One small act can hold great consequences and change the course of the future. What if Azazel had died years before he could make Sam one of his 'special children' and the Winchester brothers never grew up in the hunting business?
Instead of knives...
"Those are tears. Sometimes, humans cry when they are really sad or happy or feel moved by something." ~ Sam Winchester
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"Hiya, Sammy," Dean said. The first words he had spoken to his younger brother in almost two years.
"Dean... what the fuck are you doing here?" Sam hissed after coming off the shock of seeing him again, narrowing his eyes suspiciously as he glared at his brother's skull. Dean never visited him unless there was something he wanted from him in return. And with everything that had happened so far today, the last thing Sam wanted to deal with was his obnoxious excuse of a brother - and especially Dean finding out about the angel he had in his living room.
When did his life start getting so complicated?
Either unaware of Sam's dead-stare, or skillfully ignoring it, Dean pushed past him and sauntered into his home as if he already owned the place. He did not even bother taking off his shoes. "Have you got any beer?" Dean asked, already waling in the direction of Sam's kitchen. "I can use a drink. It was a long drive, you know?" Gabriel had started barking again and from the scraping of claws on the floor, Sam knew he had gone over towards Dean.
Sam's heart nearly flew out of his chest when the panic started to settle in. What would Dean do when he saw the state his kitchen was in? And what about Mark? Sam felt like he had just died. The angel had literally exploded his kitchen because he got scared by a toaster... how would he react to his loud brother? His mind set, Sam sprinted after Dean to prevent him from seeing the kitchen or Mark, but it appeared he was too late for Dean already noticed the destroyed state of his kitchen.
"What happened here?!" Dean exclaimed, gawking at the state the kitchen was in. Luckily, he hadn't noticed Mark yet - who had pressed himself to the other side of the couch, still wrapped in the blankets, and who wasn't making a sound. "Was your kitchen hit by a tornado or something?"
More like a terrified angel who got 'attacked' by a toaster, Sam thought sarcastically, perfectly aware of the fact that he shouldn't say that aloud. "I don't see how that's any of your business," he said instead.
"Come on, Sammy. Don't be like that," Dean started to say, turning around to face him fully.
Absently, Sam moved to stand between Dean and Mark. "My name is Sam. Not Sammy," he corrected him. "And what are you doing here?" He added, figuring he might as well get it over it and learn the reason behind his brother's surprise visit.
Gabriel was pacing around between them, tail still as he tried to understand the tension that hung in the room, whimpering slightly. "Mom asked me to," Dean stated. Sam blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. "All the phone lines seem to be down in the entire state of California. And big cities like LA and San Francisco experienced power outages that lasted for more than twenty hours. It's chaos," he shrugged, "she got worried and convinced me to check up on you. So here I am," he finished his small tale, spreading his arms out wide and wearing a grin.
