FIC: Their Children's War (Team Jess/Sam)
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srs2012_r3Summary: In a future world where the rich get richer and the poor have nothing, there's nothing in between. Jess and Sam come from very different worlds and meet by chance. {Future Dystopian AU}
Word Count: 3,257
Characters: Jessica Moore, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Brady
Pairings: Jess/Sam
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They were eight the first time she saw him. Her father was only rising into power. Still steps away from being in charge of their country. Her father is only an aid. The skinny boy with shaggy hair is standing with a boy about twelve. She imagines they’re brothers. They look enough alike anyway, but then again, you can never really know. At least that’s what her father says about them. The lower castes sometimes all seem like they’re related.
She was only out with the maid to get things for dinner. She loves helping in the kitchen, especially when mom was sick. She’d watched as the older one had pulled out his change purse and emptied it into his hand, holding the meager amount of change out to the owner of the small grocery shop.
“How much food can I buy with this?”
“Less than a half loaf of bread.”
The older boy nodded. “Give me what I can pay for, please.”
The shopkeeper frowned looking like he wished he could do more, but the Union Order officer was standing just off to the side of the counter. “Alright. One minute young man.”
She tugged at the maids coat. “Do you have a quarter to get the rest of that loaf of bread?” She whispered. The maid gave her a soft look, and gave her the small quarter. Jessica ran up to the counter. “Sir! I think he dropped this. This makes up for the rest of the loaf, yes?”
“I-d-” The older boy was cut off by his younger brother.
“Thank you, miss.” The younger one said, having seen the girl ask for the quarter for them.
The shop keeper motioned them toward a whole loaf and accepted the money. She smiled at them and returned to the maid’s side to get the rest of their groceries. The boys disappeared from the shop before she could get a chance to find out who they were without the UO officer getting suspicious and reporting her to her father.
The next time she sees him, they’re fifteen. This time she learns his name as she catches him sneaking through the streets. He looks worse off than he was when they met the first time. His clothes are more ragged, probably hand-me-downs, and she’s not sure he’s eaten very recently. She catches him looking through their garden for food.
“The cooks will notice they’re missing, you know,” she said from the window next to the door. Without giving him a chance to reply she’s outside in the garden with him. “You were one of the boys in the shop…weren’t you?”
He nodded at her shyly, looking guiltily from the vegetables in his hands to her. “We haven’t had any in so long… Dad doesn’t have time. Mom died last year…All we have are the rations.”
She gave him a sad look. She knew what the rations were meager. Enough grain and preserved meat to last a month, but the people were already starving, making the food last that long was hard. “I’ll cover for you, but I want something in return.” When she saw the questioning look in his eyes, she gave him a softer smile. “Don’t worry. All I want is your name.” She could see the relief watch over the boy who must be around the same age as she is. There’s no way that he is much older than her if at all. He might be younger.
“Sam. What’s yours?”
“Jessica Moore. But all my friends call me Jess.”
His eyes widened when she gave her full name. He swallowed thickly. “Moore… S-senator Moore’s daughter.”
She nodded. “You didn’t know this was where he lived?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t know you were his… daughter.”
She turned back toward the house hearing one of the cooks. “Sam you have to go, now, before they catch you. Go. Now,” she said the words softly but harshly, pushing him toward the place in the fence she knows he must have come through. “Don’t worry about thanking me, just get them to your family.”
They meet again by accident a week later. He’d been sent into the Government Sector to look for work in one of the households. Sam is quiet, but she wants to learn more about him. Her father won’t agree to hiring a boy the same age as his daughter the whole staff knows that. They turned him away. Every family does. She finds scraps of things for him. “Take them.” And he’s gone again.
Another month passed, and Sam found another job. He hated it, and there’s still not enough money to feed all three of them for a month. She can tell there’s a kind of anger in his eyes now, but it goes out when he sees her. They’ve met in secret over the past month. Jessica helped him as much as she could, but he father is starting to notice things missing. He noticed a fresh tomato gone from the vine just a day too soon and a coat he’d thrown in a corner that had a hole in it. The staff was questioned and more than one fired. Jessica shouted at her father that night. These people didn’t have anything, what was a couple of things they weren’t using?
That night, she didn’t meet with Sam like she’d promised. He waited for as long as he could without being caught by his father. He knew he was making a huge risk. The odds were she was going to realize that one day too, and when she did, he wasn’t going to be worth the risk. Maybe that was tonight. He hoped it wasn’t.
Dean caught him leaving the next night. “Sammy, where are you going?”
“Doesn’t really matter does it?”
“Uh… Yeah. It does. Considering curfew for the borough started two hours ago, and you’re sneaking around behind mine and Dad’s back.”
“Look, I just… I have somewhere to be.”
“Jesus, Sammy, between you and Dad what am I supposed to do. You’re both gonna get yourselves killed,” Dean whispered harshly.
“Wait… Dad? What do you mean?”
“Funny, cause you two have been sneaking out of the house within 15 minutes of each other for the last month.”
“Dean, where’s he been going?”
“Beats me. If you find out, be sure to let me know, but before you go anywhere you’re going to have to spill.”
“Dean… I’m late.”
“I don’t care. What are you late for? And don’t think I won’t tell Dad, unless you tell me where you’re going in such a hurry.”
Sam made a face. He knew he was caught. “You remember that day when we only had the money for half the loaf of bread and there was a blonde girl, who looked a lot richer. She was with a Nanny or something. She said you dropped a quarter and gave us the quarter to pay for the rest of the loaf.”
“What you mean when you were like seven or eight? Yeah, I remember it. You gave me a pretty good bruise when you elbowed me.”
“Her name is Jess Moore.”
“Jess Moore? You mean like Senator Moore? Sam…”
Sam nodded. He gave his brother a guilty look.
“You are an idiot, you know that? You are going to get yourself killed, if you’re lucky. Moore is not going to mess around if he catches you.”
“I know… Dean.”
“You know what’s going to happen though right? She’s going to realize you aren’t worth the risk of sneaking around. She’ll start going with guys her dad approves of and you aren’t going to get a second thought.”
“First, we’re fifteen. It’s not like we’re planning on eloping or anything. I like her, but I know it’s not… Just… let me go. I’ll explain later.” Without another word, he disappeared, going to meet Jess at their spot. He only hoped she’d still be there.
He arrived and noticed right away that Jess was much more reserved than normal. She didn’t smile when he sat next to her. Then, he saw the bruise on her jaw.
“Jess…?”
“Shh… You’re breaking curfew.”
“Yeah… and I have been… What’s…”
She shook her head. “He knows I’ve been helping someone… You can’t come see me again. You’ll be killed or worse… please, Sam.”
“I… okay… We’ll see each other again. I mean it.”
“I hope you’re right, Sam,” she said sadly before she got up and left.
Sam quietly made his way back to his house. He knew the questions would be coming from Dean, but they didn’t. His brother pushed him back into his bedroom. “I followed you.”
Sam stared at Dean, feeling hurt.
“I know where Dad goes too.”
“What? You can’t have followed both of us.”
“No I didn’t but you passed right by him, you idiot. They’re planning something. I think they want to rebel… It’s probably best you aren’t going to see each other anymore.”
Two years later and rebellion became a revolution. The people fought back against the corrupt leaders, which ceased to be voted on long before Sam remembered. Now, he was nearing his 18th birthday, and he had to wonder not only where the food will come from for the next meal but whether he’ll make it or not. The top still lived as if there was nothing going on. They commanded armies of people they paid off or threatened into serving. His friend Brady’s family was all being kept under house arrest while he serves on the government’s army for their safety.
John Winchester led the group of rebels this long. Sam didn’t have a choice but to fight for the rebels. He hated watching as families of supporters were ripped from their homes. He knew they were no better than the government and other high castes were. The battles wouldn’t last long now.
Sam was sent into the government sector. At the age of 17, he knew more about battle than most of the rebel army. He’d been taught to spy, to fight since he was old enough to work. His memories of Jess made him hopeful that she was being shielded from this mess. Maybe he didn’t really want to see her again. It was probably going to mean the worst if he did.
He moved carefully toward the place he was supposed to meet up with Dean. He worried when Dean wasn’t there. Dean always beat him to their meeting places, and Sam had told him he would get caught if he didn’t start being more careful.
He came bursting through brush, pushed by a blonde, gun in hand. Dean didn’t say a word, but Sam could see the fear in his eyes. They’d been caught, and now they would either be taken prisoner or killed. The gun went from being trained on Dean to him as she pushed his brother toward him. He looked straight into her eyes. “…Jess?”
There was a pause, and the guns aim drifted a little. “Sam.” It nearly sounded like she was relieved. “You’re still alive…”
“Okay, this is all really touching, but do you think you could not aim the gun at us?” Dean’s voice said hushed.
Jess lifted the gun aiming it at him. “How do I know you won’t try to kill me anyway?”
“Uh… because my brother’s had a crush on you since he was eight.”
“Brother? You’re the other boy from the shop…”
“Yeah… This is Dean,” Sam said, shyly.
“You guys shouldn’t be here. They’re expecting you tonight,” Jess said hurriedly.
“Well, obviously,” Dean cut in.
“Come on, I think I can get you out, warn the others. You’re the scouts aren’t you?” Jess asked hopefully. “Are there more of you?”
“Wait. Hold on. Why should we trust you?” Dean asked.
“Because you’re going to be executed publicly if you’re caught. They want to make an example out of the rebels they catch tonight. They’re getting desperate, if you haven’t noticed,” Jess shot back.
“Okay, fine. Let’s get moving before more of your friends show up,” Dean said.
They were quiet as they moved back toward the place where they got in. A shot rang out all of them ducked for cover, but Sam hissed. The bullet had clipped his side.
“I’m going to leave a trail. Dean…help.”
“It’s okay, Sammy. We’ll get you out of here, but you have to keep moving. Finding our way in, is way better than being their example, Sam. You aren’t going to be a martyr.” Dean pressed his hand into Sam’s side, eliciting another hiss from his brother, as he pulled him back onto his feet. “Move, Sam.”
Another shot rang out. It missed all three of them.
“Jess, go back. Stay safe. We’ll get out.” Sam said. His sentences were staccato, almost broken.
“No, here let me help.”
Sam and Dean had no other choice but to let her. Just then, another man stepped in front of them. “Jessica Moore… and two of the rebel leader’s sons. Must be my lucky night.”
“You had better kill us right here. Or you will regret it,” Dean growled.
“Oh, no no no. Dean Winchester, I presume,” the voice oozed. “Sam must be the one bleeding rather profusely all over you. And… Miss Moore, your father wondered where you’ve been.”
More men surrounded them. They were forced apart and cuffed. “We’ll stop at the Senators house on the way to our tanks. I think we’ve got a couple of really good playing pieces, now. Everything can go back to the way it was. Radio and let them know one of them needs medical attention. It would be a shame if he died of blood loss before we made our deal. Brady, you take the girl.”
Sam grimaced in pain as he was hauled to his feet again. He looked up bewildered, when he heard the name. His friend looked back at him, a look of helplessness clear on his face. When they arrived at Moore’s mansion, Sam and Dean were forced to wait outside with their guards. Then, Senator Moore heard who was outside.
“Well, then the little thief and his brother… Government prisoners. Perhaps, we can give these two political prisoners a night of luxury. It’s always been customary to give a final meal, we’ll consider this as that.”
“Sir? Should we clear it?” The guard asked.
“Yes. Do it. Now. And get this one inside to my head of staff to take care of the wound, before he passes out.”
Sam woke up later locked into a small room. Before he could even attempt to try to find another way out someone pounded at the door. “Time to get up and go. You’ve got a public appearance to make.”
Everything was moving too fast, and he couldn’t get away. He and Dean were forced into a vehicle and driven to the public platform. The rebels never missed these displays. By now Dad would know something was wrong, but it would kill him to see them displayed like this.
They could hear the President talking already as they were pushed out of the care. He was pushed forward first. He tripped, falling forward onto his face without his hands to catch him. He was pulled up by his hair. “Sam Winchester. Thief. Son of revolution. You are guilty of treason, but what would you have done if your father hadn’t forced you into this?” There was a pause like he was waiting for answer. “Well?”
“I-I don’t kn-know…” He stammered.
“Perhaps there’s a pretty girl you’d like to marry?”
Sam didn’t say anything. “Oh no, that’s right, you tricked Senator Moore’s daughter into trusting you. Betraying her government. She’ll suffer the same consequences.” He let go of Sam’s hair pushing him back down. “Dean Winchester. Rebel. You are also guilty of treason. Your father was a bad influence boys.”
Dean fell to the platform next to him.
“John Winchester. You brought this on your sons, but you can take it off them now. Call off your revolution. Your rebellion.”
“I can call them off.” Their dad’s voice rose above the hushed crowds as he walked toward the front of the boundary. “But we both know, you could shoot me dead right here, along with my boys. It’s not going to stop the idea we started two years ago. These people look to me as a leader, but they won’t give up just because I wanted to protect my sons. Both sides have lost too many people. Too many sons and daughters. We know loss. We’ve always known loss. The question is: do you really want to drag this out any longer? Let my boys go. Let that girl go. This is over, but I’m not the loser here.”
“You think so John?” There was a loud bang as a gun went off. Sam cried out in pain, this bullet going through his leg. “I can keep hurting them.”
“Stop it!” Jessica’s voice rang out. She was in the crowd below. “You can’t rule a country with fear. You need the trust of people, or we’ll end up right back here. That boy never committed any crimes against you. He just wants what everyone wants. A chance. The chance you took away from these people. Step down, Mr. Roman. My father let me out because he knows they’re right. It’s time for change.”
The President wavered for a moment. Dean leaned over Sam helpless, mumbling for him to stay with him. Sam was going into shock.
“Please, help him!” Dean yelled at the guards standing around.
Brady was the first to lay down his weapon he moved to help Sam. One by one police and army laid down weapons. Jessica climbed the platform kneeling over Sam after they’d freed Dean and Sam from their handcuffs. A doctor rushed to help. The President was bewildered. John Winchester took the podium.
“Do you step down?”
“Yes…” He stared at the teenager writhing on the floor as his granddaughter stood off to the side. She was the same age. He was cuffed and led off the stage.
Everything began to move even faster. Sam woke in a clean hospital two days later. They had kept him under on purpose. He woke to find his father, brother, and Jess sitting in his room. Former Senator Moore was standing in the hallway. After well-wishes and greetings, John and Dean stepped outside, holding a hushed conversation from the hallway.
Jess moved to the closest chair. “Sam, I’m so sorry. I didn’t… you’re lucky to be alive.”
“I’ve lived through worse… I think…” He answered weakly.
“Now, don’t play hero.”
“No, you were the real hero.”
She blushed. “Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Your Dad did more damage than I did. He wouldn’t have shot if he didn’t feel like it was over. I thought he’d kill you.”
“Well, I’m not dead, and you both got him to resign, but I think he knew he didn’t have anything going in. It was a last ditch attempt. Using Dean and I as bait.”
“I know… Sam…?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Wha-?” His question was cut off as she got up pressing her lips to his in a motion that seemed to fast and fluid to be human. He kissed her back. When she pulled away from him, he looked up at her, knowing what he wanted. “Jess… Will you go out with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Word Count: 3,257
Characters: Jessica Moore, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Brady
Pairings: Jess/Sam
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They were eight the first time she saw him. Her father was only rising into power. Still steps away from being in charge of their country. Her father is only an aid. The skinny boy with shaggy hair is standing with a boy about twelve. She imagines they’re brothers. They look enough alike anyway, but then again, you can never really know. At least that’s what her father says about them. The lower castes sometimes all seem like they’re related.
She was only out with the maid to get things for dinner. She loves helping in the kitchen, especially when mom was sick. She’d watched as the older one had pulled out his change purse and emptied it into his hand, holding the meager amount of change out to the owner of the small grocery shop.
“How much food can I buy with this?”
“Less than a half loaf of bread.”
The older boy nodded. “Give me what I can pay for, please.”
The shopkeeper frowned looking like he wished he could do more, but the Union Order officer was standing just off to the side of the counter. “Alright. One minute young man.”
She tugged at the maids coat. “Do you have a quarter to get the rest of that loaf of bread?” She whispered. The maid gave her a soft look, and gave her the small quarter. Jessica ran up to the counter. “Sir! I think he dropped this. This makes up for the rest of the loaf, yes?”
“I-d-” The older boy was cut off by his younger brother.
“Thank you, miss.” The younger one said, having seen the girl ask for the quarter for them.
The shop keeper motioned them toward a whole loaf and accepted the money. She smiled at them and returned to the maid’s side to get the rest of their groceries. The boys disappeared from the shop before she could get a chance to find out who they were without the UO officer getting suspicious and reporting her to her father.
The next time she sees him, they’re fifteen. This time she learns his name as she catches him sneaking through the streets. He looks worse off than he was when they met the first time. His clothes are more ragged, probably hand-me-downs, and she’s not sure he’s eaten very recently. She catches him looking through their garden for food.
“The cooks will notice they’re missing, you know,” she said from the window next to the door. Without giving him a chance to reply she’s outside in the garden with him. “You were one of the boys in the shop…weren’t you?”
He nodded at her shyly, looking guiltily from the vegetables in his hands to her. “We haven’t had any in so long… Dad doesn’t have time. Mom died last year…All we have are the rations.”
She gave him a sad look. She knew what the rations were meager. Enough grain and preserved meat to last a month, but the people were already starving, making the food last that long was hard. “I’ll cover for you, but I want something in return.” When she saw the questioning look in his eyes, she gave him a softer smile. “Don’t worry. All I want is your name.” She could see the relief watch over the boy who must be around the same age as she is. There’s no way that he is much older than her if at all. He might be younger.
“Sam. What’s yours?”
“Jessica Moore. But all my friends call me Jess.”
His eyes widened when she gave her full name. He swallowed thickly. “Moore… S-senator Moore’s daughter.”
She nodded. “You didn’t know this was where he lived?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t know you were his… daughter.”
She turned back toward the house hearing one of the cooks. “Sam you have to go, now, before they catch you. Go. Now,” she said the words softly but harshly, pushing him toward the place in the fence she knows he must have come through. “Don’t worry about thanking me, just get them to your family.”
They meet again by accident a week later. He’d been sent into the Government Sector to look for work in one of the households. Sam is quiet, but she wants to learn more about him. Her father won’t agree to hiring a boy the same age as his daughter the whole staff knows that. They turned him away. Every family does. She finds scraps of things for him. “Take them.” And he’s gone again.
Another month passed, and Sam found another job. He hated it, and there’s still not enough money to feed all three of them for a month. She can tell there’s a kind of anger in his eyes now, but it goes out when he sees her. They’ve met in secret over the past month. Jessica helped him as much as she could, but he father is starting to notice things missing. He noticed a fresh tomato gone from the vine just a day too soon and a coat he’d thrown in a corner that had a hole in it. The staff was questioned and more than one fired. Jessica shouted at her father that night. These people didn’t have anything, what was a couple of things they weren’t using?
That night, she didn’t meet with Sam like she’d promised. He waited for as long as he could without being caught by his father. He knew he was making a huge risk. The odds were she was going to realize that one day too, and when she did, he wasn’t going to be worth the risk. Maybe that was tonight. He hoped it wasn’t.
Dean caught him leaving the next night. “Sammy, where are you going?”
“Doesn’t really matter does it?”
“Uh… Yeah. It does. Considering curfew for the borough started two hours ago, and you’re sneaking around behind mine and Dad’s back.”
“Look, I just… I have somewhere to be.”
“Jesus, Sammy, between you and Dad what am I supposed to do. You’re both gonna get yourselves killed,” Dean whispered harshly.
“Wait… Dad? What do you mean?”
“Funny, cause you two have been sneaking out of the house within 15 minutes of each other for the last month.”
“Dean, where’s he been going?”
“Beats me. If you find out, be sure to let me know, but before you go anywhere you’re going to have to spill.”
“Dean… I’m late.”
“I don’t care. What are you late for? And don’t think I won’t tell Dad, unless you tell me where you’re going in such a hurry.”
Sam made a face. He knew he was caught. “You remember that day when we only had the money for half the loaf of bread and there was a blonde girl, who looked a lot richer. She was with a Nanny or something. She said you dropped a quarter and gave us the quarter to pay for the rest of the loaf.”
“What you mean when you were like seven or eight? Yeah, I remember it. You gave me a pretty good bruise when you elbowed me.”
“Her name is Jess Moore.”
“Jess Moore? You mean like Senator Moore? Sam…”
Sam nodded. He gave his brother a guilty look.
“You are an idiot, you know that? You are going to get yourself killed, if you’re lucky. Moore is not going to mess around if he catches you.”
“I know… Dean.”
“You know what’s going to happen though right? She’s going to realize you aren’t worth the risk of sneaking around. She’ll start going with guys her dad approves of and you aren’t going to get a second thought.”
“First, we’re fifteen. It’s not like we’re planning on eloping or anything. I like her, but I know it’s not… Just… let me go. I’ll explain later.” Without another word, he disappeared, going to meet Jess at their spot. He only hoped she’d still be there.
He arrived and noticed right away that Jess was much more reserved than normal. She didn’t smile when he sat next to her. Then, he saw the bruise on her jaw.
“Jess…?”
“Shh… You’re breaking curfew.”
“Yeah… and I have been… What’s…”
She shook her head. “He knows I’ve been helping someone… You can’t come see me again. You’ll be killed or worse… please, Sam.”
“I… okay… We’ll see each other again. I mean it.”
“I hope you’re right, Sam,” she said sadly before she got up and left.
Sam quietly made his way back to his house. He knew the questions would be coming from Dean, but they didn’t. His brother pushed him back into his bedroom. “I followed you.”
Sam stared at Dean, feeling hurt.
“I know where Dad goes too.”
“What? You can’t have followed both of us.”
“No I didn’t but you passed right by him, you idiot. They’re planning something. I think they want to rebel… It’s probably best you aren’t going to see each other anymore.”
Two years later and rebellion became a revolution. The people fought back against the corrupt leaders, which ceased to be voted on long before Sam remembered. Now, he was nearing his 18th birthday, and he had to wonder not only where the food will come from for the next meal but whether he’ll make it or not. The top still lived as if there was nothing going on. They commanded armies of people they paid off or threatened into serving. His friend Brady’s family was all being kept under house arrest while he serves on the government’s army for their safety.
John Winchester led the group of rebels this long. Sam didn’t have a choice but to fight for the rebels. He hated watching as families of supporters were ripped from their homes. He knew they were no better than the government and other high castes were. The battles wouldn’t last long now.
Sam was sent into the government sector. At the age of 17, he knew more about battle than most of the rebel army. He’d been taught to spy, to fight since he was old enough to work. His memories of Jess made him hopeful that she was being shielded from this mess. Maybe he didn’t really want to see her again. It was probably going to mean the worst if he did.
He moved carefully toward the place he was supposed to meet up with Dean. He worried when Dean wasn’t there. Dean always beat him to their meeting places, and Sam had told him he would get caught if he didn’t start being more careful.
He came bursting through brush, pushed by a blonde, gun in hand. Dean didn’t say a word, but Sam could see the fear in his eyes. They’d been caught, and now they would either be taken prisoner or killed. The gun went from being trained on Dean to him as she pushed his brother toward him. He looked straight into her eyes. “…Jess?”
There was a pause, and the guns aim drifted a little. “Sam.” It nearly sounded like she was relieved. “You’re still alive…”
“Okay, this is all really touching, but do you think you could not aim the gun at us?” Dean’s voice said hushed.
Jess lifted the gun aiming it at him. “How do I know you won’t try to kill me anyway?”
“Uh… because my brother’s had a crush on you since he was eight.”
“Brother? You’re the other boy from the shop…”
“Yeah… This is Dean,” Sam said, shyly.
“You guys shouldn’t be here. They’re expecting you tonight,” Jess said hurriedly.
“Well, obviously,” Dean cut in.
“Come on, I think I can get you out, warn the others. You’re the scouts aren’t you?” Jess asked hopefully. “Are there more of you?”
“Wait. Hold on. Why should we trust you?” Dean asked.
“Because you’re going to be executed publicly if you’re caught. They want to make an example out of the rebels they catch tonight. They’re getting desperate, if you haven’t noticed,” Jess shot back.
“Okay, fine. Let’s get moving before more of your friends show up,” Dean said.
They were quiet as they moved back toward the place where they got in. A shot rang out all of them ducked for cover, but Sam hissed. The bullet had clipped his side.
“I’m going to leave a trail. Dean…help.”
“It’s okay, Sammy. We’ll get you out of here, but you have to keep moving. Finding our way in, is way better than being their example, Sam. You aren’t going to be a martyr.” Dean pressed his hand into Sam’s side, eliciting another hiss from his brother, as he pulled him back onto his feet. “Move, Sam.”
Another shot rang out. It missed all three of them.
“Jess, go back. Stay safe. We’ll get out.” Sam said. His sentences were staccato, almost broken.
“No, here let me help.”
Sam and Dean had no other choice but to let her. Just then, another man stepped in front of them. “Jessica Moore… and two of the rebel leader’s sons. Must be my lucky night.”
“You had better kill us right here. Or you will regret it,” Dean growled.
“Oh, no no no. Dean Winchester, I presume,” the voice oozed. “Sam must be the one bleeding rather profusely all over you. And… Miss Moore, your father wondered where you’ve been.”
More men surrounded them. They were forced apart and cuffed. “We’ll stop at the Senators house on the way to our tanks. I think we’ve got a couple of really good playing pieces, now. Everything can go back to the way it was. Radio and let them know one of them needs medical attention. It would be a shame if he died of blood loss before we made our deal. Brady, you take the girl.”
Sam grimaced in pain as he was hauled to his feet again. He looked up bewildered, when he heard the name. His friend looked back at him, a look of helplessness clear on his face. When they arrived at Moore’s mansion, Sam and Dean were forced to wait outside with their guards. Then, Senator Moore heard who was outside.
“Well, then the little thief and his brother… Government prisoners. Perhaps, we can give these two political prisoners a night of luxury. It’s always been customary to give a final meal, we’ll consider this as that.”
“Sir? Should we clear it?” The guard asked.
“Yes. Do it. Now. And get this one inside to my head of staff to take care of the wound, before he passes out.”
Sam woke up later locked into a small room. Before he could even attempt to try to find another way out someone pounded at the door. “Time to get up and go. You’ve got a public appearance to make.”
Everything was moving too fast, and he couldn’t get away. He and Dean were forced into a vehicle and driven to the public platform. The rebels never missed these displays. By now Dad would know something was wrong, but it would kill him to see them displayed like this.
They could hear the President talking already as they were pushed out of the care. He was pushed forward first. He tripped, falling forward onto his face without his hands to catch him. He was pulled up by his hair. “Sam Winchester. Thief. Son of revolution. You are guilty of treason, but what would you have done if your father hadn’t forced you into this?” There was a pause like he was waiting for answer. “Well?”
“I-I don’t kn-know…” He stammered.
“Perhaps there’s a pretty girl you’d like to marry?”
Sam didn’t say anything. “Oh no, that’s right, you tricked Senator Moore’s daughter into trusting you. Betraying her government. She’ll suffer the same consequences.” He let go of Sam’s hair pushing him back down. “Dean Winchester. Rebel. You are also guilty of treason. Your father was a bad influence boys.”
Dean fell to the platform next to him.
“John Winchester. You brought this on your sons, but you can take it off them now. Call off your revolution. Your rebellion.”
“I can call them off.” Their dad’s voice rose above the hushed crowds as he walked toward the front of the boundary. “But we both know, you could shoot me dead right here, along with my boys. It’s not going to stop the idea we started two years ago. These people look to me as a leader, but they won’t give up just because I wanted to protect my sons. Both sides have lost too many people. Too many sons and daughters. We know loss. We’ve always known loss. The question is: do you really want to drag this out any longer? Let my boys go. Let that girl go. This is over, but I’m not the loser here.”
“You think so John?” There was a loud bang as a gun went off. Sam cried out in pain, this bullet going through his leg. “I can keep hurting them.”
“Stop it!” Jessica’s voice rang out. She was in the crowd below. “You can’t rule a country with fear. You need the trust of people, or we’ll end up right back here. That boy never committed any crimes against you. He just wants what everyone wants. A chance. The chance you took away from these people. Step down, Mr. Roman. My father let me out because he knows they’re right. It’s time for change.”
The President wavered for a moment. Dean leaned over Sam helpless, mumbling for him to stay with him. Sam was going into shock.
“Please, help him!” Dean yelled at the guards standing around.
Brady was the first to lay down his weapon he moved to help Sam. One by one police and army laid down weapons. Jessica climbed the platform kneeling over Sam after they’d freed Dean and Sam from their handcuffs. A doctor rushed to help. The President was bewildered. John Winchester took the podium.
“Do you step down?”
“Yes…” He stared at the teenager writhing on the floor as his granddaughter stood off to the side. She was the same age. He was cuffed and led off the stage.
Everything began to move even faster. Sam woke in a clean hospital two days later. They had kept him under on purpose. He woke to find his father, brother, and Jess sitting in his room. Former Senator Moore was standing in the hallway. After well-wishes and greetings, John and Dean stepped outside, holding a hushed conversation from the hallway.
Jess moved to the closest chair. “Sam, I’m so sorry. I didn’t… you’re lucky to be alive.”
“I’ve lived through worse… I think…” He answered weakly.
“Now, don’t play hero.”
“No, you were the real hero.”
She blushed. “Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Your Dad did more damage than I did. He wouldn’t have shot if he didn’t feel like it was over. I thought he’d kill you.”
“Well, I’m not dead, and you both got him to resign, but I think he knew he didn’t have anything going in. It was a last ditch attempt. Using Dean and I as bait.”
“I know… Sam…?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Wha-?” His question was cut off as she got up pressing her lips to his in a motion that seemed to fast and fluid to be human. He kissed her back. When she pulled away from him, he looked up at her, knowing what he wanted. “Jess… Will you go out with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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Date: 2013-02-09 04:37 pm (UTC)