Fix You- The Final Chapter
Title: Fix You
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: T (overall NC-17)
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Warnings: Drug use, Suicide Attempt, Wincest
Summary: Based on the song "Fix You" by Coldplay. At sixteen years old, Sam Winchester is turning to heroin to cope with his unrequitted love for his brother. Can Dean stop him before it's too late?
A/N: Happy New Year! And a giant thanks to my beta, kinkylittlered, and all of you who read it!
Masterpost
John Winchester had hearing above that of a normal human’s. He had to- his life often depended on it. He just wished as he lay upon his bed, pillow pressed roughly over his head, that he could block out the noises his sons were making in the other room.
He thought that the walls were thick enough, but evidently he was wrong. He also knew that Sam needed Dean right now, so he couldn’t say anything. It was better for the hunter to suffer in his own silence then to allow his sixteen year old son fall back on his drugs.
And while it was not part of his assignment, Castiel, once he realized what was happening, muted the eldest Winchester’s hearing, so as to spare him the screams of pleasure at the end.
The next morning, Dean trudged out of his and San’s room in nothing but a pair of loose fitting, grey sweatpants. His father had already left and brought back doughnuts and coffee from the local supermarket, and was sitting at the table with some. He looked tired, and Dean instantly felt guilty. No doubt, it was too loud for him to get any decent rest the night before.
“Where’s Sam?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Still sleeping. I figured I’d let him get up when he wants.”
“Well, I’m leaving as soon as I finish; I found a hunt about an hour away. Probably a poltergeist. I’ll be gone for a week, tops.” The whole time he spoke, he didn’t look at Dean once. He stared blankly ahead, unsettling his elder son.
“Alright, Dad. Do you want me to wake Sam up so you can say goodbye?” He ventured.
“No.” He near whispered. “Let him sleep.” With that, John took one final swig from his mug, grabbed his bag from beside the sofa, and left. He didn’t even say his customary “Watch out for Sammy.”
Dean sat down where his father had been, and set his head in his hands. Obviously, they still had some issues to work through.
When Sam finally got up, it was around noon. He dressed quickly, thinking over how grateful he was that Dean’s ‘distraction’ from the night before was enough to shake the cravings. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize until much later that he put on Dean’s clothes rather than his own. It didn’t really matter, though, because he was just as tall as his brother now, and he managed to find his own belt, which kept the pants on his overly narrow waist.
When he left their bedroom, fully clothed, he found his brother lying lazily across the sofa.
“Mornin’, Sammy.” He smiled hesitantly.
“What happened?” He asked in a flat tone. He knew that face- the one Dean made when something just wasn’t right between the three of them.
“Dad left on a hunt.”
“Yeah, he does that. What happened?” He asked again, trying to get to the root of the problem.
“He didn’t look at me. I mean, he always talks like that, saying only what he needs to, but he usually will at least say it to me, as opposed to at me. I think he’s still bothered by us, and we need to be quieter when he’s here.”
“Oh.” Sam mumbled, feeling rather melancholy for the both of them.
“Yeah, and he should be gone for a week, which in dad speak, means two.” Dean smiled then, sitting up and inviting Sam over with his eyes. Sam plopped down with him and wrapped his arms lazily around his brother’s middle.
“He’ll come around, but in the mean time, that gives us two weeks alone.” Sam smirked.
“Exactly.” Dean leaned over, and initiated a slow, open mouthed kiss.
John was driving on I-90, blaring Blue Öyster Cult through the speakers. Specifically, the song “Burning for You”. He openly scoffed at the lyrics “I’m living for giving the devil his dues”. He really hated what his sons would have to do.
But they had each other, right? Well, if he kept acting like a petulant child when Dean and Sam tried to do anything, they wouldn’t. If he knew anything, it was his boys. If he pushed them far enough, Dean would crack and end it all, and Sam would become bitter. It would drive a wedge between them. It would do everything that the angel warned him not to let happen.
So what if they were brothers? Sure, it was not the norm, but since when has their family been normal? Their nomadic lifestyle allowed them to deviate from the rules of society, and that was precisely what Dean and Sam were doing. They could be doing worse.
They always had each other before, and they’d have each other yet. And at the end of the day, nothing else matters. If they found love in each other, there was no way in hell that John Winchester would try to sabotage that. It’s what they needed, and they would have it.
They were both broken before, but mended each other; completing the other by coming together to be one.
Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you. -Coldplay