Fic: A Terrible Thing - SPN
Title: A Terrible Thing
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, more's the pity.
Warnings: um, crack!fic?
Summary: Sam has a hard time dealing when Dean is altered by a witch's spell.
There had been very few constants in Sam's life, one of the drawbacks of being raised by a dedicated hunter, but there was one thing that he had never doubted. He had always known that Dean would be there to stand between Sam and the things that frightened him, no matter what.
Until now. Now, instead of Dean being the one to protect him, the one to stand beside him as they faced whatever supernatural being was causing problems, it was Dean who frightened him. It was Dean that he was flinching away from, Dean's presence that had him pressing his back even more tightly against the motel room wall. It was Dean who had his heart racing in badly concealed panic.
Sam knew that it wasn't Dean's fault, that Dean hadn't asked to be altered by the witch they were hunting. He knew that even like this Dean would never hurt him, that in fact it was hurting Dean that Sam was so terrified of him, even though he also knew that Dean understood why he was so scared. But he just couldn't help himself, and he was immensely grateful that the witch's spell wasn't permanent, that it would wear off in a couple of days.
However, those were going to be the longest couple of days in Sam's life.
Because everything about this altered Dean was terrifying. His face was entirely too pale to be natural, except for the dark circles around his eyes. His lips were a shade of red completely unknown in nature, and the red combined with the stark white of his face just made his eyes stand out even more.
But what freaked Sam out the most was how quiet Dean was. The way he seemed to follow Sam with his too-bright eyes, head cocked to the side and completely, utterly and eerily silent was incredibly unnerving. A silent Dean was just wrong on more levels than Sam really wanted to contemplate, especially right now.
Plus, the fact that Dean was currently incapable of speech meant that Sam couldn't leave until the spell wore off, that he couldn't even get another room in case something happened. Which meant that once the spell did wear off Sam was going to be exhausted, because brother or not there was no way he would be able to sleep with Dean in the room as he was now.
"Dean, I know that this isn't your fault. I realize that this is probably at least as awful for you as it is for me. But could you please not look at me, for at least a little while?"
Green eyes blinked deliberately as Dean's head tilted slightly to the left and his lips turned down in a sad frown. He slowly nodded and moved his chair so that he was facing away from Sam and a single tear slid artfully down his pale cheek.
Sam just sighed tiredly, trying and failing to suppress a frightened shiver.
He really, really hated mimes.
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, more's the pity.
Warnings: um, crack!fic?
Summary: Sam has a hard time dealing when Dean is altered by a witch's spell.
There had been very few constants in Sam's life, one of the drawbacks of being raised by a dedicated hunter, but there was one thing that he had never doubted. He had always known that Dean would be there to stand between Sam and the things that frightened him, no matter what.
Until now. Now, instead of Dean being the one to protect him, the one to stand beside him as they faced whatever supernatural being was causing problems, it was Dean who frightened him. It was Dean that he was flinching away from, Dean's presence that had him pressing his back even more tightly against the motel room wall. It was Dean who had his heart racing in badly concealed panic.
Sam knew that it wasn't Dean's fault, that Dean hadn't asked to be altered by the witch they were hunting. He knew that even like this Dean would never hurt him, that in fact it was hurting Dean that Sam was so terrified of him, even though he also knew that Dean understood why he was so scared. But he just couldn't help himself, and he was immensely grateful that the witch's spell wasn't permanent, that it would wear off in a couple of days.
However, those were going to be the longest couple of days in Sam's life.
Because everything about this altered Dean was terrifying. His face was entirely too pale to be natural, except for the dark circles around his eyes. His lips were a shade of red completely unknown in nature, and the red combined with the stark white of his face just made his eyes stand out even more.
But what freaked Sam out the most was how quiet Dean was. The way he seemed to follow Sam with his too-bright eyes, head cocked to the side and completely, utterly and eerily silent was incredibly unnerving. A silent Dean was just wrong on more levels than Sam really wanted to contemplate, especially right now.
Plus, the fact that Dean was currently incapable of speech meant that Sam couldn't leave until the spell wore off, that he couldn't even get another room in case something happened. Which meant that once the spell did wear off Sam was going to be exhausted, because brother or not there was no way he would be able to sleep with Dean in the room as he was now.
"Dean, I know that this isn't your fault. I realize that this is probably at least as awful for you as it is for me. But could you please not look at me, for at least a little while?"
Green eyes blinked deliberately as Dean's head tilted slightly to the left and his lips turned down in a sad frown. He slowly nodded and moved his chair so that he was facing away from Sam and a single tear slid artfully down his pale cheek.
Sam just sighed tiredly, trying and failing to suppress a frightened shiver.
He really, really hated mimes.