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Spoilers: Post “Chosen” and All Hell Breaks Loose Pt 2.
They say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. That’s just as believable as “before you die, you see the ring”. When he died, he didn’t see his birth, nor did he see his childhood. And his teenage years? Forget about that. Even if that were true, he was pretty sure that he never wanted to relive his experiences.
As he fell to the ground, Sam Winchester saw nothing, but heard everything. There were noises all around him, a loud buzzing that wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t see where the noise was coming from, he couldn’t see anything! He could hear voices, inside the buzzing that wouldn’t end. He tried to concentrate on them, but it just wasn’t working. He just wanted it to end.
He just wanted it to stop!
“Open your eyes.”
It took a second for Sam to realize the buzzing had stopped. It took another second for him to realize someone spoke to him. After the third second, he opened his eyes. It seemed that when he did that, he came to know a peace he’d never felt before.
There was nothing. No wind, no rustling of the trees, nothing. He sat up, watching as a blonde woman took a step backward. She had to have been the one that spoke to him.
“Where am I?” he finally asked. Wherever he was, everything just seemed right. He was in a room, that much he knew. It was a very bright room, so he assumed he was in heaven, or something like it.
“This isn’t heaven, but close.”
He stood up and looked around the room. For the first time, he noticed a door on one end of the room. “What would you call it?”
“It’s a reality that exists between our Earth and our Heaven,” she answered.
“Kinda like limbo, then,” he nodded. “Except, not the place between Heaven and Hell. What’s your name?”
“Here, all you have to do is think and it comes to you. It’s a place where you can discover everything about the world and what’s beyond death.”
He thought and thought some more. Just when he thought she was playing with him, the name came to his head. “Tara.”
“You’re learning,” she smiled. “But, the knowledge doesn’t always come, especially when it concerns yourself. That, you have to discover all your own.”
“Is there anything besides the somewhat ultimate knowledge?” he asked.
“We can view people on Earth, but we cannot show ourselves to them unless the situation calls for it.”
He struggled with that. Knowing that he was dead, there was no telling what Dean would do. He would kill Jake, which Sam was sure of. But then, what would Dean turn to? The demon would enjoy this and use it against Dean. But then, there was always the Crossroads.
“He’s going to bring me back.” his eyes found Tara’s.
She looked away, old memories bringing themselves to her head. “Yes, and it’s going to work.”
“We have to stop him!” Sam yelled. “He’s going to die if he does this. You have to let me see him.”
“I can’t, Sam,” Tara spoke. “The Powers are letting this happen for a reason and we can’t stop them. I’m sorry.”
“Then there’s nothing we can?” his shoulders fell, all hope leaving him.
“There’s nothing we can do here,” Tara answered. “But, there is something you can do once you wake up.”
“What is it?”
“You won’t remember this once he brings you back, but I can help you remember something else. A face and a name.”
Sam found himself looking at a memory that was not his. What he saw was a woman, red hair and green eyes. Her name was Willow.
“Find her and she can help.”
“And the Powers don’t care?” he was a bit skeptical. After gaining the knowledge of who they were, he saw no reason for them to hand this over to him.
“They do, but they know they’ve messed up with Willow and her friends. They want to help, a little bit that they can give,” she nodded.
For the rest of his time, while waiting for Dean to do what he thought needed to be done, Sam explored. Tara showed him around and he met other people who chose to do the right thing and was killed because of their choice and others who were champions. These people were chosen to do what they did and Sam wondered which group he fit into. His dad wasn’t chosen to do the job he did, and neither were Dean and himself.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Tara smiled at him. “The Powers That Be might have made you one.”
“I guess so,” he smiled, weakly. He was about to ask a question, when he felt a pull. He knew what it was and when he looked at Tara, she knew it too. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave, but Dean needed him, especially since he made that—
He sat up on the bed, wondering how he got there. The last thing he remembered was fighting Jake because he thought the demon was too powerful to ignore or to fight against. He stabbed him. But, here he was.
Dean must have saved him before anything really bad could have happened.
“Sammy!” he heard Dean’s voice.
“Dean,” he stood, a little sore from the knife and walked out the room, only to find himself in a bear hug from his brother. “What happened to Jake?”
“He got away, but we’ll find him, trust me.”
And they did find him. And Sam discovered a new part of himself, one that really enjoyed killing Jake. He didn’t know what it was, but he was a little scared and a little intoxicated by what he did. But, he didn’t have time to think about that, because the world now had to deal with a big load of demons being released from Hell. That and the deal Dean made.
“There’s someone that can help us,” Sam told Dean as they drove away.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked.
“Damn it, Dean, you know with what,” Sam sighed. “The deal you made, I know of someone.”
“You know of
someone,” Dean stressed. “Who do you
“Her names Willow,” he answered. “That’s all I know.”
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