Ficlet: Mile-Marker | SPN | Evil!Sam/Dean | R | 1/1
Title: Mile-Marker
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Evil!Sam/Dean
Rating: R - for bloody violence
Word Count: 249
Summary: While trying to get Dean out of Hell, Sam has an epiphany about himself.
Disclaimer: Kripke and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Written for the LOST MONTHS - What evil!Sam Did on his Summer Vacation Meme at evilsam_spn. My first Evil!Sam fic. What can I say, I was in a mood. O_o
Mile-Marker
This wasn't the first body Sam had disposed of since Dean had been savagely ripped away from this world. Wasn't the tenth. Wasn't even the hundredth. Sam had lost count somewhere between two-fifty and two-eighty. And that was probably a good five hundred ago. Not that he cared.
In fact, Sam had stopped caring with the first neck he'd snapped. Damn them. Damn them all for daring to come between Sam and his brother/lover/soul-mate/everything. He'd have gladly torn the entire population of the northern hemisphere limb from limb if it mean getting Dean back.
Armies of hunters/demons/witches had tried to keep him from Dean, and armies had failed. In the end, they all wound up dead, their blood adding its stain to Sam's hands, browned with the constant washing of it.
What was better, he'd found that he liked it, after a few dozen killings. Of course, the seeds for that revelation had been sewn long ago, but it took the breaking of the last vestiges of his humanity for him to see and realize his full potential. Dean's death hadn't just been their tragedy, it had been his personal salvation.
Once he managed to cut his way through the armies at the gates of Hell and reclaim his brother, his throne would be waiting for him to claim it as well, the Legions of the Underworld ready for him to command them. Dumping this nameless, faceless body was just a stepping stone, a numberless mile-marker on the road to his destiny.
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Evil!Sam/Dean
Rating: R - for bloody violence
Word Count: 249
Summary: While trying to get Dean out of Hell, Sam has an epiphany about himself.
Disclaimer: Kripke and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Written for the LOST MONTHS - What evil!Sam Did on his Summer Vacation Meme at evilsam_spn. My first Evil!Sam fic. What can I say, I was in a mood. O_o
Mile-Marker
This wasn't the first body Sam had disposed of since Dean had been savagely ripped away from this world. Wasn't the tenth. Wasn't even the hundredth. Sam had lost count somewhere between two-fifty and two-eighty. And that was probably a good five hundred ago. Not that he cared.
In fact, Sam had stopped caring with the first neck he'd snapped. Damn them. Damn them all for daring to come between Sam and his brother/lover/soul-mate/everything. He'd have gladly torn the entire population of the northern hemisphere limb from limb if it mean getting Dean back.
Armies of hunters/demons/witches had tried to keep him from Dean, and armies had failed. In the end, they all wound up dead, their blood adding its stain to Sam's hands, browned with the constant washing of it.
What was better, he'd found that he liked it, after a few dozen killings. Of course, the seeds for that revelation had been sewn long ago, but it took the breaking of the last vestiges of his humanity for him to see and realize his full potential. Dean's death hadn't just been their tragedy, it had been his personal salvation.
Once he managed to cut his way through the armies at the gates of Hell and reclaim his brother, his throne would be waiting for him to claim it as well, the Legions of the Underworld ready for him to command them. Dumping this nameless, faceless body was just a stepping stone, a numberless mile-marker on the road to his destiny.
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