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Title: Overcome
Author: Bodgei
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean are not mine, and as I said the farm is not there anymore. The lyrics are from the Live song ‘overcome’. Everything else is mine.
Summery: Sam isn’t well; Kate thinks it’s the flu. Boring huh? Part of the Ten years Gone line.
Author’s notes: This was SUPPOSED to be about the car, but Sam kept doing really strange things. I was almost done with the story before I realized what was bothering him. The poor little monkey raised on a while mother – OK so he had the terrycloth of Dean. I took WAY to much psychology.

So Drive me out
Out to that open field
turn the ignition off
And spin around
your help is here
but I’m parked in this open space
Blockin’ the gates of love

I am overcome
I am overcome
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome


The Winchester boys pull up our lane in that sleek black beauty that they drive. My hands have been itching to take the wheel of that car since the moment I first saw it. Sometimes I make a concerted effort to get them to let me drive it and sometimes I don’t. The boys get out of the car and for a few moments everything is the way it should be. You know, the kissing and hugging, Sam smells like sandalwood and oranges. Dean seems really relaxed, more relaxed then I’ve ever seen him and Sam – well Sam looks just exhausted. I hold him tight to me, because Sam is the sort of person you just have to hold tight. The four of us go into the house Mare and I share and get them something to eat and the ever-present coffee. It’s not long before Sam excuses himself, goes upstairs to shower and go to bed.

When I come to bed he curls protectively around me but doesn’t wake. He holds me all night. I’ve missed this; I’ve missed having him hold me tight in his sleep. I miss him when he’s gone, but I never really think about it until he’s here. It’s hard to explain, but after a year with Sam, I guess I’m used to his lifestyle. When I miss him, I call him and we either talk or we don’t. When he’s lonely, he calls, invariably in the middle of the night, and we either talk or we don’t. I’m used to it, but nothing is like him being home. There is nothing like being a normal couple, even if it’s for a few days. When I wake up and get ready to go, Sam just roles over and cocoons himself in the blankets. It isn’t like him to not get up when I do, I can’t help but worry a little about this. I reach out and stroke his hair.

“You alright baby?” he mumbles something and pulls the blankets over his head, “Fine, stay in bed then,” I say, voice hovering somewhere between caring and irritated. Of course that’s exactly how I feel. I wanted him to come out with me, to just be with me while I do the farm chores, then maybe just wander around with him.

I take my time, after all Sam is sleeping, and I don’t have any other plans. I get back to the house around lunchtime. Sam’s still asleep. Mare and Dean have done something elaborate for lunch. I’d probably be more grateful if I was thinking about things other than Sam. I’m not even paying attention when Dean asks Mare to marry him.

But no one in the whole state could miss her response.

A few minutes later Sam comes down to congratulate them. He doesn’t look anymore rested than he had the day before. He drops himself on to the couch and holds a hand out to me. I join him and snuggle against his chest.

“So the two of you want to go out to dinner tonight?” Dean asks us, he looks at Sam, “Or are you still feeling crappy?”

“Still woozy,” Sam replies resting his chin on the top of my head.

“Sam’s had the flu,” Dean looks from Sam to me, “I thought he’d shake it faster here,” he says all this in his ‘now we pretend everything is normal’ voice.

I wish the Winchesters didn’t feel the need to pretend; it’s not like we don’t know what they do. It’s not like they didn’t come here to stop something weird from happing. I know it’s not like they are trying to be dishonest, it’s just habit. But then again, Sam could just have the flu, after all people get sick.

“You could have told me you weren’t feeling well,” I say to Sam, “I wouldn’t have tried to get you up this morning.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” his voice says ‘we are not telling you everything, but now is not the time to talk about it’.

After that Mare drags Dean off to our parents. It’s cute, they keep stopping to smooch all the way down the lane. I can see them through the window. Sam shifts uncomfortably next to me.

“It’s our Mom’s ring, you know,” Sam sounds odd, detached, “I didn’t even know it existed, and then Dean is giving it to her.”

“I didn’t see a ring,” I say quietly.

“He might not have given it to her yet. That would be like Dan, make sure everything would be OK before he even lets her see it,” Sam says with a shrug, “What’s for dinner? I don’t want road food.”

The change of topic confuses me for a second, “But I had my heart set on hamburgers for supper,” I say. Sam’s laugh is just a little snort as he hugs me tight. “How bout I make you chicken soup, real homemade chicken soup. We have hours ‘til suppertime. You can have ice cream or something now and then soup for dinner. And we can rest on the couch all night and you can be miserable and then tomorrow you’ll be right as rain.

“I feel better already,” Sam says with a smile.

I bought my couch because it is deep enough for two people to sleep on it comfortably. Sam and I spend the evening there. Sam reads and I’m behind him, head propped on the armrest, watching TV. He falls asleep early, his book falling to the floor with a crash. Sam flinches at the noise and then curls up tighter pressing me against the back cushions of the sofa. He makes an odd little whining noise and I stroke his hair, banishing whatever little demons are bothering Sam. I drift off to sleep holding Sam tight, keeping him safe.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice wakes me, “How’s he doing?”

“I don’t think he’s doing that bad. He fell asleep early. He’s been dead to the world. Can you get his book out from under the coffee table?”

“Yeah. Did he eat? He hasn’t been eating,” Dean’s worried.

“Yeah. Soup and a shit load of ice cream,” I rub my eyes and Sam stirs, “hush, baby – shush.”

“He lets you call him baby?”

I nod.

“Man, it must be love. You want me to get a blanket for the two of you?”

“Yeah. If he stirs later I’ll take him upstairs,” Dean disappears from my view. He comes back in a few minutes and drapes a blanket over us.

“He drives me crazy sometimes,” Dean says tucking the blanket under Sam’s chin, he shakes his head and then looks at me, “Mare says she’ll do the morning chores. She seems to think that you are going to want to spend all day with him. I did point out that you didn’t spend all day with him today, but she’s gonna get me up at four to do your job.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to get up with her.”

“How often do you let Sam sleep when you get up?”

“I let him sleep today and anyway he likes getting up with me.”

“He’s weird. You take good care of him OK?”

“I’ll try.”

“You always do. That’s why I brought him here.”

“Thought you came to ask my sister to marry you.”

“I might have held off a little while, but he needed,” Dean shrugs and smiles at me, “I don’t know.”

“It’s called ‘home’ Dean.”

“Is that what you call it?” He says with a smile.

“Yeah, that’s what I call it. You better get back up to my sister, or she might think you’re down here having a threesome.”

“I’d say that sounds fun, but the idea of sharing someone with Sam; well it’s not all that appealing.”

“I understand, I feel the same way about sharing with Mare. You better get.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Dean says heading upstairs.

I snuggle down against Sam again as I hear the door to Mare’s room close. His breathing is so regular, and he’s so solid in my arms. I drift off again.

“Damn!” Sam curses as he walks into the coffee table.

“Are you all right?” I ask coming fully awake.

“Yeah. I just have to… what are we doing down here?”

“You fell asleep. You want to go upstairs?”

“mmmm….yeah,” he’s still more than half asleep. I get up; I walk over to him and wrap the blanket around him.

“You need to use the bathroom?”

“I’m thirsty,” he’s resting against me.

“Soda?” he nods and so I go to the kitchen and get a bottle of ginger ale. He’s still standing in the living room when I get back. I pick up his book, “Come on lets get upstairs.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been much fun this visit,” he smiles at me, “but then again, I guess I’m not often fun.”

“You’re fine. You’re just sick.”

“Our last hunt, it really took a lot out of me.”

“It’s OK,” I say reaching out and tussling his hair, “drink your soda. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

I spend the morning snuggling with Sam. We talk, but not about where he’s been or the hunt he’s been on. Not about the future. We talk about the farm. We talk about Dean and Mare. But not about us. Mostly we kiss and snuggle, we touch gently trying to reintroduce ourselves to each other. Apparently he’s feeling better.

Around eleven Mare pounds on my door demanding ice cream. It seems that Sam ate it all last night. She’s pissed. So I get up, leaving Sam behind, to go to the store. When I get back it seems all hell has broken loose. I didn’t think I was gone that long, an hour tops. As I slip the four half gallon cartons of ice cream into the freezer mare starts yelling at me.

“What did you say to him!”

“I doubt she said anything to him,” Dean’s trying to sound rational, but somehow he doesn’t seem to be as smooth as usual, “he just gets like this sometimes.”

“I’ve never seem him like this!” Mare shouts at Dean, she’s still shouting when she turns back to me, “If he isn’t back by Friday I’ll never forgive you!”

“What’s Friday?” I’m looking to Dean for answers, and I’m not gonna ask why Sam wouldn’t be here on Friday.

“Your father is throwing a big party for us, you know dinner dancing and hundreds of people I don’t know,” Dean rolls his eyes, it’s a good thing he’s standing behind Mare or she might have hit him, “Sam just wants a few days to him self. It’s not like he hasn’t been trapped in a car with me for a week.”

“I’ll go talk to Sam,” Mare starts to say something but closes her mouth as I start to turn away. I get upstairs to my room to find Sam packing. Oddly I never noticed Sam unpacking.

“There’s a motel about four miles from here,” he glances at me quickly and then goes back to packing.

“Talley Ho.”
“Yeah, can I take your car?”

“Sure, as long as it and you are home for the party on Friday. Of course if you aren’t then Mare’ll kill me and then you can keep the car.”

“I already told them I’d be back,” Sam sounds utterly exasperated.

“Please don’t Sam.”

“Don’t what?” he snaps. I don’t know how to answer that, but I can at least try.

“Don’t go? Don’t be angry? Don’t block me out when all I want is to know what’s going on with the people I care about? Don’t lie to me? I might as well ask the rivers to run backwards!”

Sam looks at me for a long moment. He looks at me, totally shocked. His eyes go from green to brown and back to green, as if some mood was passing through him and was gone before it even fully registered.

“We killed it,” he says after a silence, “The thing that took Mom. The thing that killed Jess. We killed it. The three of us. It’s dead and I don’t know what to do, and Dean, who’s never looked beyond this point has a plan – your sister, kids,” there are tears in Sam’s eyes but he keeps talking, “and I don’t know if I can just go back to the life I left. Stanford is so far away – and killing it didn’t bring Jess back, and if I go back to California how can I protect you?” we stand at either side of the bed, just looking at each other. I want to tell him that I don’t need protecting, but I don’t think that would help, “I just need a few days to work this out,” he picks up his bag, “I’ll call you tonight,” and steps out of the room. He stops just outside, in the hallway, “in the end, when we killed it, it wasn’t Mom or even Jess that I was thinking of. It was you. I did it to protect you.”

And then he’s gone.


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 31st, 2006 04:11 am (UTC)
oh wow, this is awesome. i'm finding myself really enjoying these fics :)

really :)
Mar. 31st, 2006 12:14 pm (UTC)
this one I my post at the fiction comunity - I don't know yet... I actuly picked up some editing errors. Uggg.

I need the voices to tell me more about the relationship between Kate and Dean, all I know is she thinks of him as her bestest freind. LOL
Apr. 1st, 2006 02:27 am (UTC)
coool :)

Dean can be my bestest friend too :)
Apr. 1st, 2006 03:27 pm (UTC)
It seems weird to have someone say Bestest freind about Dean - he dosne't seem like the bestest freind type.. LOL
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:17 pm (UTC)
well, he can be my bestest friend, then lovers :)

Apr. 1st, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC)
well maybe if I *ever* develop Mare I'll have to base her on you... but don't hold your breath cause the only thing she's ever said to my was "soemtimes it's like livieng with three 13 year olds"
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:32 pm (UTC)

and yeah, i could see that line being said. hehe.
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:36 pm (UTC)
"Stop it Kate you are just making it worse!" thwap to the back of the head.
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:44 pm (UTC)
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:50 pm (UTC)
I can see Kate intigating soemthing with Dean and then just running to hide behind Sam to get him in the middle of it...
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:52 pm (UTC)
then what are you replying for? go write it!! :)
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:55 pm (UTC)
LOL - they need a little happy time don't they?
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:56 pm (UTC)
good point. ok :)
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