SPN fic: thirty minutes
Title: thirty minutes
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Dean, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: torture, rape (non-graphic), death
Spoilers: season 6
Words: 1,167
Summary: There are still hunters out there who don't like Sam very much.
They get Sam when he’s on the way back from interviewing a witness, and he never learns how they found him or got the idea of looking for him in the first place. As far as the rest of the hunting world is concerned, he’s dead. He’s been killed two years ago by Roy and Walt who have never been able to shut up about anything - and for those who knew better (sort of - he has been killed, after all) he has jumped into hell not long after that, never to be seen again.
But here he is, lying on hard, rough asphalt that scraped the skin off his flesh until it was raw and bleeding when they dragged him to this place, and these men are hunters, no doubt. They reveal as much in the conversations he overhears. Whenever they talk about Sam they laugh, or at least snicker.
Sam doesn’t even know them.
-
In twenty-five days, Dean will drive the impala off a cliff. It won’t be a conscious decision, if only because no conscious decision has to be made. He’ll just drive until he sees a convenient curve and step down on the accelerator with his hands firmly on the wheel and his eyes set on the point he’s aiming for. Seconds after he noticed the spot, he will break through the guard rail and fall two hundred and fifty feet with nothing in his heart but the uncertain hope that there will be something more than water and darkness waiting from him at the end of the fall.
-
They never talk to Sam, only about him. Sam quickly gives up trying to talk to them when every word he says is met with casual punches, and in once case with a chain wrapped around his left arm from shoulder to wrist and pulled tight until the bone snaps again and again. He shuts up after that, except for screams. They don’t mind the screams - they make them happy.
Sam knows this isn’t about revenge, or even justice. Justice is an excuse, but not one that withstands closer observation. Some hunters are sick bastards.
It makes Sam think of his dad a lot, when they take a break and leave him alone to dry out in the summer heat, assaulted by the flies that crawl into his wounds. Dad tried to protect his sons from those who went into hunting for a reason and stayed for bloodshed without consequences. As a result, Sam and Dean only met guys like Bobby, Jim or Caleb and Sam grew up thinking John Winchester was one of the worst.
Sam thinks a lot, because his limbs are broken and useless and escape not an option. Not on his own. All he can do is wait for Dean to come and save him.
He is pretty sure it were the Campbells who passed on the news on his survival.
-
In twenty-one days, Dean will find the ones who took his brother. In twenty-three days, the last of them will be dead. Their deaths will be too quick and the silence they leave in their wake will do nothing to fill the emptiness inside him with anything that makes sense.
-
The area they took Sam to is outside the city, in the middle of nowhere. He can tell because they never bother to silence his screams during the early days when screaming is still possible. They don’t even bother to keep him inside. Instead, they leave him outside all the time, drag his broken, dehydrated body across the yard behind their car, and once they place his right arm on a bed of pebbles and drive the car over it.
While they never speak to him directly, they like to discuss what to do to him next where Sam can hear it. The reality of their cruelty is always worse than what his imagination promised.
It’s never as bad as what his memory whispers.
The sun is merciless in her own way, and a lot hotter than it should be. In his clearer moments, Sam is aware that he has been taken a long way. He knows that Dean might not find him here.
In his less aware moments, the air smells of sulphur.
-
In fifteen days, Dean will build a pyre in the woods.
-
They dress Sam’s wounds, but the bandages are dirty and only serve to keep him from bleeding out too quickly. He’s given water , but barely enough to stay alive. Sam knows he isn’t supposed to survive this, has known from the beginning because they never bothered to wear masks.
They never mention Dean, seem entirely unafraid of him. Sam knows they didn’t kill him - if they had, they would have told him. From this simple fact he can tell that they don’t know Dean is even alive. They got heir information about the death of the Winchester brothers from Roy and Walt then, and learned about Sam’s return from one of his cousins before his brother re-entered the picture. There is some comfort in that. They won’t go after Dean, then, when Sam is gone.
Every hope he might have had for rescue has left a century ago. Sam is almost blind now and every breath tastes like blood. He knows he’s dying, and even Dean couldn’t change that now.
Sam doesn’t want to survive anymore. He wants the pain to end, wants to get away before the screams of hell and the whispers of the devil become so loud he can’t even hear the flies anymore.
He would like see Dean again, though. One last time, before.
-
In fourteen days, Dean will have driven around with Sam in the backseat of his car for two days, going nowhere. He will be aware that that’s risky, that anyone could see, but he won’t be able to bring himself to put Sam into the trunk. He’ll keep driving because he’s running from the finality of what he has to do.
-
By the time they rape Sam for the first time, he’s so far gone that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All his limbs are broken, his skin is shredded and burned and his nails torn off. His entrails have been kicked to bloody paste that crawls up his throat. In the face of that, the sexual violation is just another source of pain, barely worth notice. Much worse is the way their voices chance to something else, and how the stink of sulphur mingles with the stench of blood, gall and ammoniac. Sam is standing at the edge of an endlessly back pit, and the hands clawing at him have long since stopped being human.
When the pit swallows the last of him, Sam forgets where he is and what is being done to him.
It isn’t a blessing.
-
In twelve days, Sam will die. Dean will find him half an hour later.
June 24, 2011
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Dean, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: torture, rape (non-graphic), death
Spoilers: season 6
Words: 1,167
Summary: There are still hunters out there who don't like Sam very much.
They get Sam when he’s on the way back from interviewing a witness, and he never learns how they found him or got the idea of looking for him in the first place. As far as the rest of the hunting world is concerned, he’s dead. He’s been killed two years ago by Roy and Walt who have never been able to shut up about anything - and for those who knew better (sort of - he has been killed, after all) he has jumped into hell not long after that, never to be seen again.
But here he is, lying on hard, rough asphalt that scraped the skin off his flesh until it was raw and bleeding when they dragged him to this place, and these men are hunters, no doubt. They reveal as much in the conversations he overhears. Whenever they talk about Sam they laugh, or at least snicker.
Sam doesn’t even know them.
-
In twenty-five days, Dean will drive the impala off a cliff. It won’t be a conscious decision, if only because no conscious decision has to be made. He’ll just drive until he sees a convenient curve and step down on the accelerator with his hands firmly on the wheel and his eyes set on the point he’s aiming for. Seconds after he noticed the spot, he will break through the guard rail and fall two hundred and fifty feet with nothing in his heart but the uncertain hope that there will be something more than water and darkness waiting from him at the end of the fall.
-
They never talk to Sam, only about him. Sam quickly gives up trying to talk to them when every word he says is met with casual punches, and in once case with a chain wrapped around his left arm from shoulder to wrist and pulled tight until the bone snaps again and again. He shuts up after that, except for screams. They don’t mind the screams - they make them happy.
Sam knows this isn’t about revenge, or even justice. Justice is an excuse, but not one that withstands closer observation. Some hunters are sick bastards.
It makes Sam think of his dad a lot, when they take a break and leave him alone to dry out in the summer heat, assaulted by the flies that crawl into his wounds. Dad tried to protect his sons from those who went into hunting for a reason and stayed for bloodshed without consequences. As a result, Sam and Dean only met guys like Bobby, Jim or Caleb and Sam grew up thinking John Winchester was one of the worst.
Sam thinks a lot, because his limbs are broken and useless and escape not an option. Not on his own. All he can do is wait for Dean to come and save him.
He is pretty sure it were the Campbells who passed on the news on his survival.
-
In twenty-one days, Dean will find the ones who took his brother. In twenty-three days, the last of them will be dead. Their deaths will be too quick and the silence they leave in their wake will do nothing to fill the emptiness inside him with anything that makes sense.
-
The area they took Sam to is outside the city, in the middle of nowhere. He can tell because they never bother to silence his screams during the early days when screaming is still possible. They don’t even bother to keep him inside. Instead, they leave him outside all the time, drag his broken, dehydrated body across the yard behind their car, and once they place his right arm on a bed of pebbles and drive the car over it.
While they never speak to him directly, they like to discuss what to do to him next where Sam can hear it. The reality of their cruelty is always worse than what his imagination promised.
It’s never as bad as what his memory whispers.
The sun is merciless in her own way, and a lot hotter than it should be. In his clearer moments, Sam is aware that he has been taken a long way. He knows that Dean might not find him here.
In his less aware moments, the air smells of sulphur.
-
In fifteen days, Dean will build a pyre in the woods.
-
They dress Sam’s wounds, but the bandages are dirty and only serve to keep him from bleeding out too quickly. He’s given water , but barely enough to stay alive. Sam knows he isn’t supposed to survive this, has known from the beginning because they never bothered to wear masks.
They never mention Dean, seem entirely unafraid of him. Sam knows they didn’t kill him - if they had, they would have told him. From this simple fact he can tell that they don’t know Dean is even alive. They got heir information about the death of the Winchester brothers from Roy and Walt then, and learned about Sam’s return from one of his cousins before his brother re-entered the picture. There is some comfort in that. They won’t go after Dean, then, when Sam is gone.
Every hope he might have had for rescue has left a century ago. Sam is almost blind now and every breath tastes like blood. He knows he’s dying, and even Dean couldn’t change that now.
Sam doesn’t want to survive anymore. He wants the pain to end, wants to get away before the screams of hell and the whispers of the devil become so loud he can’t even hear the flies anymore.
He would like see Dean again, though. One last time, before.
-
In fourteen days, Dean will have driven around with Sam in the backseat of his car for two days, going nowhere. He will be aware that that’s risky, that anyone could see, but he won’t be able to bring himself to put Sam into the trunk. He’ll keep driving because he’s running from the finality of what he has to do.
-
By the time they rape Sam for the first time, he’s so far gone that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All his limbs are broken, his skin is shredded and burned and his nails torn off. His entrails have been kicked to bloody paste that crawls up his throat. In the face of that, the sexual violation is just another source of pain, barely worth notice. Much worse is the way their voices chance to something else, and how the stink of sulphur mingles with the stench of blood, gall and ammoniac. Sam is standing at the edge of an endlessly back pit, and the hands clawing at him have long since stopped being human.
When the pit swallows the last of him, Sam forgets where he is and what is being done to him.
It isn’t a blessing.
-
In twelve days, Sam will die. Dean will find him half an hour later.
June 24, 2011