Bedazzled - Sam's 5th Wish
Title: Bedazzled - Organization Post for other scenes
Author: goth_huntress
Movie Adapted: Bedazzled
Genre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean
Rating: R (just in case)
Scene: 5/8
Word Count: 1184
Warnings: Dean swears - a lot - and there'll probably be some sex at some point.
Notes/Credits: Takes place 10 days after Dean's year is up.
Created for reel_spn
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.
“You know man,” Dean looked up at Sam from the battered sofa. Stuffing was sticking out from torn and worn cushions, while Dean’s gut spread over the waistband of his jeans. He looked to be at least five hundred pounds. “You’d feel much better if you just relaxed. Why don’t you have a seat, and just watch the game with me?”
“Watch the game? Dean look at you,” Sam scrubbed at his face. “You’re fat and lazy. You’re never fat and lazy. What are you a sloth?”
“Well actually,” the image of the badly groomed couch potato smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m supposed to be. Didn’t you catch on yet? First it was lust, then gluttony, greed in the bank vault, and now it’s all about the sloth. Just think if you blow the next wish too, you’ll get to see me do wrath. But then you’re used to that one. It is my favorite sin.”
“Dean, this just isn’t working. The wishes aren’t working,” Sam tried to find a place to sit down next to Dean, but there just wasn’t any space left on the sofa. “I keep making mistakes. At this rate, I should just wish I’d never been born.”
“You shouldn’t have said that Sammy.”
***
A blast of hot air nearly blew Sam from his feet. It stank, tasting of rank dog breath and rotting meat, but it was over shadowed by the reek of sulfur. He wiped at his eyes, brushing his long bangs out of his eyes. He was on the street in Lawrence Kansas, a town he hadn’t spent a lot of time in, but it was where it all began. Where he’d been born, and the yellow eyed demon had killed him mother putting his family on the road to hell.
He was one of only a handful of people on the street. The buildings looked blasted by sand and fire. Skeletons of structures towered over the debris covered streets like vultures. “What happened here?” San asked running toward a man covered in rags. The man tried to run away, but Sam’s legs were longer and stronger than his. “What happened!”
“Don’t hurt me!” the man screamed his eyes wide and heavy scars ran down his cheeks. “Let me go!”
Sam let him go, suddenly totally alone on the street except for one figure dressed in red. “You, I was wondering where you were.”
“With a wish like this, you’ll need a guide,” the Devil said. Dressed in a somber red robe that covered her lush body, she slipped her arm through Sam’s. “Let me show you what happened to your world without you in it.”
“But it shouldn’t be like this,” Sam kept repeating as the Devil took him down the deserted streets. Sam stepped around a burned out car, and cringed when he saw the skull of the driver on the dashboard while his corpse’s fingers still held onto the wheel. “The demon wouldn’t have killed my mother. Dean and my dad should have been happy.”
“You’d think so wouldn’t you?” she said with a shrug. “But without you, there was no one to stop my little pet from turning this world into hell on earth, and Sammy I don’t mind telling you this is not what I had in mind either. I like earth. I like humans. I like them to be tempted, sure I like getting an innocent soul from time to time. But this?” She held her arms out and turned in a slow circle. “This is just overkill.”
“Where’s my family?” Sam asked although he really didn’t want to know. “Where’s Dean?”
“I’ll show you, but you won’t like what you see. Are you sure? You can just dial your way out of here before you see.”
“Thanks for caring, but I have to see.” He shoved past her, ignoring her attempt to take his hand, and started running for the house he’d one lived in. The house wasn’t there anymore; just a crater filled with twisted timbers and melted plumbing. “Dean!”
“I told you,” the Devil said as she walked across the charred earth to Sam’s side. “I’ll take you to Dean. Hold on tight.”
***
“Vegas? Dean’s in Vegas?” Sam recognized the swaggering step of his brother from clear across the parking lot. He was standing in front of what had once been the Luxor hotel, the great pyramid was now covered with arcane markings and a bright red fire burned from the apex. Sam shivered at the oppressive feeling of evil that permeated the air.
“Don’t bother shouting for him. He can’t see you. I thought it would be better that way,” the Devil said as she started walking toward the entry to the pyramid. Her red robes had changed to a sequined showgirl costume with broad antlers like a dear’s instead of a feathered headdress on top of her head. “He wouldn’t know who you were anyway. You were never born here.”
Dean sauntered through the lobby with a high powered rifle slung over his shoulder. As he walked by, pretty girls and boys in chains bowed before him. He paused putting his hand under the chin of one of the girls. “I’ll take this one. Bring her to my rooms.”
“Dean,” Sam said even though he’d been told that his brother couldn’t hear him.
“Yes sir,” the man who held the slave chains said. “I’ll have her bathed first.”
“Don’t bother,” Dean said turning to look over his shoulder, giving Sam a good look at his eyes. They were red; burning like the flames that shot from the top of the pyramid, and when Dean smiled Sam could see fangs behind his lips. “She won’t stay clean long enough for you to go to the effort.”
“That’s my boy.” Sam recognized the voice, and saw the yellow eyed demon gripping Dean’s shoulder. The body he was wearing was huge, with skin the color of dark chocolate. “Did you have a good day hunting?”
“Yes sir,” Dean said with a toothy grin that made Sam shiver to the bone. “I found a group of resistance fighters on the east side of town. We burned them out, and I personally shot their leader in the head. But not until after we fed on their children.”
“Good,” the demon chuckled. “Take the rest of the night off, Dean. You’ve done good work.”
“Dean, oh god Dean,” Sam couldn’t fight the tears any longer. “The demon took him.”
“Well darling, I wanted him. Didn’t it ever occur to you that he’d want Dean too? He’s a good little soldier, and he likes to kill. It really was inevitable that without you to protect that he’d take the easy way out.” The Devil had moved to sit on the edge of what had once been the concierge desk. “So are you happy with your wish? Or are we having another do over? You only have two wishes left you know.”
“I know,” Sam said as he pulled out the pager. He didn’t even have to look as he dialed 666.
Author: goth_huntress
Movie Adapted: Bedazzled
Genre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean
Rating: R (just in case)
Scene: 5/8
Word Count: 1184
Warnings: Dean swears - a lot - and there'll probably be some sex at some point.
Notes/Credits: Takes place 10 days after Dean's year is up.
Created for reel_spn
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.
“You know man,” Dean looked up at Sam from the battered sofa. Stuffing was sticking out from torn and worn cushions, while Dean’s gut spread over the waistband of his jeans. He looked to be at least five hundred pounds. “You’d feel much better if you just relaxed. Why don’t you have a seat, and just watch the game with me?”
“Watch the game? Dean look at you,” Sam scrubbed at his face. “You’re fat and lazy. You’re never fat and lazy. What are you a sloth?”
“Well actually,” the image of the badly groomed couch potato smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m supposed to be. Didn’t you catch on yet? First it was lust, then gluttony, greed in the bank vault, and now it’s all about the sloth. Just think if you blow the next wish too, you’ll get to see me do wrath. But then you’re used to that one. It is my favorite sin.”
“Dean, this just isn’t working. The wishes aren’t working,” Sam tried to find a place to sit down next to Dean, but there just wasn’t any space left on the sofa. “I keep making mistakes. At this rate, I should just wish I’d never been born.”
“You shouldn’t have said that Sammy.”
***
A blast of hot air nearly blew Sam from his feet. It stank, tasting of rank dog breath and rotting meat, but it was over shadowed by the reek of sulfur. He wiped at his eyes, brushing his long bangs out of his eyes. He was on the street in Lawrence Kansas, a town he hadn’t spent a lot of time in, but it was where it all began. Where he’d been born, and the yellow eyed demon had killed him mother putting his family on the road to hell.
He was one of only a handful of people on the street. The buildings looked blasted by sand and fire. Skeletons of structures towered over the debris covered streets like vultures. “What happened here?” San asked running toward a man covered in rags. The man tried to run away, but Sam’s legs were longer and stronger than his. “What happened!”
“Don’t hurt me!” the man screamed his eyes wide and heavy scars ran down his cheeks. “Let me go!”
Sam let him go, suddenly totally alone on the street except for one figure dressed in red. “You, I was wondering where you were.”
“With a wish like this, you’ll need a guide,” the Devil said. Dressed in a somber red robe that covered her lush body, she slipped her arm through Sam’s. “Let me show you what happened to your world without you in it.”
“But it shouldn’t be like this,” Sam kept repeating as the Devil took him down the deserted streets. Sam stepped around a burned out car, and cringed when he saw the skull of the driver on the dashboard while his corpse’s fingers still held onto the wheel. “The demon wouldn’t have killed my mother. Dean and my dad should have been happy.”
“You’d think so wouldn’t you?” she said with a shrug. “But without you, there was no one to stop my little pet from turning this world into hell on earth, and Sammy I don’t mind telling you this is not what I had in mind either. I like earth. I like humans. I like them to be tempted, sure I like getting an innocent soul from time to time. But this?” She held her arms out and turned in a slow circle. “This is just overkill.”
“Where’s my family?” Sam asked although he really didn’t want to know. “Where’s Dean?”
“I’ll show you, but you won’t like what you see. Are you sure? You can just dial your way out of here before you see.”
“Thanks for caring, but I have to see.” He shoved past her, ignoring her attempt to take his hand, and started running for the house he’d one lived in. The house wasn’t there anymore; just a crater filled with twisted timbers and melted plumbing. “Dean!”
“I told you,” the Devil said as she walked across the charred earth to Sam’s side. “I’ll take you to Dean. Hold on tight.”
***
“Vegas? Dean’s in Vegas?” Sam recognized the swaggering step of his brother from clear across the parking lot. He was standing in front of what had once been the Luxor hotel, the great pyramid was now covered with arcane markings and a bright red fire burned from the apex. Sam shivered at the oppressive feeling of evil that permeated the air.
“Don’t bother shouting for him. He can’t see you. I thought it would be better that way,” the Devil said as she started walking toward the entry to the pyramid. Her red robes had changed to a sequined showgirl costume with broad antlers like a dear’s instead of a feathered headdress on top of her head. “He wouldn’t know who you were anyway. You were never born here.”
Dean sauntered through the lobby with a high powered rifle slung over his shoulder. As he walked by, pretty girls and boys in chains bowed before him. He paused putting his hand under the chin of one of the girls. “I’ll take this one. Bring her to my rooms.”
“Dean,” Sam said even though he’d been told that his brother couldn’t hear him.
“Yes sir,” the man who held the slave chains said. “I’ll have her bathed first.”
“Don’t bother,” Dean said turning to look over his shoulder, giving Sam a good look at his eyes. They were red; burning like the flames that shot from the top of the pyramid, and when Dean smiled Sam could see fangs behind his lips. “She won’t stay clean long enough for you to go to the effort.”
“That’s my boy.” Sam recognized the voice, and saw the yellow eyed demon gripping Dean’s shoulder. The body he was wearing was huge, with skin the color of dark chocolate. “Did you have a good day hunting?”
“Yes sir,” Dean said with a toothy grin that made Sam shiver to the bone. “I found a group of resistance fighters on the east side of town. We burned them out, and I personally shot their leader in the head. But not until after we fed on their children.”
“Good,” the demon chuckled. “Take the rest of the night off, Dean. You’ve done good work.”
“Dean, oh god Dean,” Sam couldn’t fight the tears any longer. “The demon took him.”
“Well darling, I wanted him. Didn’t it ever occur to you that he’d want Dean too? He’s a good little soldier, and he likes to kill. It really was inevitable that without you to protect that he’d take the easy way out.” The Devil had moved to sit on the edge of what had once been the concierge desk. “So are you happy with your wish? Or are we having another do over? You only have two wishes left you know.”
“I know,” Sam said as he pulled out the pager. He didn’t even have to look as he dialed 666.