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Title: Unfaithful
Author: Belah
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: Strong R
Spoilers: Through S2.
Summary: Dean's been doing some research of his own...
Series: Part 3/? of the Prequel to the Demon!Verse.
Feedback: Gives me a happy.
Sam had been distant as of late, leaving Dean to his own devices-for the most part. He’d been gone for several days now. Dean could remember a time when he would have panicked, would have called Ellen and Bobby and gone searching for his baby brother. That time was long ago and now, now Dean enjoyed the time away. He knew he couldn’t live without Sam, that there had to be a way to get his brother back. He’d been spending most of his time in the libraries in each town they passed through; Sam wasn’t beyond letting Dean having his little hunting trips. He knew it was what had kept his brother going, that it gave him some semblance of hope that his brother was “still in there” as he referred to it.
He was in the middle of dialing Ellen’s number, listened to the first two rings and hung up quickly as the door opened and Sam strolled into the dingy motel room. “Sam, wha-Are you okay?” Instinct took over as he saw the blood coating his brother little skin showing through the crimson. “What happened?”
Sam coughed and slumped down onto the bed in the center of the room. “Ellen and Bobby. Damn fools.”
Dean’s eyes flashed to his phone then back to Sam. “What? How did they-what did they do?”
“They tried to kill me Dean. What did you think happened? Look at me.” Sam looked at the sheer panic in his brother’s eyes, his pupils blown and searching his face frantically. “I didn’t kill them, maimed them a little but they’re still alive.”
Dean let out a relieved sigh, eyes closing. “Thank god.”
“So glad to realize where your loyalty lays, big brother.”
Dean cringed and looked up. “Sam, I-What do you want from me? I’m a hunter, if you weren’t my brother you know damn well I’d have been on their side! Why do you have to keep doing this? We should be finding a way to kill that sonofabitch, not helping him!” Dean was on his feet with his voice raised. “Dad would be rolling in his grave…”
“Don’t! Don’t, ever mention him in my presence again. He’s dead and his war is over. It’s not our war to fight.”
“Isn’t it, Sam? That thing killed our mother, killed Jessica-or did you forget that while you were going all darkside and shit? ‘Cause I sure as fuck didn’t.”
Sam just shrugged. “It was all part of the greater plan Dean. Mom and Jess were in the way-they were just holding me back from becoming what I am today.” His lips curled up as his brown eyes swirled black.
“And that would have been bad how?”
“Dean, that’s enough. I don’t want to talk anymore, why don’t you join me in the shower?”
“I’m going out.”
Sam shrugged, pulling himself from the bed and stripping as he walked to the bathroom. Dean grabbed his the keys to the Impala and his phone before slamming the motel door behind him.
Sam didn’t try to stop him, not anymore. Dean would always come back, he needed Sam like he needed oxygen-it was just a matter of time until Dean would realize that.
It wasn’t hard to find Ellen and Bobby, both had retreated to the Roadhouse, freshly rebuilt, to lick their wounds. He didn’t blame them when neither lowered their guns.
“I’m not here to fight. I found something-it might help get Sam back. I can’t stay long, Sam’ll get suspicious.” He dropped the duffle back with his research to the floor. “Good luck.”
“Dean! Wait.” Ellen moved closer then stopped herself. “Why?”
“He’s my brother. Just… I’ll be in touch. And stay out of his way; I can only do so much.”
And he was gone, on his way back to the motel. Back to Sam.
“You went to see them.” Sam said from the bed as he opened the door to step inside. “It’s okay, I figured you would. They can’t win, you know. I’m stronger than them.”
Dean stripped off his jacket, dropped the keys to the table. He didn’t respond to Sam, just made his way into the bathroom, needing to shower. Sam moved to the doorway, careful to keep Dean in his line of sight. “You’re getting cocky little brother.”
“No, I’m telling the truth.”
“For your sake, you better hope so.”
Sam scoffed and stepped forward, catching Dean by his wrist. “Are you trying to help them, Dean? Do you really want them to kill me? After all, if I die-so do you.”
“If that’s they only way to stop you, so be it.”
A loud growl spilled past Sam’s lips as he forcefully turned Dean’s back to the wall. “This isn’t a game Dean. I’ve let them live because you asked it. But if I thought for a minute that they were going to hurt you, hurt us-I’ll kill them.”
Dean swallowed hard, drawing in a deep breath and cursing himself for the soft moan that slipped past his lips as Sam’s pressed to his. “Now take your shower, I’ll be in bed.”
Dean could do nothing but nod his head and shakily make his way into the shower.
It was been a week before Ellen called. Sam was in the shower when Dean answered the phone.
“Yeah.”
There was a soft shuffling sound as voices filtered through the phone and someone else spoke over the line. “Dean?”
“Dad…”
“Dean, did-who’s on the phone?”
Dean flipped his phone shut, shrugging and looking up to Sam. “No one.”
Sam kept his eyes focused on Dean a moment longer before choosing to drop the subject. “I’m gonna go grab us something to eat. I expect you’ll be here when I get back?”
Dean just nodded, watching as Sam left, hearing the Impala’s engine growl loudly before fading into the distance. He sat staring at his phone until Sam returned with pizza boxes in hand.
*Title and cut from Rihanna's song Unfaithful.
Author: Belah
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: Strong R
Spoilers: Through S2.
Summary: Dean's been doing some research of his own...
Series: Part 3/? of the Prequel to the Demon!Verse.
Feedback: Gives me a happy.
Sam had been distant as of late, leaving Dean to his own devices-for the most part. He’d been gone for several days now. Dean could remember a time when he would have panicked, would have called Ellen and Bobby and gone searching for his baby brother. That time was long ago and now, now Dean enjoyed the time away. He knew he couldn’t live without Sam, that there had to be a way to get his brother back. He’d been spending most of his time in the libraries in each town they passed through; Sam wasn’t beyond letting Dean having his little hunting trips. He knew it was what had kept his brother going, that it gave him some semblance of hope that his brother was “still in there” as he referred to it.
He was in the middle of dialing Ellen’s number, listened to the first two rings and hung up quickly as the door opened and Sam strolled into the dingy motel room. “Sam, wha-Are you okay?” Instinct took over as he saw the blood coating his brother little skin showing through the crimson. “What happened?”
Sam coughed and slumped down onto the bed in the center of the room. “Ellen and Bobby. Damn fools.”
Dean’s eyes flashed to his phone then back to Sam. “What? How did they-what did they do?”
“They tried to kill me Dean. What did you think happened? Look at me.” Sam looked at the sheer panic in his brother’s eyes, his pupils blown and searching his face frantically. “I didn’t kill them, maimed them a little but they’re still alive.”
Dean let out a relieved sigh, eyes closing. “Thank god.”
“So glad to realize where your loyalty lays, big brother.”
Dean cringed and looked up. “Sam, I-What do you want from me? I’m a hunter, if you weren’t my brother you know damn well I’d have been on their side! Why do you have to keep doing this? We should be finding a way to kill that sonofabitch, not helping him!” Dean was on his feet with his voice raised. “Dad would be rolling in his grave…”
“Don’t! Don’t, ever mention him in my presence again. He’s dead and his war is over. It’s not our war to fight.”
“Isn’t it, Sam? That thing killed our mother, killed Jessica-or did you forget that while you were going all darkside and shit? ‘Cause I sure as fuck didn’t.”
Sam just shrugged. “It was all part of the greater plan Dean. Mom and Jess were in the way-they were just holding me back from becoming what I am today.” His lips curled up as his brown eyes swirled black.
“And that would have been bad how?”
“Dean, that’s enough. I don’t want to talk anymore, why don’t you join me in the shower?”
“I’m going out.”
Sam shrugged, pulling himself from the bed and stripping as he walked to the bathroom. Dean grabbed his the keys to the Impala and his phone before slamming the motel door behind him.
Sam didn’t try to stop him, not anymore. Dean would always come back, he needed Sam like he needed oxygen-it was just a matter of time until Dean would realize that.
It wasn’t hard to find Ellen and Bobby, both had retreated to the Roadhouse, freshly rebuilt, to lick their wounds. He didn’t blame them when neither lowered their guns.
“I’m not here to fight. I found something-it might help get Sam back. I can’t stay long, Sam’ll get suspicious.” He dropped the duffle back with his research to the floor. “Good luck.”
“Dean! Wait.” Ellen moved closer then stopped herself. “Why?”
“He’s my brother. Just… I’ll be in touch. And stay out of his way; I can only do so much.”
And he was gone, on his way back to the motel. Back to Sam.
“You went to see them.” Sam said from the bed as he opened the door to step inside. “It’s okay, I figured you would. They can’t win, you know. I’m stronger than them.”
Dean stripped off his jacket, dropped the keys to the table. He didn’t respond to Sam, just made his way into the bathroom, needing to shower. Sam moved to the doorway, careful to keep Dean in his line of sight. “You’re getting cocky little brother.”
“No, I’m telling the truth.”
“For your sake, you better hope so.”
Sam scoffed and stepped forward, catching Dean by his wrist. “Are you trying to help them, Dean? Do you really want them to kill me? After all, if I die-so do you.”
“If that’s they only way to stop you, so be it.”
A loud growl spilled past Sam’s lips as he forcefully turned Dean’s back to the wall. “This isn’t a game Dean. I’ve let them live because you asked it. But if I thought for a minute that they were going to hurt you, hurt us-I’ll kill them.”
Dean swallowed hard, drawing in a deep breath and cursing himself for the soft moan that slipped past his lips as Sam’s pressed to his. “Now take your shower, I’ll be in bed.”
Dean could do nothing but nod his head and shakily make his way into the shower.
It was been a week before Ellen called. Sam was in the shower when Dean answered the phone.
“Yeah.”
There was a soft shuffling sound as voices filtered through the phone and someone else spoke over the line. “Dean?”
“Dad…”
“Dean, did-who’s on the phone?”
Dean flipped his phone shut, shrugging and looking up to Sam. “No one.”
Sam kept his eyes focused on Dean a moment longer before choosing to drop the subject. “I’m gonna go grab us something to eat. I expect you’ll be here when I get back?”
Dean just nodded, watching as Sam left, hearing the Impala’s engine growl loudly before fading into the distance. He sat staring at his phone until Sam returned with pizza boxes in hand.
*Title and cut from Rihanna's song Unfaithful.