[domestic fucker family
Title: «domestic fucker family»
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, batshit!Dean, some really fucked up shit
Summary: Dean looks up at the stars, beer in his hand and waits for Anna Moore to die, and wonders idly when his Dad's gonna come home.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Title from Dir en Grey's song of the same name.
Notes: 'Nother one-shot in a 'verse.
«domestic fucker family»
He drinks from a can of Bud as Anna Moore struggles to keep breathing. He can hear her near primal sobs struggling to leave her chest, but he just gazes at the stars on the roof of a crappy Midwest hotel and wonders when Dad's gonna come home. He turns the knife idly in his fifteen year old hands, makes a note to dip it in bleach after he cleans it.
She dies two minutes later.
-
"C'mon," he takes Aaron Beagle's hand, leads him away from the party. Aaron laughs and lets Dean take it. They're both sixteen, both know what they want.
Aaron wants sex.
Dean wants to slit his throat.
-
Sammy grips his wrist gently, brings his ice-cold forehead to Dean's warm one.
can i...?
"Sure," whispers Dean hoarsely, throat parched.
He watches as Sammy reaches into John's chest cavity and pulls out his heart. He doesn't blink as Sammy bites into it, moaning.
-
"Why do you need them Sammy?"
He stops sucking the blood from his brother's finger.
so i can be with you
-
He loves sharing his kills with Sammy.
He wonders if Preacher knows where some of the organs go.
-
All he wants to do is see his face.
(sammy says not to, he doesn't want dean to leave him all alone)
In Louisiana, he knew he was tracking him.
(he promises sammy he'll be fine, promises him to be back)
He willingly entered the confessional and grinned when the divider slid back.
(sammy nods and says if not, he'll come back, get dean)
"Hello, my child," he shifts nervously in the booth, tugs at the high collar. Dean knows he's got a gun somewhere.
"Evening, Preacher," he flashes a feral grin. "Come to arrest me?"
-
He slams her skull against the pavement.
CRACK.
Thinks of his mother burning on the ceiling.
CRACK.
Remembers his father, holding him back from running in the house to save Sammy.
CRACK.
Chokes back tears at the memory of him lying, saying that he didn't hear Sammy's wails, even from the front lawn.
CRACK.
Hears the sound of his mother hitting the ceiling, of his father being thrown back into the wall, unbelieving.
CRACK.
Smells burning flesh, burning wood, burningburningburning.
CRACK.
CRACK.
CRACK.
Then he feels fingers, baby soft fingers, detaching his own from the girl's mangled piece of flesh.
Finger's he's never forgotten.
He gasps out:
"Sammy?"
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