Awakening
Title: Awakening
Author: immortal_jedi
Wordcount: 3065
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam, Dean, various crazy and doomed OCs
Warnings: Scary imagry, pseudo black magic
Summary: Sam and Dean have returned to Lawrence for the first time since John left. There, they will discover who they are- the Heir of Hell and his Guardian.
Spoilers: Not a whole lot of spoilers, actually.
AN: This was written for the Summer of Evil challenge on evilsam_spn. I started off with Prompt No. 3, and things went sideways from there. I’ll include the prompt at the end.
Many, many, many thanks go to randomstasis for betaing this story for me. You did a wonderful job again!
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Dean groaned as he started to wake up. His head hurt. After a moment, he realized that he couldn’t move. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was collapsing into bed at the motel after taking care of the poltergeist in their old home. He hadn’t even taken off his boots before he’d gone to sleep. He’d dreamed about that last night before the fire.
He opened eyes only to see a clear night sky above him. There was the flicker of firelight off to the side. He was tied down to some flat surface. Ropes were looped around his wrists and ankles, above his clothes, and he was tied down spread wide. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
This was not good.
He turned his head to the side to see a wide clearing with tombstones around the edge. Oh, this was very bad. He was probably tied to some sort of makeshift altar. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that only happened when something evil was nearby or about to occur.
Maybe he could reach one of the knives he had in his sleeves. He twisted his arm around, or tried to. Whoever had tied him down knew what he was doing. It wasn’t working.
“Good, you’re waking up. I was starting get worried.”
Dean gave up for the moment. “Where’s my brother?” he asked harshly. “If you’ve hurt Sam, I’ll kill you.”
A completely ordinary looking man dressed in a business suit stepped in front of him. That didn’t mean much. “Christo.”
The man remained unchanged. “Sam is fine. Still asleep, but fine. I apologize for the methods we had to use to bring you here, but until we’ve completed the ritual, it’s not likely that either of you will want to be here, Guardian. And thank you for the honor, but I am not a demon.”
“What ritual?” he demanded.
The man grinned. “Guardian, you and your brother should have been awakened on your sixteenth birthdays. But we couldn’t find you after your father took you away.”
Dean snarled at him. He rolled his head around, trying to see Sam, but his brother was either out of his view or not there. But he was in what was clearly an old cemetery. “Where’s Sam?” he repeated.
“He’s behind you, Guardian,” the man said. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”
Dean tilted his head back. By straining as hard as he could, he could just see Sam. His brother was tied to a chair facing him. Sam, too, was still in the clothes he’d been wearing earlier, and he was slumped over, still unconscious. “Sam!” he called out.
Sam stirred slowly and mumbled something unintelligible. “Sam, we’ve got problems.”
The man grinned at Dean. “No, Dean, you don’t. Trust me; you’ll be very happy once we’re done here.”
“Who are you?” Sam asked.
The man turned to look at Sam. “I’m your high priest.”
“What the hell?” Dean asked. “Why would Sammy need a high priest?”
The man smiled. “Because you and your brother were chosen long ago- before you were even born. Your parents were chosen, first to bear the Guardian, and once the Guardian was old enough, to bear the Savior. Dean has always been your Guardian, Savior.”
“Dude, what the Hell are you talking about? Our parents were chosen?”
The man sighed. “I suppose I should explain things. It started long ago. Stull Cemetery was placed on top of a gate to Hell. A closed one, but it still leaked power.”
“We’re in Stull Cemetery?” Sam yelped.
“Yes, Savior. It’s the best place for this ritual,” the man shrugged. “In any case, the town was founded by some of my ancestors. We sent for the others who believed as we did, and the town began to thrive. The rumors of evil brought your mother’s many times great grandfather to town, and we enticed him to stay. He didn’t realize it, of course.”
“Why would…”
The man interrupted Dean gently. “The Campbells have always been Hunters.”
Sam blinked at him. “Mom was a Hunter?”
“At one point, yes. So, your mother’s family guarded our town, and we made sure they remained in the dark about what the founders wanted. The old families of Lawrence were always waiting for the right time, the right combination. It was a solemn duty that generations of us been charged to keep. Then the Winchesters moved here shortly after your father was born.”
“And you spelled our parents, didn’t you?” Sam snarled at him.
The man sighed. “No, we didn’t. We don’t even know what happened. One day, they hated each other. The next, they were in love. A few months after that, Mary’s parents were dead, and she never mentioned anything supernatural again. Still, we knew it was time. In April of 1978, we called the Guardian up, and Mary got pregnant. In 1982, we did the same for you, Sam.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other. “You’re crazy,” Dean said flatly.
The man sighed. “I wish you would understand, Dean. I’m not crazy. If only… but your family was attacked, and your father took you away. You’ve finally returned and we can awaken you both and you can fulfill your roles.”
“Dude, Sam and I are just normal guys.”
The man laughed. “Oh, you are both so much more than that.”
“Don’t do this,” Sam said. “I’m not anyone’s Savior, I’m just… just Sam.”
The man walked over to Sam’s side. Dean shifted uneasily. He couldn’t see the man anymore, and he had no idea what he was doing. “I know you feel that way, Sam, but that’s not the truth. If only that demon idiot hadn’t attacked your family. We would have taught you both about your destiny. Your father doesn’t know, so he didn’t raise you to become the ruler you are meant to be. We’ll forgive him, since he did raise you to be a warrior, and he does love you.”
The man reappeared near Dean, fiddling with something out of Dean’s range of vision. Dean strained, but couldn’t see what he was doing.
Dean glanced around as he heard rustling around them. Several more strangers stepped into view- forming a circle around Dean, with Sam included as part of the circle. They were all dressed normally, and none of them were visibly armed. “Christo,” Sam said, but none of the ones Dean could see reacted. Dean looked back at Sam, but Sam shook his head minutely.
Dean recognized the manager at the motel they were staying at standing next to Sam.
“What is this, some sort of cult?” Dean asked snidely. “Business men and motel managers living it up?” Dean tilted his head back again and saw Sam staring at him. Their eyes met briefly, and Sam winked at him.
The High Priest just laughed. “I suppose most would think we’re a cult, but no, Guardian, we’re not. Like I told you, we’ve just been waiting for you and your brother for generations. And the man who told our civic leaders that you were here is on hand to observe our triumph.” He was, as Dean had hoped, focusing all his attention on Dean. That might give Sam a chance to get loose and do something.
Sam knew what Dean was doing, and while he didn’t like it, he’d use the distraction to get loose. He was the one who was being guarded less.
The “High Priest” didn’t seem to realize what they were doing. He picked up one of two wide bowls set up on a table next to the altar and a stick of incense. How Dean had missed the table, he didn’t know, but he had. One of his followers, clearly acting as some sort of assistant, lit the incense, and the smell of frankincense began to waft through the clearing. He began to chant. Dean started to struggle, but some strange instinct told him it was too late.
After a couple of moments, the man placed the incense in the bowl. Whatever was in there began to let off billows of smoke.
The smoke drifted down and around Dean. Dean held his breath for as long as he could. As soon as he started breathing again, however, he began to get dizzy. This was bad. The man’s chanting was starting to drill into his head. He could feel something inside of him beginning to crack. A part of him that he didn’t even realize had been locked away was shifting, getting ready to escape.
He tried to fight it, but already too much of him was welcoming that part of him.
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Sam could only watch in horror as the thick smoke from the bowl surrounded his brother. Dean was hidden in the smoke, and the only thing that Sam could see was the legs of the altar.
He’d finally squirmed an arm out of the ropes tying him down, but it was too late. As the spell continued, the man next to him noticed what he was doing. He grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled it back. Sam cried out, but no one else paid any attention. Sam turned his mind back to the spell. If he could figure it out, he could reverse it.
Sam wasn’t sure what language the man was chanting in, but he just knew, with a knowledge that defied understanding that whatever this ritual was doing to Dean, it was taking a lot of power, and it felt old.
And evil.
The smoke blew away from the altar followed by a huge flash of light. The stench of sulfur overwhelmed the incense.
“Dean!” Sam called out. “Dean!” He was blinded, but he had to know that his brother was ok.
A familiar hand brushed against his forehead. “Easy, kiddo, I’m fine,” Dean said reassuringly. There was a strange resonance to his voice, though. “Let him go, he won’t escape.”
The cultists holding him let go.
Sam blinked desperately. Slowly, his vision cleared. Dean stood next to him, and around them the cult members watched. “Dean, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Sammy,” Dean said. He grinned down at his brother. “Better than fine, in fact.” His eyes suddenly glowed green. “Much better than fine.”
Sam froze. “Christo,” he whispered.
Dean laughed. “No, Sammy, I’m not possessed. I just know what I’m supposed to do now. And you know what, it’s not that much different from what I’ve done all my life. Protect you.”
Dean placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder. Sam tried to jerk away, but he couldn’t move. Dean glanced at the assembled cult members. “Let’s awaken him,” he said.
“Dean, no, fight this!” Sam said. The cult members began untying him. As soon as he was free, he threw a punch at the nearest cult member. The man went down hard. Sam dove off the chair he had been tied to, and dropped into a crouch.
Behind him, Dean sighed. Something wrapped around him, locking his muscles. He clenched his fists and tried to stand up, but he couldn’t move.
“Enough, Sammy. This is the ceremony of awakening. It’s for your own good.”
Sam couldn’t talk, couldn’t force himself to run away. He closed his eyes and struggled against his muscles as his body, completely independent of his thoughts, turned. The cultists closed around him and his body started walking to the altar.
As soon as they had him tied down, he could move again. “Dean, please,” Sam called. “It’s the spell!”
Dean stepped back. “No, Sammy, it’s not. The spell just broke through the barriers that kept me from being who I’m supposed to be.”
Sam groaned. The “high priest” picked up the other bowl and began the ceremony again.
This time, Sam didn’t fight. It hadn’t done Dean any good. And maybe if he didn’t wear himself out trying to escape, he could fight off whatever enchantment they were trying to put on him.
So when the thick smoke began drifting around him, he didn’t hold his breath. What would be the point?
Almost immediately, he could feel something shatter within him. A part of him rushed to embrace whatever was happening. And he couldn’t fight it. Sam gave into the roar of power overtaking him.
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Dean waited with barely concealed impatience for the ceremony of awakening to be over. He wanted his brother to realize who they were now. They were the ones destined to take over the throne of Hell and rule until the end of time.
The ceremony ended with the same brilliant flash of light. As soon as it was safe to look, Dean stared at the altar. His Lord stood there in all his glory. Gigantic black wings stretched behind him, and his eyes glowed a brilliant gold. Dean smiled as the humans around them knelt down.
Sam looked at the eight people kneeling before him and smiled slowly. “Dean,” he said simply. “Reward them.”
Dean’s grin turned into a smirk. “With pleasure, Sam,” he said.
He lifted his hand. “For your efforts, I grant you this boon,” he said formally. “You will not feel our wrath, and you will not suffer the coming afflictions.”
He clenched his fist. Fire rained down on the cemetery. It was fast, so fast that the eight humans didn’t even have time to scream. A second later, the fire was gone and all that was left of their worshippers was ashes drifting on the wind.
Sam smiled at his brother. “Nice job,” he said. He folded his wings back and they shimmered for a moment before hiding themselves from view.
Dean grinned and rolled his neck around. “I never realized how constricted I felt,” he said. He closed his eyes for a second, hiding the glow in his eyes. “It must have been much worse for you.”
Sam nodded. The glow in his eyes faded away. He looked exactly like he did before he’d been awakened. “Probably why I was so… so…”
“Bitchy?” Dean asked. “Yeah, makes sense, I was at least able to do my job, Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “It’s Sam. Is Sammy really that appropriate for the Heir of the Throne of Hell?”
Dean laughed. “Hey, I changed your diapers. I get to call you whatever I want.” They started walking away. They wouldn’t need this cemetery again. There were better places for the rituals they would do. “You know what, Sammy? I’m glad you insisted on coming back home.”
“Well, I don’t know if this is home,” Sam said. “I still don’t remember it.”
Dean sighed. “You probably never will. With all our power, we still don’t know everything.”
“Not yet,” Sam said.
“Not yet,” Dean agreed. “You know, I never would have guessed. You and me, so powerful.”
“We should have known years ago,” Sam said.
“Don’t blame Dad,” Dean said.
“I don’t. He didn’t know. It was his quest that kept us from being awakened, but he was trying to keep us safe from the thing that killed Mom.”
“The demon that killed Mom.”
“You think Dad would still help us take it out?”
“Probably,” Dean said. “But I doubt he’d help us take over Hell. He might even try to kill us.”
“He won’t. And I won’t hurt him if he tries.”
“What are we going to do if that happens?” Dean asked. “You know how smart he is. He’ll figure out a way to hurt us.”
“We’ll think of something, even if it’s just locking him in some dreams where Mom’s alive and he coaches a softball team or something.”
“I don’t want to do that to Dad!” Dean said. “I want him with us, helping us rule Hell.”
Sam snorted. “So do I, Dean, but I don’t see how he’d be willing to help us. It’s Hell and Dad’s a Hunter. He’ll always be a Hunter.”
“He’s not that bad, Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “We are not having this argument again, alright?”
Dean sighed. “Hey, Sammy? You know you have wings now, right?
“Yeah, so?”
“So, we don’t need to walk all the way back to the car.”
Sam frowned. “True, true. In fact, we can travel anywhere we want, pretty much instantly now. You’ve got wings too.”
Dean blinked. “I do?”
Sam grinned. “You didn’t even notice?”
Dean looked over his shoulder, but there was nothing there.
Sam traced an invisible line over Dean’s head. “They’re right here, just waiting to be allowed out.”
“Awesome.”
“Yeah, so, how about we get out of here,” Sam replied.
“Right now, I just want to get back for the car, and get out of here. Maybe have some fun with the people who were waiting for us, first.”
Sam grinned. “I wonder. Other members of the cult probably have no idea which demon it was that killed Mom. Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. But I bet that their rituals drew power to the area, and the demon felt it.”
“I like the way you think, Sammy,” Dean said. “Think we can “reward” all the cultists before they realize what we’re doing?
“I bet we can.” Sam said. He rolled his shoulders back. “So, come on. It’s time we had some fun and tested just what we can do. Then we find Dad.”
“And then the demon that killed Mom, and find out what his plan was.”
“And then we’re going to need an army of demons.”
Dean smirked lazily. “For what? To overrun earth? I kinda like Earth, Sammy.”
“Not Earth, Dean,” Sam said. “Hell. We’re destined to rule Hell. What do we care about Earth? It’s fine as is. Let humans do what they will to it. No, we need to army so we don’t face coups every day.”
He paused. “Hey, Dean, I just realized something. We don’t even need the car anymore.”
Dean froze. “You did not just suggest abandoning the car,” he growled. He didn’t really think Sam would suggest it, but he had to make sure.
Sam grinned at him. “What are you going to do if I did?” he challenged.
Dean growled again and launched himself at his brother.
Luckily, Dean’s reward to Sam’s High Priest and their worshippers meant that no one saw the newly awakened Heir of Hell and his Guardian as they wrestled on the ground the human way.
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Prompt No. 3
Genre: Gen or Slash
Characters/pairing: Any pairing
Prompt: Prompt: In a world to which the entire town of Lawrence, Kansas is part of a Satanic Cult, Mary Winchester is chosen to give birth to the Antichrist. But when she gives birth to twins (Sam and Dean) the entire plan changes.
Does not matter how old boys are or even pre-birth. Preferably the boys have some weird body part like a tail or wings or horns.
Cookies for extremely powerful boys
Prompter: spnsamfreak2255
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Author’s Note: I decided to run with this prompt a bit, and put my own personal spin on it. Sam and Dean are not twins, and the events of canon happened, up until the timing of “Home”, which is when this story is set.
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Author: immortal_jedi
Wordcount: 3065
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam, Dean, various crazy and doomed OCs
Warnings: Scary imagry, pseudo black magic
Summary: Sam and Dean have returned to Lawrence for the first time since John left. There, they will discover who they are- the Heir of Hell and his Guardian.
Spoilers: Not a whole lot of spoilers, actually.
AN: This was written for the Summer of Evil challenge on evilsam_spn. I started off with Prompt No. 3, and things went sideways from there. I’ll include the prompt at the end.
Many, many, many thanks go to randomstasis for betaing this story for me. You did a wonderful job again!
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Dean groaned as he started to wake up. His head hurt. After a moment, he realized that he couldn’t move. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was collapsing into bed at the motel after taking care of the poltergeist in their old home. He hadn’t even taken off his boots before he’d gone to sleep. He’d dreamed about that last night before the fire.
He opened eyes only to see a clear night sky above him. There was the flicker of firelight off to the side. He was tied down to some flat surface. Ropes were looped around his wrists and ankles, above his clothes, and he was tied down spread wide. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
This was not good.
He turned his head to the side to see a wide clearing with tombstones around the edge. Oh, this was very bad. He was probably tied to some sort of makeshift altar. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that only happened when something evil was nearby or about to occur.
Maybe he could reach one of the knives he had in his sleeves. He twisted his arm around, or tried to. Whoever had tied him down knew what he was doing. It wasn’t working.
“Good, you’re waking up. I was starting get worried.”
Dean gave up for the moment. “Where’s my brother?” he asked harshly. “If you’ve hurt Sam, I’ll kill you.”
A completely ordinary looking man dressed in a business suit stepped in front of him. That didn’t mean much. “Christo.”
The man remained unchanged. “Sam is fine. Still asleep, but fine. I apologize for the methods we had to use to bring you here, but until we’ve completed the ritual, it’s not likely that either of you will want to be here, Guardian. And thank you for the honor, but I am not a demon.”
“What ritual?” he demanded.
The man grinned. “Guardian, you and your brother should have been awakened on your sixteenth birthdays. But we couldn’t find you after your father took you away.”
Dean snarled at him. He rolled his head around, trying to see Sam, but his brother was either out of his view or not there. But he was in what was clearly an old cemetery. “Where’s Sam?” he repeated.
“He’s behind you, Guardian,” the man said. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”
Dean tilted his head back. By straining as hard as he could, he could just see Sam. His brother was tied to a chair facing him. Sam, too, was still in the clothes he’d been wearing earlier, and he was slumped over, still unconscious. “Sam!” he called out.
Sam stirred slowly and mumbled something unintelligible. “Sam, we’ve got problems.”
The man grinned at Dean. “No, Dean, you don’t. Trust me; you’ll be very happy once we’re done here.”
“Who are you?” Sam asked.
The man turned to look at Sam. “I’m your high priest.”
“What the hell?” Dean asked. “Why would Sammy need a high priest?”
The man smiled. “Because you and your brother were chosen long ago- before you were even born. Your parents were chosen, first to bear the Guardian, and once the Guardian was old enough, to bear the Savior. Dean has always been your Guardian, Savior.”
“Dude, what the Hell are you talking about? Our parents were chosen?”
The man sighed. “I suppose I should explain things. It started long ago. Stull Cemetery was placed on top of a gate to Hell. A closed one, but it still leaked power.”
“We’re in Stull Cemetery?” Sam yelped.
“Yes, Savior. It’s the best place for this ritual,” the man shrugged. “In any case, the town was founded by some of my ancestors. We sent for the others who believed as we did, and the town began to thrive. The rumors of evil brought your mother’s many times great grandfather to town, and we enticed him to stay. He didn’t realize it, of course.”
“Why would…”
The man interrupted Dean gently. “The Campbells have always been Hunters.”
Sam blinked at him. “Mom was a Hunter?”
“At one point, yes. So, your mother’s family guarded our town, and we made sure they remained in the dark about what the founders wanted. The old families of Lawrence were always waiting for the right time, the right combination. It was a solemn duty that generations of us been charged to keep. Then the Winchesters moved here shortly after your father was born.”
“And you spelled our parents, didn’t you?” Sam snarled at him.
The man sighed. “No, we didn’t. We don’t even know what happened. One day, they hated each other. The next, they were in love. A few months after that, Mary’s parents were dead, and she never mentioned anything supernatural again. Still, we knew it was time. In April of 1978, we called the Guardian up, and Mary got pregnant. In 1982, we did the same for you, Sam.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other. “You’re crazy,” Dean said flatly.
The man sighed. “I wish you would understand, Dean. I’m not crazy. If only… but your family was attacked, and your father took you away. You’ve finally returned and we can awaken you both and you can fulfill your roles.”
“Dude, Sam and I are just normal guys.”
The man laughed. “Oh, you are both so much more than that.”
“Don’t do this,” Sam said. “I’m not anyone’s Savior, I’m just… just Sam.”
The man walked over to Sam’s side. Dean shifted uneasily. He couldn’t see the man anymore, and he had no idea what he was doing. “I know you feel that way, Sam, but that’s not the truth. If only that demon idiot hadn’t attacked your family. We would have taught you both about your destiny. Your father doesn’t know, so he didn’t raise you to become the ruler you are meant to be. We’ll forgive him, since he did raise you to be a warrior, and he does love you.”
The man reappeared near Dean, fiddling with something out of Dean’s range of vision. Dean strained, but couldn’t see what he was doing.
Dean glanced around as he heard rustling around them. Several more strangers stepped into view- forming a circle around Dean, with Sam included as part of the circle. They were all dressed normally, and none of them were visibly armed. “Christo,” Sam said, but none of the ones Dean could see reacted. Dean looked back at Sam, but Sam shook his head minutely.
Dean recognized the manager at the motel they were staying at standing next to Sam.
“What is this, some sort of cult?” Dean asked snidely. “Business men and motel managers living it up?” Dean tilted his head back again and saw Sam staring at him. Their eyes met briefly, and Sam winked at him.
The High Priest just laughed. “I suppose most would think we’re a cult, but no, Guardian, we’re not. Like I told you, we’ve just been waiting for you and your brother for generations. And the man who told our civic leaders that you were here is on hand to observe our triumph.” He was, as Dean had hoped, focusing all his attention on Dean. That might give Sam a chance to get loose and do something.
Sam knew what Dean was doing, and while he didn’t like it, he’d use the distraction to get loose. He was the one who was being guarded less.
The “High Priest” didn’t seem to realize what they were doing. He picked up one of two wide bowls set up on a table next to the altar and a stick of incense. How Dean had missed the table, he didn’t know, but he had. One of his followers, clearly acting as some sort of assistant, lit the incense, and the smell of frankincense began to waft through the clearing. He began to chant. Dean started to struggle, but some strange instinct told him it was too late.
After a couple of moments, the man placed the incense in the bowl. Whatever was in there began to let off billows of smoke.
The smoke drifted down and around Dean. Dean held his breath for as long as he could. As soon as he started breathing again, however, he began to get dizzy. This was bad. The man’s chanting was starting to drill into his head. He could feel something inside of him beginning to crack. A part of him that he didn’t even realize had been locked away was shifting, getting ready to escape.
He tried to fight it, but already too much of him was welcoming that part of him.
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Sam could only watch in horror as the thick smoke from the bowl surrounded his brother. Dean was hidden in the smoke, and the only thing that Sam could see was the legs of the altar.
He’d finally squirmed an arm out of the ropes tying him down, but it was too late. As the spell continued, the man next to him noticed what he was doing. He grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled it back. Sam cried out, but no one else paid any attention. Sam turned his mind back to the spell. If he could figure it out, he could reverse it.
Sam wasn’t sure what language the man was chanting in, but he just knew, with a knowledge that defied understanding that whatever this ritual was doing to Dean, it was taking a lot of power, and it felt old.
And evil.
The smoke blew away from the altar followed by a huge flash of light. The stench of sulfur overwhelmed the incense.
“Dean!” Sam called out. “Dean!” He was blinded, but he had to know that his brother was ok.
A familiar hand brushed against his forehead. “Easy, kiddo, I’m fine,” Dean said reassuringly. There was a strange resonance to his voice, though. “Let him go, he won’t escape.”
The cultists holding him let go.
Sam blinked desperately. Slowly, his vision cleared. Dean stood next to him, and around them the cult members watched. “Dean, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Sammy,” Dean said. He grinned down at his brother. “Better than fine, in fact.” His eyes suddenly glowed green. “Much better than fine.”
Sam froze. “Christo,” he whispered.
Dean laughed. “No, Sammy, I’m not possessed. I just know what I’m supposed to do now. And you know what, it’s not that much different from what I’ve done all my life. Protect you.”
Dean placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder. Sam tried to jerk away, but he couldn’t move. Dean glanced at the assembled cult members. “Let’s awaken him,” he said.
“Dean, no, fight this!” Sam said. The cult members began untying him. As soon as he was free, he threw a punch at the nearest cult member. The man went down hard. Sam dove off the chair he had been tied to, and dropped into a crouch.
Behind him, Dean sighed. Something wrapped around him, locking his muscles. He clenched his fists and tried to stand up, but he couldn’t move.
“Enough, Sammy. This is the ceremony of awakening. It’s for your own good.”
Sam couldn’t talk, couldn’t force himself to run away. He closed his eyes and struggled against his muscles as his body, completely independent of his thoughts, turned. The cultists closed around him and his body started walking to the altar.
As soon as they had him tied down, he could move again. “Dean, please,” Sam called. “It’s the spell!”
Dean stepped back. “No, Sammy, it’s not. The spell just broke through the barriers that kept me from being who I’m supposed to be.”
Sam groaned. The “high priest” picked up the other bowl and began the ceremony again.
This time, Sam didn’t fight. It hadn’t done Dean any good. And maybe if he didn’t wear himself out trying to escape, he could fight off whatever enchantment they were trying to put on him.
So when the thick smoke began drifting around him, he didn’t hold his breath. What would be the point?
Almost immediately, he could feel something shatter within him. A part of him rushed to embrace whatever was happening. And he couldn’t fight it. Sam gave into the roar of power overtaking him.
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Dean waited with barely concealed impatience for the ceremony of awakening to be over. He wanted his brother to realize who they were now. They were the ones destined to take over the throne of Hell and rule until the end of time.
The ceremony ended with the same brilliant flash of light. As soon as it was safe to look, Dean stared at the altar. His Lord stood there in all his glory. Gigantic black wings stretched behind him, and his eyes glowed a brilliant gold. Dean smiled as the humans around them knelt down.
Sam looked at the eight people kneeling before him and smiled slowly. “Dean,” he said simply. “Reward them.”
Dean’s grin turned into a smirk. “With pleasure, Sam,” he said.
He lifted his hand. “For your efforts, I grant you this boon,” he said formally. “You will not feel our wrath, and you will not suffer the coming afflictions.”
He clenched his fist. Fire rained down on the cemetery. It was fast, so fast that the eight humans didn’t even have time to scream. A second later, the fire was gone and all that was left of their worshippers was ashes drifting on the wind.
Sam smiled at his brother. “Nice job,” he said. He folded his wings back and they shimmered for a moment before hiding themselves from view.
Dean grinned and rolled his neck around. “I never realized how constricted I felt,” he said. He closed his eyes for a second, hiding the glow in his eyes. “It must have been much worse for you.”
Sam nodded. The glow in his eyes faded away. He looked exactly like he did before he’d been awakened. “Probably why I was so… so…”
“Bitchy?” Dean asked. “Yeah, makes sense, I was at least able to do my job, Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “It’s Sam. Is Sammy really that appropriate for the Heir of the Throne of Hell?”
Dean laughed. “Hey, I changed your diapers. I get to call you whatever I want.” They started walking away. They wouldn’t need this cemetery again. There were better places for the rituals they would do. “You know what, Sammy? I’m glad you insisted on coming back home.”
“Well, I don’t know if this is home,” Sam said. “I still don’t remember it.”
Dean sighed. “You probably never will. With all our power, we still don’t know everything.”
“Not yet,” Sam said.
“Not yet,” Dean agreed. “You know, I never would have guessed. You and me, so powerful.”
“We should have known years ago,” Sam said.
“Don’t blame Dad,” Dean said.
“I don’t. He didn’t know. It was his quest that kept us from being awakened, but he was trying to keep us safe from the thing that killed Mom.”
“The demon that killed Mom.”
“You think Dad would still help us take it out?”
“Probably,” Dean said. “But I doubt he’d help us take over Hell. He might even try to kill us.”
“He won’t. And I won’t hurt him if he tries.”
“What are we going to do if that happens?” Dean asked. “You know how smart he is. He’ll figure out a way to hurt us.”
“We’ll think of something, even if it’s just locking him in some dreams where Mom’s alive and he coaches a softball team or something.”
“I don’t want to do that to Dad!” Dean said. “I want him with us, helping us rule Hell.”
Sam snorted. “So do I, Dean, but I don’t see how he’d be willing to help us. It’s Hell and Dad’s a Hunter. He’ll always be a Hunter.”
“He’s not that bad, Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “We are not having this argument again, alright?”
Dean sighed. “Hey, Sammy? You know you have wings now, right?
“Yeah, so?”
“So, we don’t need to walk all the way back to the car.”
Sam frowned. “True, true. In fact, we can travel anywhere we want, pretty much instantly now. You’ve got wings too.”
Dean blinked. “I do?”
Sam grinned. “You didn’t even notice?”
Dean looked over his shoulder, but there was nothing there.
Sam traced an invisible line over Dean’s head. “They’re right here, just waiting to be allowed out.”
“Awesome.”
“Yeah, so, how about we get out of here,” Sam replied.
“Right now, I just want to get back for the car, and get out of here. Maybe have some fun with the people who were waiting for us, first.”
Sam grinned. “I wonder. Other members of the cult probably have no idea which demon it was that killed Mom. Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. But I bet that their rituals drew power to the area, and the demon felt it.”
“I like the way you think, Sammy,” Dean said. “Think we can “reward” all the cultists before they realize what we’re doing?
“I bet we can.” Sam said. He rolled his shoulders back. “So, come on. It’s time we had some fun and tested just what we can do. Then we find Dad.”
“And then the demon that killed Mom, and find out what his plan was.”
“And then we’re going to need an army of demons.”
Dean smirked lazily. “For what? To overrun earth? I kinda like Earth, Sammy.”
“Not Earth, Dean,” Sam said. “Hell. We’re destined to rule Hell. What do we care about Earth? It’s fine as is. Let humans do what they will to it. No, we need to army so we don’t face coups every day.”
He paused. “Hey, Dean, I just realized something. We don’t even need the car anymore.”
Dean froze. “You did not just suggest abandoning the car,” he growled. He didn’t really think Sam would suggest it, but he had to make sure.
Sam grinned at him. “What are you going to do if I did?” he challenged.
Dean growled again and launched himself at his brother.
Luckily, Dean’s reward to Sam’s High Priest and their worshippers meant that no one saw the newly awakened Heir of Hell and his Guardian as they wrestled on the ground the human way.
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Prompt No. 3
Genre: Gen or Slash
Characters/pairing: Any pairing
Prompt: Prompt: In a world to which the entire town of Lawrence, Kansas is part of a Satanic Cult, Mary Winchester is chosen to give birth to the Antichrist. But when she gives birth to twins (Sam and Dean) the entire plan changes.
Does not matter how old boys are or even pre-birth. Preferably the boys have some weird body part like a tail or wings or horns.
Cookies for extremely powerful boys
Prompter: spnsamfreak2255
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Author’s Note: I decided to run with this prompt a bit, and put my own personal spin on it. Sam and Dean are not twins, and the events of canon happened, up until the timing of “Home”, which is when this story is set.
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