Pieces of a Whole, Supernatural, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Pieces of a Whole
Characters/Pairing: Dean, implied Sam/Dean, implied Sam/Jo, Dean/Jo (but not like that)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A follow on to Scattered Pieces of Mind, which comes after Pieces of Dean, which follows on Remnant Pieces which in turn follows A Thousand Quivering Pieces, all of which is preceded by The Point Of No Return -- Goes AU after "Everybody Loves a Clown" -- Sam and Dean are reunited.
Warnings/Author's Notes: Um...I'm sorry. I think this is it. I think...Remember the VeryDarkWincest!Verse? Yeah...this is darker. Angsty and very, very dark stuff. Rape, character death, torture, Evil!Sam, blood play...not for the squeamish. I'm serious here.
Spoilers: (Obviously) Through "Everybody Loves a Clown"
Sam. The smell of him fills the room, though Dean is fairly certain he isn’t in the room. The others are gone and he’s alone. The dark is almost palpable, clinging to his skin as he pushes himself upward, to his feet. The sweatpants slip against his hip, scrape against wounded skin and the legs pool at his ankles. The air is warm, wrapping him in dusty arms that feel gritty and irritating.
His feet are bare against the dirty floor and it hurts to move, but he can’t stay…not when he knows Sam is close. He pushes the door open, expecting to find it locked, barred…surprised when it isn’t.
It takes a minute to recognize where he is, but recognition doesn’t offer relief…only the knowledge to navigate the dark back hallway. He pauses by the men’s room and listens…feels…Sam.
There is blood…gunshots. Dean shuffles forward, flattens himself against the wall, leans around, peers out…Sam…Sammy. Dean shakes as they fall around Sam…shakes because this is Sam killing people they knew…people who had helped them, sheltered them…people…and all Dean wanted was to feel Sam’s hand on him…feel the touch of skin, the fire of his breath…
Dean moves forward…slowly…each step an agony. His eyes are on Sam, until he hears her. “Dean.” His eyes close and he turns before he opens his eyes to where she lays on the floor, blood on her face. “Only you. We need you.”
He knows what they want from him. Sammy had wanted it once too…cried it out after one of the nightmares. His eyes rise up to meet Sam’s. He’s not angry, only curious, his eyes dark, deep…power and death are there, in the sparkles of lighter green. It’s obvious he’s waiting for something.
“Dean.” Jo’s voice cracks and both Dean and Sam look at where Sam has left her, sprawled across a table, her jeans twisted around her knees, his come drying on her ass and legs.
She twitches and Dean knows it’s because Sam has done something to her. Knows…and can’t feel anything. His insides are cold, empty. Her eyes plead with him to help her…to do something. Beside him Missouri watches him, he can feel her eyes on him. We saved you…save us…save him…
“Can you, Dean?” Sam asks, and Dean turns to face him. “Can you save me?”
“Love you.” Dean responds, his voice near raw.
Sam’s smile is slow, languid and Dean feels the ice pour through him, frozen fire hardening him. “Not the same thing is it, Brother?” Sam raises an eyebrow and Dean feels his skin rip on his left arm. He doesn’t flinch, just looks at the blood slowly moving down his skin, as if it too was cold.
Dean slides the index finger of his right hand through the blood and looks at it, as if it were foreign. His breathing is erratic, stiff and short. Sam…the feeling of Sam fills his senses. Sam…his Sam…who nearly killed him…who hurt him…who raped him…his Sam…
His steps are small. His eyes on Sam’s. The whole room, all that are left breathing watch, wait…Dean stops beside Sam, the blood still clinging to his finger. They both look at the bloody digit…and Dean raises it between them…lifting it as if in offering. Sam’s smile is glittering and evil before he opens his mouth and Dean lets him suck the finger into the heated cavern, tasting the blood…warming the cold flesh before it slides heavily out and back to Dean’s side.
“You aren’t him.” Dean says it thickly, swallowing the clump in his throat…because it doesn’t matter anymore…His eyes slide closed, he breathes deep of the smell…and he smells like Sam…along with sex and blood…he misses the smell, the taste…
He’s surprised by the gentleness of the hand on his cheek and opens his eyes. He’s more surprised by the kiss, hot lips closing over his and melting his mouth, heat pouring into him. “No, I’m not.”
But Dean thinks maybe he isn’t really anymore either…and maybe if they’re both gone…maybe if they’ve both surrendered…maybe…He turns his head to kiss Sam’s palm, takes the hand in his and holds it. He holds it while he sinks slowly to his knees…kisses the palm and turns it.
The only sound in the room is his harsh breathing as he makes his choice, as he bows his head, bears the back of his neck and slowly, deliberately places Sam’s hand on it, pressing the fingers to his flesh before dropping his hands to his knees and closing his eyes.
Jo sobs, and someone gurgles a dying breath. He can fucking feel Sam smile, feel the heat of Sam’s hand on his skin, feel his power in the air around them. He can tell Sam is pleased.
“Are you giving yourself to me, Dean?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Sir?” He’s not sure what he wants, but that seems to placate him.
“For now.” Sam’s hand leaves his neck. “Look at me.”
Dean obeys instantly, waiting. “Are you willing to prove yourself?”
“Anything.”
Sam’s gaze flicks across to Ellen, who is looking at Jo. Ellen’s bleeding badly, broken in ways Dean can’t see…not going to live much longer. “Fuck the girl.”
Dean turns to look at Jo, whose eyes have gotten huge. Sam pulls Dean to his feet and sticks a hand down his sweats. “I knew you were hard for me, baby.” His kiss is fever hot as he pulls on Dean’s cock. “I want to see this in the blond. Then I want you to kill her.”
Dean closes the distance between their mouths to kiss him. Even a few days ago a request like that would make him heave, would make his stomach churn. He moves into Sam’s fist as he strokes him harder, moving them slowly toward Jo, who was trying to move away from them. Sam reaches for her, slamming her face first into the table. “Now Dean. Show me.”
“Don’t leave me Sam.” Dean whispers, grabbing for Sam’s hand, even as he pushes himself into her and she yells curses. Sam’s arms wrap around him from behind, his hips echoing Dean’s movements as he fucks into her body. Sam had stroked him so close to coming it didn’t take him long before his orgasm slammed into her and he felt her screaming soundlessly into the table.
He leans forward, licking over her cheek, rubbing his stubbled face along her neck. “Goodbye Jo,” he whispered, his eyes flicking to Ellen’s before turning back to the task at hand. He had no weapon, so the kill would need to be intimate, and to please Sam it would need to be bloody.
An idea flitted into him, and he glanced up at Sam, looking for approval, for a sign. Sam gave him nothing, just watched and waited. This was it. This one thing and Sam would take him back. Sam would keep him. Forever.
Dean took a fistful of blond hair and twisted her head, exposing the long line of her neck. Ellen is the first to realize what he was about to do, and her scream echoes through the roadhouse, even as Dean smirks at her and watches her face as he pulls Jo’s hair harder, makes her whimper for him. His bite his hard, swift and direct, her blood flowing into his mouth before it spills out around his lips and pumps out onto the table. Dean turns, his mouth still full of her hot blood and goes to Sam, sharing the taste, the sticky heat of her life, surrendering his plunder to his brother…his lover…his master…
He slides down to his knees as Sam ends the kiss. Sam wipes his lips of the thick blood with one finger, then offers it to Dean, who opens his mouth easily and sucks it in. “Very good Dean. I’m impressed.”
The coppery taste slides over his tongue and down his throat and Dean smiles at the praise. “Love you.” Anything for Sam. Always. Even if that meant this…even if that meant leaving pieces of himself behind…Sammy had left pieces too…and maybe together they had enough pieces left to make some kind of whole…
Title: Pieces of a Whole
Characters/Pairing: Dean, implied Sam/Dean, implied Sam/Jo, Dean/Jo (but not like that)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A follow on to Scattered Pieces of Mind, which comes after Pieces of Dean, which follows on Remnant Pieces which in turn follows A Thousand Quivering Pieces, all of which is preceded by The Point Of No Return -- Goes AU after "Everybody Loves a Clown" -- Sam and Dean are reunited.
Warnings/Author's Notes: Um...I'm sorry. I think this is it. I think...Remember the VeryDarkWincest!Verse? Yeah...this is darker. Angsty and very, very dark stuff. Rape, character death, torture, Evil!Sam, blood play...not for the squeamish. I'm serious here.
Spoilers: (Obviously) Through "Everybody Loves a Clown"
Sam. The smell of him fills the room, though Dean is fairly certain he isn’t in the room. The others are gone and he’s alone. The dark is almost palpable, clinging to his skin as he pushes himself upward, to his feet. The sweatpants slip against his hip, scrape against wounded skin and the legs pool at his ankles. The air is warm, wrapping him in dusty arms that feel gritty and irritating.
His feet are bare against the dirty floor and it hurts to move, but he can’t stay…not when he knows Sam is close. He pushes the door open, expecting to find it locked, barred…surprised when it isn’t.
It takes a minute to recognize where he is, but recognition doesn’t offer relief…only the knowledge to navigate the dark back hallway. He pauses by the men’s room and listens…feels…Sam.
There is blood…gunshots. Dean shuffles forward, flattens himself against the wall, leans around, peers out…Sam…Sammy. Dean shakes as they fall around Sam…shakes because this is Sam killing people they knew…people who had helped them, sheltered them…people…and all Dean wanted was to feel Sam’s hand on him…feel the touch of skin, the fire of his breath…
Dean moves forward…slowly…each step an agony. His eyes are on Sam, until he hears her. “Dean.” His eyes close and he turns before he opens his eyes to where she lays on the floor, blood on her face. “Only you. We need you.”
He knows what they want from him. Sammy had wanted it once too…cried it out after one of the nightmares. His eyes rise up to meet Sam’s. He’s not angry, only curious, his eyes dark, deep…power and death are there, in the sparkles of lighter green. It’s obvious he’s waiting for something.
“Dean.” Jo’s voice cracks and both Dean and Sam look at where Sam has left her, sprawled across a table, her jeans twisted around her knees, his come drying on her ass and legs.
She twitches and Dean knows it’s because Sam has done something to her. Knows…and can’t feel anything. His insides are cold, empty. Her eyes plead with him to help her…to do something. Beside him Missouri watches him, he can feel her eyes on him. We saved you…save us…save him…
“Can you, Dean?” Sam asks, and Dean turns to face him. “Can you save me?”
“Love you.” Dean responds, his voice near raw.
Sam’s smile is slow, languid and Dean feels the ice pour through him, frozen fire hardening him. “Not the same thing is it, Brother?” Sam raises an eyebrow and Dean feels his skin rip on his left arm. He doesn’t flinch, just looks at the blood slowly moving down his skin, as if it too was cold.
Dean slides the index finger of his right hand through the blood and looks at it, as if it were foreign. His breathing is erratic, stiff and short. Sam…the feeling of Sam fills his senses. Sam…his Sam…who nearly killed him…who hurt him…who raped him…his Sam…
His steps are small. His eyes on Sam’s. The whole room, all that are left breathing watch, wait…Dean stops beside Sam, the blood still clinging to his finger. They both look at the bloody digit…and Dean raises it between them…lifting it as if in offering. Sam’s smile is glittering and evil before he opens his mouth and Dean lets him suck the finger into the heated cavern, tasting the blood…warming the cold flesh before it slides heavily out and back to Dean’s side.
“You aren’t him.” Dean says it thickly, swallowing the clump in his throat…because it doesn’t matter anymore…His eyes slide closed, he breathes deep of the smell…and he smells like Sam…along with sex and blood…he misses the smell, the taste…
He’s surprised by the gentleness of the hand on his cheek and opens his eyes. He’s more surprised by the kiss, hot lips closing over his and melting his mouth, heat pouring into him. “No, I’m not.”
But Dean thinks maybe he isn’t really anymore either…and maybe if they’re both gone…maybe if they’ve both surrendered…maybe…He turns his head to kiss Sam’s palm, takes the hand in his and holds it. He holds it while he sinks slowly to his knees…kisses the palm and turns it.
The only sound in the room is his harsh breathing as he makes his choice, as he bows his head, bears the back of his neck and slowly, deliberately places Sam’s hand on it, pressing the fingers to his flesh before dropping his hands to his knees and closing his eyes.
Jo sobs, and someone gurgles a dying breath. He can fucking feel Sam smile, feel the heat of Sam’s hand on his skin, feel his power in the air around them. He can tell Sam is pleased.
“Are you giving yourself to me, Dean?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Sir?” He’s not sure what he wants, but that seems to placate him.
“For now.” Sam’s hand leaves his neck. “Look at me.”
Dean obeys instantly, waiting. “Are you willing to prove yourself?”
“Anything.”
Sam’s gaze flicks across to Ellen, who is looking at Jo. Ellen’s bleeding badly, broken in ways Dean can’t see…not going to live much longer. “Fuck the girl.”
Dean turns to look at Jo, whose eyes have gotten huge. Sam pulls Dean to his feet and sticks a hand down his sweats. “I knew you were hard for me, baby.” His kiss is fever hot as he pulls on Dean’s cock. “I want to see this in the blond. Then I want you to kill her.”
Dean closes the distance between their mouths to kiss him. Even a few days ago a request like that would make him heave, would make his stomach churn. He moves into Sam’s fist as he strokes him harder, moving them slowly toward Jo, who was trying to move away from them. Sam reaches for her, slamming her face first into the table. “Now Dean. Show me.”
“Don’t leave me Sam.” Dean whispers, grabbing for Sam’s hand, even as he pushes himself into her and she yells curses. Sam’s arms wrap around him from behind, his hips echoing Dean’s movements as he fucks into her body. Sam had stroked him so close to coming it didn’t take him long before his orgasm slammed into her and he felt her screaming soundlessly into the table.
He leans forward, licking over her cheek, rubbing his stubbled face along her neck. “Goodbye Jo,” he whispered, his eyes flicking to Ellen’s before turning back to the task at hand. He had no weapon, so the kill would need to be intimate, and to please Sam it would need to be bloody.
An idea flitted into him, and he glanced up at Sam, looking for approval, for a sign. Sam gave him nothing, just watched and waited. This was it. This one thing and Sam would take him back. Sam would keep him. Forever.
Dean took a fistful of blond hair and twisted her head, exposing the long line of her neck. Ellen is the first to realize what he was about to do, and her scream echoes through the roadhouse, even as Dean smirks at her and watches her face as he pulls Jo’s hair harder, makes her whimper for him. His bite his hard, swift and direct, her blood flowing into his mouth before it spills out around his lips and pumps out onto the table. Dean turns, his mouth still full of her hot blood and goes to Sam, sharing the taste, the sticky heat of her life, surrendering his plunder to his brother…his lover…his master…
He slides down to his knees as Sam ends the kiss. Sam wipes his lips of the thick blood with one finger, then offers it to Dean, who opens his mouth easily and sucks it in. “Very good Dean. I’m impressed.”
The coppery taste slides over his tongue and down his throat and Dean smiles at the praise. “Love you.” Anything for Sam. Always. Even if that meant this…even if that meant leaving pieces of himself behind…Sammy had left pieces too…and maybe together they had enough pieces left to make some kind of whole…