’t there at all. He wiped his hands on his jeans to get the dirt off then met up with a mysterious person. He didn’t seem normal, they seemed out of control and mild but vicious.
The man spoke in Latin immediately, and Sam replied in Latin. Then future Sam drew out a large silver knife and cut his arm slightly letting blood pour into a silver goblet. The one Meg (if that’s her name) used to communicate with… the yellow eyed demon!
Future Sam, remembering what future Jo would do later… healed his wound with a strange spell and then called up the yellow eyed demon. It didn’t work… because a gun shot smashed against the brick above his head and led him to turn around. Future Dean!
Dean gave him an angry menacing glare and took his aim again…this time at future him. Future Sam warded it off with more Latin mutterings. Then thrust his knife at Dean and pulled him to the wall with sickening speed.
“Big brother…” he said in a taunt, placing the knife dangerous close to his neck.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean pushed him off and Sam instantly turned around and with strength pulled him up in the air by his neck with one of his hands.
“You think you can stop me, Dean? You can’t do anything.” Sam threw him then watched him slide across the painfully rocky ground and collide with a tree. Dean’s head pushed back, as he spit out a mouthful of blood.
“How long do you think it’ll take Jo to notice? You can’t hide your real self forever!” Dean yelled back, as he pulled himself up carefully. He eyed his younger brother and prepared his knife for his next slash. One that would affect Sam forever.
“I’ve gotten away with it this far…”
Sam shoved his hands around Dean’s throat in a vice grip. Dean groaned in pain then punched Sam in the stomach and twisted around to punch him from the side then got him into a headlock. Future Sam pulled his strong hands against the encaging arms and threw Dean over his head, till he hit the floor with a THUMP. Then sent him painful kicks.
“You’re a f*cking…(kick) useless… (kick) hopeless…” Sam sent him another kick, that plunged him into the air and flipped him over until he fell on his chest. Dean let out a howl of pain and reluctantly got up again.
“I can’t believe I ever trusted you… I should have known that you’d join the yellow demon.” Dean retorted.
“I’m not on either of your sides. I work for one person,” Sam smirked, “Me.”
Sam, with amazing unhuman agility, was at Dean’s side in seconds and held the knife up to his throat again.
“You're not loyal to anyone are you?” Dean choked out. Future Sam thought about it for a second, and realized he was. When all the other demons begged him to come out and claim leadership, to take charge and own what was rightfully his… he said no. Instead, he went out here and hunted chupacabras. That’s what Jo asked him to do.
The world was a twisted place, where every turn was filled with pain. Sam could fix that, he could help the spirits. He could avenge for them, take care of them, ensure them happiness and he could take anything he wanted with his power.
“I am taking what’s mine.” Sam replied, in a sick demented kind of way.
“You’re sick and demented!” Yeah, way to steal the narrator’s line, Dean.
“… and you’re a deadbeat hunter with no one left to chase away or boss around.” Sam put on one of his pretend sorry faces,
“How sad…”
A vast scouring pain ripped open his back and led him to screams and fainting, Sam plopped onto the ground and squirmed and screamed as he felt himself tear into two. The silver glint of Dean’s knife was in the corner of his eye, which meant it was still IN THERE!
Sam muttered a curse and the knife in his back came out and came plundering towards Dean’s heart-
Sam jumped up and noticed he was covered in sweat and was ervously ranting.The vision, it must have pulled him into sleep. He rubbed his eyes horrified. This- this couldn’t be true. It couldn’t! KILLING DEAN? DEAN? Why!?
What had he become? What would he become?
Then he heard the voice again, and this time it came with a person.
“Surprised?” asked the Sam from his vision. He came from behind the shadows entwined with the room and sported a confident grin and a gleam in his eyes. Future Sam walked with a certain swagger, and kept it casual with his hands in his pockets. Now Sam stared stunned at the marvel. TIME TRAVEL? It wasn’t possible!
*****************
To be continued...