Fic: The Way Things Were 3/?
Title: The Way Things Were 3/?
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I'm not making any money off this. Don't sue.
Summary: The war is over, and the Demons have won. Sammy's in hiding, and Dean's determined to find him, and bring him back where he belongs. On their side.
AN: I promised you evil!Dean. Thought I should probably deliver.
Previous parts: http://auryn-wren.livejournal.com/tag/the+way+things+were
December, 2010
The doctors were completely baffled by their patient. A John Doe at first, he had been found by police on the side of the road, naked and looking like he’d gone through Hell. He’d been beaten, that much was clear, but although the lack of clothes suggested it, there was no sign of sexual assault. The police had thought he was a mugging victim at first, and were anxious for him to wake up so they could ask him questions.
The coma he was in made that impossible.
It was only a month later that the monsters took over the world. For some odd reason one which no human could understand, every single hospital in the world seemed to be a no-go zone for the demons. Doctors, nurses and patients seemed to be the only people who were safe - so much to the point that there were demons guarding the hospitals, protecting them from everything.
In the summer of 2011, the hospital received an anonymous package including clothes and other toiletries, addressed to ‘the man in bed 917’. When the nurses looked, their mystery man was the patient in bed 917. The package included books and other things, presumably for when he woke up - if he woke up - but no clue on the man’s real identity.
He was still their John Doe.
A month after the package arrived, their John Doe woke up.
***
August, 2012
Dean sat in silence after Zack finished speaking, allowing the words to sink in. Sam had been through more than he’d thought.
“Missouri’s dead,” he said finally, bluntly, startling Zack. He never looked at the younger man, knowing he couldn’t pull off grief if he was looking at him. “She told me to go, said she could handle them. I should have stayed.”
Zack felt sick. Missouri was their protection, what kept them hidden. Now that she was gone… He glanced at the clock, noting the time absently, and began moving, pouring juice and setting out biscuits, as if on auto-pilot. Dean watched him silently. After placing the food on the bench, Zack sat back down.
“I’m taking Sammy with me when I leave tonight, Zack,” Dean said after a minute. “I can take you and the kids too, if you want to come. Or I can send you to an old friend of mine; he’ll be able to look after you,” he offered
Zack shook his head. “I have to stay here, in case Rebecca…” he trailed off, remembering Dean didn’t know what had happened to his sister. “My sister, you remember her?”
Dean smiled, “Yeah, blonde, gorgeous, friends with Sammy. What’s not to like?” he remarked.
Zack gave a ghost of a grin. “When they first came,” there was no question who they were, “they took people, young kids, teenagers mainly. Some older ones. They took them as slaves. They took her.”
Dean nodded. He knew what Zack was talking about. The demons taking human slaves. Most of them died quickly, thankfully. Those who didn’t normally wished they had. The ones who were treated with anything resembling care were normally personal slaves, with everything the title implied. Rumors were anyone connected with the Winchesters who were taken were taken as personal slaves, given to someone rough to be broken.
If Rebecca was still alive, it was doubtful she was still sane. Her demon masters wouldn’t have allowed it.
“I understand, man,” Dean said. He was about to say something else, but the door opened. Dean automatically went for the knife he always had hidden on him, relaxing slightly when he saw it was just two boys entering.
Two teenage boys who looked very familiar.
“No problems getting home?” Zack asked, gesturing to the snacks he’d left on the bench. The younger boy grinned, grabbing his share and nodding his thanks. He darted off to the lounge room, where seconds later the sound of a TV was heard.
The older boy was calmer. “Everything was fine on the way home, Zack,” he said, picking up his glass and the plate and bringing them to the table. He eyed Dean, but didn’t say anything, waiting for an official introduction.
Smart boy, Dean thought.
“Michael, this is Dean-” Zack began to introduce, but Michael cut him off.
“Sam’s brother.”
“Hey kid,” Dean nodded at him.
“Don’t call me a kid, I’m eighteen,” Michael said, glaring.
Dean laughed, “You’ve still got that attitude, dude,” he said with approval. “It’s good to see you safe, Michael.” Dean turned to Zack, “I really need to use the bathroom, man. Directions?” he asked.
“Sure. It’s down that hall and through-” he cut off, staring into space for a second, before coming back to himself with a small jump. “On second thoughts, Michael, can you show him where it is?”
Michael frowned, but stood, glancing between Dean and Zack. “Sure,” he said.
Dean stood too, following Michael out into a hallway.
“The bathroom’s just down here, Dean,” Michael said, pointing. He stopped to let Dean walk past him, but Dean stopped too.
“How long have you been here, Michael?” Dean asked. His voice was soft, but there was a steel tone underneath it.
“A year, give or take,” Michael said.
“And Sammy?” Dean continued, “How long has my brother been here?”
“A-about six months,” Michael stammered as Dean crowded him into the wall. The hunter’s voice had dropped again, coming out in a murmur.
“So, if you’ve been here the entire time Sam’s been here, why did I have to kill Missouri to find out where he was?”
“You killed…. Missouri’s dead? You killed her?” shock and confusion coloured Michael’s voice.
“Why didn’t you tell me Sam had been found?”
“I did!” Michael protested. “I sent a message!”
“Are you lying to me?” Dean asked. Michael shook his head frantically. “You came to me. You promised me service if I got Asher out of that whorehouse,” Dean reminded him, “I can think of a few demons who were pretty upset they didn’t get any quality time with your brother. I got Asher out of there; I can put him back just as quickly. Remember that next time you try to hide something from me.”
Michael nodded, his eyes wide. Dean pulled back.
“Get your gear packed. Asher’s too. We’re leaving soon.”
TBC
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I'm not making any money off this. Don't sue.
Summary: The war is over, and the Demons have won. Sammy's in hiding, and Dean's determined to find him, and bring him back where he belongs. On their side.
AN: I promised you evil!Dean. Thought I should probably deliver.
Previous parts: http://auryn-wren.livejournal.com/tag/the+way+things+were
December, 2010
The doctors were completely baffled by their patient. A John Doe at first, he had been found by police on the side of the road, naked and looking like he’d gone through Hell. He’d been beaten, that much was clear, but although the lack of clothes suggested it, there was no sign of sexual assault. The police had thought he was a mugging victim at first, and were anxious for him to wake up so they could ask him questions.
The coma he was in made that impossible.
It was only a month later that the monsters took over the world. For some odd reason one which no human could understand, every single hospital in the world seemed to be a no-go zone for the demons. Doctors, nurses and patients seemed to be the only people who were safe - so much to the point that there were demons guarding the hospitals, protecting them from everything.
In the summer of 2011, the hospital received an anonymous package including clothes and other toiletries, addressed to ‘the man in bed 917’. When the nurses looked, their mystery man was the patient in bed 917. The package included books and other things, presumably for when he woke up - if he woke up - but no clue on the man’s real identity.
He was still their John Doe.
A month after the package arrived, their John Doe woke up.
***
August, 2012
Dean sat in silence after Zack finished speaking, allowing the words to sink in. Sam had been through more than he’d thought.
“Missouri’s dead,” he said finally, bluntly, startling Zack. He never looked at the younger man, knowing he couldn’t pull off grief if he was looking at him. “She told me to go, said she could handle them. I should have stayed.”
Zack felt sick. Missouri was their protection, what kept them hidden. Now that she was gone… He glanced at the clock, noting the time absently, and began moving, pouring juice and setting out biscuits, as if on auto-pilot. Dean watched him silently. After placing the food on the bench, Zack sat back down.
“I’m taking Sammy with me when I leave tonight, Zack,” Dean said after a minute. “I can take you and the kids too, if you want to come. Or I can send you to an old friend of mine; he’ll be able to look after you,” he offered
Zack shook his head. “I have to stay here, in case Rebecca…” he trailed off, remembering Dean didn’t know what had happened to his sister. “My sister, you remember her?”
Dean smiled, “Yeah, blonde, gorgeous, friends with Sammy. What’s not to like?” he remarked.
Zack gave a ghost of a grin. “When they first came,” there was no question who they were, “they took people, young kids, teenagers mainly. Some older ones. They took them as slaves. They took her.”
Dean nodded. He knew what Zack was talking about. The demons taking human slaves. Most of them died quickly, thankfully. Those who didn’t normally wished they had. The ones who were treated with anything resembling care were normally personal slaves, with everything the title implied. Rumors were anyone connected with the Winchesters who were taken were taken as personal slaves, given to someone rough to be broken.
If Rebecca was still alive, it was doubtful she was still sane. Her demon masters wouldn’t have allowed it.
“I understand, man,” Dean said. He was about to say something else, but the door opened. Dean automatically went for the knife he always had hidden on him, relaxing slightly when he saw it was just two boys entering.
Two teenage boys who looked very familiar.
“No problems getting home?” Zack asked, gesturing to the snacks he’d left on the bench. The younger boy grinned, grabbing his share and nodding his thanks. He darted off to the lounge room, where seconds later the sound of a TV was heard.
The older boy was calmer. “Everything was fine on the way home, Zack,” he said, picking up his glass and the plate and bringing them to the table. He eyed Dean, but didn’t say anything, waiting for an official introduction.
Smart boy, Dean thought.
“Michael, this is Dean-” Zack began to introduce, but Michael cut him off.
“Sam’s brother.”
“Hey kid,” Dean nodded at him.
“Don’t call me a kid, I’m eighteen,” Michael said, glaring.
Dean laughed, “You’ve still got that attitude, dude,” he said with approval. “It’s good to see you safe, Michael.” Dean turned to Zack, “I really need to use the bathroom, man. Directions?” he asked.
“Sure. It’s down that hall and through-” he cut off, staring into space for a second, before coming back to himself with a small jump. “On second thoughts, Michael, can you show him where it is?”
Michael frowned, but stood, glancing between Dean and Zack. “Sure,” he said.
Dean stood too, following Michael out into a hallway.
“The bathroom’s just down here, Dean,” Michael said, pointing. He stopped to let Dean walk past him, but Dean stopped too.
“How long have you been here, Michael?” Dean asked. His voice was soft, but there was a steel tone underneath it.
“A year, give or take,” Michael said.
“And Sammy?” Dean continued, “How long has my brother been here?”
“A-about six months,” Michael stammered as Dean crowded him into the wall. The hunter’s voice had dropped again, coming out in a murmur.
“So, if you’ve been here the entire time Sam’s been here, why did I have to kill Missouri to find out where he was?”
“You killed…. Missouri’s dead? You killed her?” shock and confusion coloured Michael’s voice.
“Why didn’t you tell me Sam had been found?”
“I did!” Michael protested. “I sent a message!”
“Are you lying to me?” Dean asked. Michael shook his head frantically. “You came to me. You promised me service if I got Asher out of that whorehouse,” Dean reminded him, “I can think of a few demons who were pretty upset they didn’t get any quality time with your brother. I got Asher out of there; I can put him back just as quickly. Remember that next time you try to hide something from me.”
Michael nodded, his eyes wide. Dean pulled back.
“Get your gear packed. Asher’s too. We’re leaving soon.”
TBC