SYNOPSIS: Way back when, in '83, Mary never walked into Sam's nursery, not on that night. Sam and Dean were raised normal, but they- Or Sam, at least- Sure didn't stay that way for long. Sam's found hunting, and he knows that something is wrong with him. Mary is trying to forget her childhood. Dean is trying to get a promotion or some other civilian thing- At least, until he finds out that his family might as well be insane.
TW: Kind of a lot of heavy-ish topics (cults and kool-aid, and if you don't understand the reference then the chapter won't be that bad) but in small amounts
(This one isn't great, I suggest you skip past it. Also ignore the weird punctuation I randomly use in my chapter titles, it's not random and help me organize my nonsense)
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"Alright, Sammy, listen to me. Mom says you're falling behind in... Well, crap, all your classes. I know it's hypocritical of me, but you gotta start doin' better."
Sam scoffed, trying to cover the truth. He could tell his family anything, except for the truth, "Uh, yeah, Dean, it's hypocritical of you. You're a dropout."
"I know that! Listen, I want you to have better than that, alright? What's been bothering you? Why are you so unfocused?"
A small part of Sam wanted to tell him. Wanted to say, 'Oh, I don't know, Dean, maybe it's the psychic visions of people dying, or something like that.' Wanted to say, 'Maybe it's the getting up in the middle of the night to hunt down and kill the creatures of your nightmares.' But he didn't. He couldn't. His family would think he was insane. They couldn't believe in vampires, ghosts, demons, couldn't cope with it. Hell, he wasn't sure he could cope with it.
Instead, he just said, "I'm tired, Dean. That's all."
"I know it's not. We don't have to be close for me to know that, we're brothers. We have the same damn mannerisms. We lie the same damn way. So what is it?"
Sam had to think fast, "I just- Okay. Fine. There's a girl-"
Dean scoffed, "No, there ain't. First off, look at you, and then look at girls. Like there's you... And then there's girls. Two different worlds there, buddy."
"Alright, smartass, what do you think it is?" Sam was getting fed up.
"I saw the damn occult books, Sam. Don't get messed up in cult crap, you know that that stuff's no good-"
"It's not a cult, Dean. There is no cult," Honestly, if it wasn't so stupid, Sam would think that was hilarious.
"That's what a cult member would say, stupid."
Sam was at his wit's end. Alright, fine, he thought, I'm done with this, "You know what, Dean? It's none of your damn business. And even if it was, I wouldn't tell you, 'cause it would friggin' break your brain. So just go back to your copious drinking and leave me alone."
"Sammy-"
"Get out of my room, Dean."
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Dean didn't know what to think. Every sign was pointing to... What, the occult? And Sam's statement... 'It would friggin' break your brain.' What the hell did that mean? He had to tell Mom about this, especially considering that he'd only be on this side of Kansas for the holidays. Mom should know before anything got as far as drinking kool-aid.
Dean started down the stairs and found his mom eating a sandwich in the kitchen.
"Hey, Dean," She said, before, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong is I think your youngest son is in a cult," Dean said, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"What?"
