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Title: He's No You
Prompt: 039 - body
Character/Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy, Sam Winchester, mentions of Dean.
Word Count: 1052
Rating: T
Warnings: Hurt!Leon, wincest themes if you squint.
Summary: A patching-up and an offer.
Note: Leon's PB will always be Dawson's Creek!Jensen Ackles. Set between S3 & S4 of Supernatural and 3 years after after Resident Evil: Degeneration.
After a few minutes of convincing Leon that he’d explain and that he shouldn’t haul his ass to prison, Sam actually managed to get the agent out of the house and back to his motel room far before any of the local police caught on.
Of course, there was the aspect of the shoulder wound he gave Leon accidently. That was on the top of Sam’s to do list as soon as Leon had a seat on the end of the bed.
“Let me go grab the first aid kit,” Sam mumbled while going into the bathroom. Truthfully, he just didn’t want to be in the same room with the guy. He still looked so much like Dean and it hurt because then Sam would remember why Dean went to hell and the exact second that the hounds ripped into him. He took a moment to breathe and recompose himself before carrying the makeshift first aid kit that always got used when someone was hurt on a hunt.
Leon was still in the same spot, brown eyes watching carefully as Sam sat next to him. That was the only good thing - the man’s eyes weren’t like Dean. It made things a little better, but only slightly.
At the first moment of scissors, Leon held up a hand. “You’re not cutting my shirt, Sam.”
Sam stopped and watched as he pulled off his shirt carefully with one arm, the other staying still at his side as blood dripped down it. He did his best not to stare at Leon, but he’d found another difference - his body. Dean was never that muscular. Apparently, this guy probably worked out as much as he did. Sam had to mentally smack himself from the daze that was settling in and focused on the wound. He took a pair of tweezers from the little kit and made a face while he said, “This is gonna hurt probably.”
“Just do it,” he huffed, looking away as he leaned his hurt shoulder towards Sam. A look of remorse was on Sam’s face before he started using the tweezers carefully, pulling out the bits of the shotgun round from Leon’s shoulder. He thought to talk to him, maybe see if it would help him manage the pain better but…he actually seemed fine. Leaning forward though had him seeing the agent clamping down on his lower lip with a pained expression.
He cleared his throat, noticing he was almost done with it all and said, “When I burned that book, the thing that I was shooting at was killed. No one else’ll get hurt there. Ever.”
At first, Leon only grumbled; but Sam then noticed the grumble had words mixed in. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because…I put the spirit to rest,” Sam told him, putting the tweezers down and picking up a bandage to cover the gape of a wound.
“And I guess there’s more of an explanation to that?” This time, Leon looked at Sam suspiciously.
“Yeah,” he said, trailing off as he carefully secured the bandage over the wound. “I kind of…take care of things like that. I’m not really with the FBI.” He got up, a somewhat guilty expression on his face and hoping to hell that Leon wouldn’t just arrest him on spot.
It really looked like he wasn’t about to do that though. Sam watched with crossed arms as Leon shifted on the bed, leaning forward slightly and looking at the floor. His hair fell into his face and he went silent. Sam was worried for a second, wondering what was really going through his head until he finally asked, “So that was a…ghost?” Leon glanced up and for a second, Sam thought it looked like he believed him.
Sam gave him a careful nod, still watching his reactions. He didn’t tense up or seem like he was going to freak out at all. He was just…calm, which was weird for Sam. He couldn’t name many people that he met on the road that didn’t freak-out at the mention of the supernatural being real. He cleared his throat and asked, “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” He looked up at him again, an almost knowing look on his face. “I believe you. As much as I don’t want to, I do. I’ve already seen a lot of crazy things like that in my life.”
“Like what?” Now he was just flat out curious.
A moment passed as if Leon was thinking and he went on to say, “Zombies. Monsters that have mutated from a virus. I can’t specifically say what though…”
Eyes widened and Sam almost brightened at this. Leon may not be Dean, but he sure as hell might’ve just been. And he wasn’t looking for a replacement to his brother, no; but the man could fill the gap maybe. Just for a little while until he got him back or avenged his name. Plus, Sam could honestly say he was lonely on the road. Ruby came and went when she pleased and lately it was more going. “Do you think... Do you think maybe you’d want to help me out on a case? Just one.”
“Hunting ghosts, you mean?”
“Yeah. It’s a lot easier with a partner and I…lost mine.” His eyes went to the floor as he flashed back to Dean’s death again.
“Only one,” Leon said. “I’m on call though around the clock should there be some sort of outbreak and I’ll be gone at the drop of a hat.”
…He didn’t expect him to say yes so fast. Sam looked up, a little surprised with the agent and smiled faintly. “Of course.” Hazel eyes looked over Leon’s body again though and he found himself just a small bit flustered. “Uh, you want a shirt to borrow?” Seeing Leon nod had Sam turned around and digging through his bag in a flash; only to toss a clean button down his way. What he didn’t tell Leon though was that the button down belonged to Dean once. Sam only had it because he kept most of Dean’s things in the trunk of the Impala and needed another when his ripped when he tangled with a werewolf.
Shirt on and buttoned, Leon got to his feet with an expectant expression. “So, where do we start?”
Prompt: 039 - body
Character/Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy, Sam Winchester, mentions of Dean.
Word Count: 1052
Rating: T
Warnings: Hurt!Leon, wincest themes if you squint.
Summary: A patching-up and an offer.
Note: Leon's PB will always be Dawson's Creek!Jensen Ackles. Set between S3 & S4 of Supernatural and 3 years after after Resident Evil: Degeneration.
After a few minutes of convincing Leon that he’d explain and that he shouldn’t haul his ass to prison, Sam actually managed to get the agent out of the house and back to his motel room far before any of the local police caught on.
Of course, there was the aspect of the shoulder wound he gave Leon accidently. That was on the top of Sam’s to do list as soon as Leon had a seat on the end of the bed.
“Let me go grab the first aid kit,” Sam mumbled while going into the bathroom. Truthfully, he just didn’t want to be in the same room with the guy. He still looked so much like Dean and it hurt because then Sam would remember why Dean went to hell and the exact second that the hounds ripped into him. He took a moment to breathe and recompose himself before carrying the makeshift first aid kit that always got used when someone was hurt on a hunt.
Leon was still in the same spot, brown eyes watching carefully as Sam sat next to him. That was the only good thing - the man’s eyes weren’t like Dean. It made things a little better, but only slightly.
At the first moment of scissors, Leon held up a hand. “You’re not cutting my shirt, Sam.”
Sam stopped and watched as he pulled off his shirt carefully with one arm, the other staying still at his side as blood dripped down it. He did his best not to stare at Leon, but he’d found another difference - his body. Dean was never that muscular. Apparently, this guy probably worked out as much as he did. Sam had to mentally smack himself from the daze that was settling in and focused on the wound. He took a pair of tweezers from the little kit and made a face while he said, “This is gonna hurt probably.”
“Just do it,” he huffed, looking away as he leaned his hurt shoulder towards Sam. A look of remorse was on Sam’s face before he started using the tweezers carefully, pulling out the bits of the shotgun round from Leon’s shoulder. He thought to talk to him, maybe see if it would help him manage the pain better but…he actually seemed fine. Leaning forward though had him seeing the agent clamping down on his lower lip with a pained expression.
He cleared his throat, noticing he was almost done with it all and said, “When I burned that book, the thing that I was shooting at was killed. No one else’ll get hurt there. Ever.”
At first, Leon only grumbled; but Sam then noticed the grumble had words mixed in. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because…I put the spirit to rest,” Sam told him, putting the tweezers down and picking up a bandage to cover the gape of a wound.
“And I guess there’s more of an explanation to that?” This time, Leon looked at Sam suspiciously.
“Yeah,” he said, trailing off as he carefully secured the bandage over the wound. “I kind of…take care of things like that. I’m not really with the FBI.” He got up, a somewhat guilty expression on his face and hoping to hell that Leon wouldn’t just arrest him on spot.
It really looked like he wasn’t about to do that though. Sam watched with crossed arms as Leon shifted on the bed, leaning forward slightly and looking at the floor. His hair fell into his face and he went silent. Sam was worried for a second, wondering what was really going through his head until he finally asked, “So that was a…ghost?” Leon glanced up and for a second, Sam thought it looked like he believed him.
Sam gave him a careful nod, still watching his reactions. He didn’t tense up or seem like he was going to freak out at all. He was just…calm, which was weird for Sam. He couldn’t name many people that he met on the road that didn’t freak-out at the mention of the supernatural being real. He cleared his throat and asked, “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” He looked up at him again, an almost knowing look on his face. “I believe you. As much as I don’t want to, I do. I’ve already seen a lot of crazy things like that in my life.”
“Like what?” Now he was just flat out curious.
A moment passed as if Leon was thinking and he went on to say, “Zombies. Monsters that have mutated from a virus. I can’t specifically say what though…”
Eyes widened and Sam almost brightened at this. Leon may not be Dean, but he sure as hell might’ve just been. And he wasn’t looking for a replacement to his brother, no; but the man could fill the gap maybe. Just for a little while until he got him back or avenged his name. Plus, Sam could honestly say he was lonely on the road. Ruby came and went when she pleased and lately it was more going. “Do you think... Do you think maybe you’d want to help me out on a case? Just one.”
“Hunting ghosts, you mean?”
“Yeah. It’s a lot easier with a partner and I…lost mine.” His eyes went to the floor as he flashed back to Dean’s death again.
“Only one,” Leon said. “I’m on call though around the clock should there be some sort of outbreak and I’ll be gone at the drop of a hat.”
…He didn’t expect him to say yes so fast. Sam looked up, a little surprised with the agent and smiled faintly. “Of course.” Hazel eyes looked over Leon’s body again though and he found himself just a small bit flustered. “Uh, you want a shirt to borrow?” Seeing Leon nod had Sam turned around and digging through his bag in a flash; only to toss a clean button down his way. What he didn’t tell Leon though was that the button down belonged to Dean once. Sam only had it because he kept most of Dean’s things in the trunk of the Impala and needed another when his ripped when he tangled with a werewolf.
Shirt on and buttoned, Leon got to his feet with an expectant expression. “So, where do we start?”