In His Brother's Arms, Supernatural, Sam/Dean/John, Sacrifice
Title: In His Brother's Arms
Author: odd_for_sods
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean/John
Rating: R
Category: Slash
Word Count: 507 Words
Spoilers: None
Summary: For Oxoniensis' Hugs, Cuddles and Kisses Challenge.
Disclaimer: If only ...
Notes/Warnings: Caveat Lector, not a happy ending.
In His Brother's Arms, Supernatural, Sam/Dean/John, Sacrifice
Authors Note: Caveat Lector, not a happy ending.
Sam, cowed, shrinks as small as he can, into the corner, back to the rotten wood wall. His ass is numb, cold against the slab floor. Dean, semi-conscious, is slumped across Sam's lap, clutched tight in his brother's embrace. Their arms a protective shield against the demon. Sam's hand presses his brother's bleeding wound, trying to stem the flow. Still, blood oozes around his fingers.
"Hold on, Dean," he whispers, desperate, against his brother's ear. "Please, hold on."
Dean squeezes his hand weakly.
Sam knows his brother can't last much longer; there's just too much blood pooled on the floor. He keeps his eyes on the demon who has stolen their father's skin as it paces the small cabin spewing hateful bile at the Winchesters and their kind.
The Colt is tight in its fist. Loaded.
The demon stills.
Turns.
Sam shudders at his father's stare.
One, two, three paces and John kneels before them.
"No, dad, please, no," Sam begs.
Yellow eyed, John leers, cups Dean's face and forces his thumb lewdly between Dean's lips.
"You'll do what ever I want, boy. And you'll thank me and say, 'yes, sir' and 'how do you want it, sir?'" John's voice is painted with lust and dirty with possession.
Sam's arms tighten about Dean.
John laughs hollowly, draws Dean's face to his own and ravishes his eldest son's mouth. All tongue and clashing teeth and scuffing stubble. Dean groans and briefly arches against Sam's grasp.
Sam's stomach revolts, his guts churn and bile rises in his throat.
The demon growls, returns his focus to Sam, lips a breath away from stealing a kiss. "John had such unnatural thoughts about you boys, Sam. He just didn't have the balls to act on his impulses. Now he can." John runs the tip of his tongue along Sam's lower lip. "How'd you like your old man now?"
Sam swallows hard, struggles to restrain the rage screaming inside, grinds out, "You're not my father."
"I wouldn't bet on that, Sam." John's face is contorted with a mock grin. Subtly his expression fades and blanks. His eyes go dead and lashes flicker.
Sam, silently prays.
When his father's eyes open they are wet with despair.
"Sam?" So much torment in a single word. "I'm so sorry, Sam."
"It's okay, dad." Sam reassures him with a small pained smile.
His father presses his lips to Sam's forehead. "I love you, son. Please forgive me."
Suddenly a loud explosion rings in Sam's ears and he flinches as blood and brain matter splatter his face. His father slumps heavily against him, the colt still clutched like a talisman in his fingers. Flecks of black swirl and curl and scatter formlessly across the cement.
Sam shoves his father away like some filthy thing on to the floor. He levers his legs free and stands stiffly. Grabbing Dean under the shoulders he drags his brother's lifeless body towards the door.
Briefly, he glances back over his shoulder. Tears wet his face as he mouths, "Love you always, dad."
Author: odd_for_sods
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean/John
Rating: R
Category: Slash
Word Count: 507 Words
Spoilers: None
Summary: For Oxoniensis' Hugs, Cuddles and Kisses Challenge.
Disclaimer: If only ...
Notes/Warnings: Caveat Lector, not a happy ending.
In His Brother's Arms, Supernatural, Sam/Dean/John, Sacrifice
Authors Note: Caveat Lector, not a happy ending.
Sam, cowed, shrinks as small as he can, into the corner, back to the rotten wood wall. His ass is numb, cold against the slab floor. Dean, semi-conscious, is slumped across Sam's lap, clutched tight in his brother's embrace. Their arms a protective shield against the demon. Sam's hand presses his brother's bleeding wound, trying to stem the flow. Still, blood oozes around his fingers.
"Hold on, Dean," he whispers, desperate, against his brother's ear. "Please, hold on."
Dean squeezes his hand weakly.
Sam knows his brother can't last much longer; there's just too much blood pooled on the floor. He keeps his eyes on the demon who has stolen their father's skin as it paces the small cabin spewing hateful bile at the Winchesters and their kind.
The Colt is tight in its fist. Loaded.
The demon stills.
Turns.
Sam shudders at his father's stare.
One, two, three paces and John kneels before them.
"No, dad, please, no," Sam begs.
Yellow eyed, John leers, cups Dean's face and forces his thumb lewdly between Dean's lips.
"You'll do what ever I want, boy. And you'll thank me and say, 'yes, sir' and 'how do you want it, sir?'" John's voice is painted with lust and dirty with possession.
Sam's arms tighten about Dean.
John laughs hollowly, draws Dean's face to his own and ravishes his eldest son's mouth. All tongue and clashing teeth and scuffing stubble. Dean groans and briefly arches against Sam's grasp.
Sam's stomach revolts, his guts churn and bile rises in his throat.
The demon growls, returns his focus to Sam, lips a breath away from stealing a kiss. "John had such unnatural thoughts about you boys, Sam. He just didn't have the balls to act on his impulses. Now he can." John runs the tip of his tongue along Sam's lower lip. "How'd you like your old man now?"
Sam swallows hard, struggles to restrain the rage screaming inside, grinds out, "You're not my father."
"I wouldn't bet on that, Sam." John's face is contorted with a mock grin. Subtly his expression fades and blanks. His eyes go dead and lashes flicker.
Sam, silently prays.
When his father's eyes open they are wet with despair.
"Sam?" So much torment in a single word. "I'm so sorry, Sam."
"It's okay, dad." Sam reassures him with a small pained smile.
His father presses his lips to Sam's forehead. "I love you, son. Please forgive me."
Suddenly a loud explosion rings in Sam's ears and he flinches as blood and brain matter splatter his face. His father slumps heavily against him, the colt still clutched like a talisman in his fingers. Flecks of black swirl and curl and scatter formlessly across the cement.
Sam shoves his father away like some filthy thing on to the floor. He levers his legs free and stands stiffly. Grabbing Dean under the shoulders he drags his brother's lifeless body towards the door.
Briefly, he glances back over his shoulder. Tears wet his face as he mouths, "Love you always, dad."