Fic: For Him, We Will - SPN, R, Angst, AU, Dark, Drama, Gen, Sam, Cas, & Dean
I have been kind of feeling like burning the world these past few days and then I thought, "Hey, I have a fic for that!" So here is a little something I wrote back like halfway through S5 of SPN, wherein things go a bit differently with Dean's answer to Michael, and Sam and Cas lose their sanity over it all. Rated R, Dark Themes, Death, Suicide, Violence. Also, note that this was 667 words long, so I cut a word, just so it would be 666. Yep. Enjoy!
Title: For Him, We Will
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: Supernatural
Category: Angst, Altered Reality, Dark-Fic, Drama, General
Characters/Pairing: Castiel, Sam & Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Suicide, Dark Themes.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sam and Castiel can’t handle Dean’s death. They take revenge, in the worst way.
Word Count: 666 words.
Date Written: 03/15/2010
Disclaimer: “Supernatural” belongs to Eric Kripke and The CW. Not me. This story, however, is all mine. I make no money off of this.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: I like to kill characters, then make other characters go crazyevilbad over it. I also like Angel-Angst. A lot. Plus, am loving the new thread on Show about Sam and Castiel’s friendship. And, I just started a re-watch of Season Three and am laced with Dean’s complete non-understanding of what his death is really going to do to Sam. He so doesn’t get it. Plus, then, because I’m always, always thinking about Castiel - what would Dean’s death do to Castiel? Also, Fire and World Burning implications, my favorite.
In the end, Dean still refused the Angels. So they took him. Took him away and did ungodly things to him.
But Dean held on to the word “No”.
No. No. No.
He never let go, never said anything else.
And because Dean could, Dean did, Sam did too.
Held on to the word “No.”
And then they killed him, held Dean down and gutted him open and left him for the bugs and the rodents.
“You could say yes,” Castiel whispered, from his place on the motel floor, sitting with his knees curled into his chest. He had stripped off Jimmy’s clothes and crawled into a pair of Dean’s jeans and a t-shirt that all hung too loose and awkward, before he had settled on his spot and refused to move.
“I can’t,” Sam answered him.
“Because Dean didn’t?”
“Because Dean didn’t.”
“They should pay for the way they made him hurt, made him bleed,” Castiel said, more to the floor than to Sam.
Sam was quiet and Castiel heard him shifting on the bed from the corner behind him.
“Is he at peace now? Is he in a better place?” Sam asked.
Castiel laughed, hollow and dry. “What better place, Sam? Heaven?” and he turned, looked almost at Sam but not quite. “Have you been to Heaven lately, Sam? There is no peace.”
And Castiel dropped his head, tried not to think about what that meant for Dean.
Then Sam was behind him, kneeling down, placing warm familiar hands on each of Castiel’s shoulders. He leaned forward, breathed in Castiel’s ear.
“They’re all trapped here, you know,” Sam said and Castiel shivered at the idea that his siblings were here in this place with him. “And I don’t need Lucifer to end them all,” Sam added and his voice was full of gravel and throat and death.
“Can we smite them, Sam?” Castiel asked, his voice quiet and uncertain. “Can we smite them all?” and Sam’s lips grazing the top of his head was all the answer Castiel needed.
***
In the end, Sam held on to the word “No.” No to Lucifer. No to the Demons. No to Bobby’s pleas for them to stop, innocent people were dying. No to the Angels and their begging for mercy as they were tracked and trapped and extinguished.
No to everyone but Castiel, whom Sam gave everything to. Gave the world. Gave Castiel everything he asked for and all but the thing he really wanted.
They pushed through the great plains and open deserts, the high mountains and low valleys. They crossed lakes and rivers and vast oceans. They went South and North, East and West. They crossed beyond this continent, then beyond this plane.
Beyond.
Until they had reached the Ends of the Earth. Until they found the last Angel cowering in a corner, too tired to even beg for mercy for his feeble nothing of an existence.
A shame really. Sam always liked it when they begged.
Then they found the spot where Dean’s body had been left, gathered him up and lay him in a lush and green field in Wyoming.
Castiel salted them, soaked them and then lay down beside Dean. Sam lit a ring of fire and settled on the other side of Dean. He took his brother’s hand, what little was left and watched as Castiel did the same.
“Are you happy now, Castiel?” Sam asked, soft and peaceful.
“Yes, Sam, I am happy now,” Castiel answered him and rolled to face Dean, to face Sam, reaching for Sam’s other hand.
Sam took it, held his brother and his friend, his family, and waited for the flames to come lick at his toes and his fingertips.
Their fingertips.
“Where do you think we’ll go?” he asked Castiel and saw his friend smile and close his eyes.
“It doesn’t matter, Sam. As long as we’re together, then there’s only one place we will be.”
“Home?”
“Yes, Sam, home. We’re going home.”
The End
Title: For Him, We Will
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: Supernatural
Category: Angst, Altered Reality, Dark-Fic, Drama, General
Characters/Pairing: Castiel, Sam & Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Suicide, Dark Themes.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sam and Castiel can’t handle Dean’s death. They take revenge, in the worst way.
Word Count: 666 words.
Date Written: 03/15/2010
Disclaimer: “Supernatural” belongs to Eric Kripke and The CW. Not me. This story, however, is all mine. I make no money off of this.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: I like to kill characters, then make other characters go crazyevilbad over it. I also like Angel-Angst. A lot. Plus, am loving the new thread on Show about Sam and Castiel’s friendship. And, I just started a re-watch of Season Three and am laced with Dean’s complete non-understanding of what his death is really going to do to Sam. He so doesn’t get it. Plus, then, because I’m always, always thinking about Castiel - what would Dean’s death do to Castiel? Also, Fire and World Burning implications, my favorite.
In the end, Dean still refused the Angels. So they took him. Took him away and did ungodly things to him.
But Dean held on to the word “No”.
No. No. No.
He never let go, never said anything else.
And because Dean could, Dean did, Sam did too.
Held on to the word “No.”
And then they killed him, held Dean down and gutted him open and left him for the bugs and the rodents.
“You could say yes,” Castiel whispered, from his place on the motel floor, sitting with his knees curled into his chest. He had stripped off Jimmy’s clothes and crawled into a pair of Dean’s jeans and a t-shirt that all hung too loose and awkward, before he had settled on his spot and refused to move.
“I can’t,” Sam answered him.
“Because Dean didn’t?”
“Because Dean didn’t.”
“They should pay for the way they made him hurt, made him bleed,” Castiel said, more to the floor than to Sam.
Sam was quiet and Castiel heard him shifting on the bed from the corner behind him.
“Is he at peace now? Is he in a better place?” Sam asked.
Castiel laughed, hollow and dry. “What better place, Sam? Heaven?” and he turned, looked almost at Sam but not quite. “Have you been to Heaven lately, Sam? There is no peace.”
And Castiel dropped his head, tried not to think about what that meant for Dean.
Then Sam was behind him, kneeling down, placing warm familiar hands on each of Castiel’s shoulders. He leaned forward, breathed in Castiel’s ear.
“They’re all trapped here, you know,” Sam said and Castiel shivered at the idea that his siblings were here in this place with him. “And I don’t need Lucifer to end them all,” Sam added and his voice was full of gravel and throat and death.
“Can we smite them, Sam?” Castiel asked, his voice quiet and uncertain. “Can we smite them all?” and Sam’s lips grazing the top of his head was all the answer Castiel needed.
***
In the end, Sam held on to the word “No.” No to Lucifer. No to the Demons. No to Bobby’s pleas for them to stop, innocent people were dying. No to the Angels and their begging for mercy as they were tracked and trapped and extinguished.
No to everyone but Castiel, whom Sam gave everything to. Gave the world. Gave Castiel everything he asked for and all but the thing he really wanted.
They pushed through the great plains and open deserts, the high mountains and low valleys. They crossed lakes and rivers and vast oceans. They went South and North, East and West. They crossed beyond this continent, then beyond this plane.
Beyond.
Until they had reached the Ends of the Earth. Until they found the last Angel cowering in a corner, too tired to even beg for mercy for his feeble nothing of an existence.
A shame really. Sam always liked it when they begged.
Then they found the spot where Dean’s body had been left, gathered him up and lay him in a lush and green field in Wyoming.
Castiel salted them, soaked them and then lay down beside Dean. Sam lit a ring of fire and settled on the other side of Dean. He took his brother’s hand, what little was left and watched as Castiel did the same.
“Are you happy now, Castiel?” Sam asked, soft and peaceful.
“Yes, Sam, I am happy now,” Castiel answered him and rolled to face Dean, to face Sam, reaching for Sam’s other hand.
Sam took it, held his brother and his friend, his family, and waited for the flames to come lick at his toes and his fingertips.
Their fingertips.
“Where do you think we’ll go?” he asked Castiel and saw his friend smile and close his eyes.
“It doesn’t matter, Sam. As long as we’re together, then there’s only one place we will be.”
“Home?”
“Yes, Sam, home. We’re going home.”
The End