SPN/CM FIC: Alliances (1/1) (Dean/Sam, Gideon/Spencer/Hotch) FRAO
SPOILERS SPOILERS for Supernatural's All Hell Breaks Loose part 1...
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Title: Alliances
Author: Sam/Sam-Tony
Fandoms: Supernatural, Criminal Minds - AU
Pairings: Sam/Dean, Gideon/Spencer/Hotch, mention of Sam/Dean/Spencer
Rating: FRAO - mostly language
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made - purely a Fix-It! snippet.
Summary: Sam is stabbed, Dean is a wreck and Bobby is confused.
A/N: This has nothing to do with another AU I'm working on for a SPN/CM crossover. I just had to fix it.
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Alliances
"Sam! Look out!"
In the end Dean's warning came too late. Sam never had the chance to turn before the knife plunged into his back, driven deep and twisted by the man who's life Sam Winchester had not 30 seconds ago refused to take.
Staggering forward, Sam held out a hand to his brother. "...dean..."
"NO!"
"Goddamned SONOFABITCH!!"
Shocked out of his frozen stupor by Bobby's heated curse, Dean never saw the older Hunter take off after the man who had just killed his brother. Never heard the shot that missed, allowing the other psychic to disappear into the darkness.
Dean could care less. Demons, training, his own safety meant nothing if it meant losing Sam.
Falling to his knees in the mud of the haunted ghost town, Dean caught Sam as the larger body dropped into his hands, the long legs giving out under the rapid blood loss and the strain of a mortal wound. Not only had the bastard stabbed him, he had twisted the knife, slicing the organs and tissue too badly to be repaired. To sustain life.
Sam was dying and there was nothing Dean could do to stop it.
“…love you…dean…”
“Sam?? Sammy? No - no…” Clutching Sam to him, Dean choked back the tears, choked back the pain squeezing his heart in a vise and threatening to rip it out. He couldn’t die - he couldn’t. God not this - please not this… “Sammy - hang on. Please. Please. I love you, too, okay? God, so - so much. You’ve got to…you’ve got to hang on…for me, Sammy, ok?”
Tilting the rolling head back, both hands on his face, Dean ignored the limp and lifeless arms hanging dead at his side and tried to make eye contact, to demand Sam listen to him. They could do this, they could make it. They had…they had survived worse, dammit!
“Come on, Sammy,” Dean cajoled, begging through the sobbing tears. “Come on! Damn you don’t you die on me! Damn you!”
The hand on his shoulder barely registered.
“Dean. He’s gone, Dean.”
“No. Nonono. He can’t be…not after….NO! SAM!!”
The last was screamed out through the sobs and Dean pulled Sam as close into his own body as he could, as if just by holding Sam tight enough he could keep his spirit from leaving, too.
“Sammy…sammy….”
A sudden flash of light in the rainy darkness jerked Dean’s buried head out of Sam’s shoulder just in time to be blinded by the brilliance. One arm still holding the lifeless body to him, the other cast around blindly for the sawed-off he had dropped when he caught Sam. He may not be willing to go on without - without…but damned if he was going to let any of the evil sons of bitches get Sam. Not his body.
When this was over Bobby would need to burn them both.
“Who the hell are you?”
The answer came back just as his eyes started to clear.
“We’re friends.”
Blinking against the red after-image, Dean squinted past Bobby - the older Hunter holding a weapon in each hand and pointing both in front of him, standing over and covering both brothers.
“God tell me we’re not too late…please…”
“Spencer!?” Dean stopped trying to find his shotgun - now held in Bobby’s left hand - and focused on seeing into the darkness. “Spin, is that you??”
“Yeah, it’s me. We have to get to Sam, Dean, hurry.”
Dean’s frozen heart began to beat again at the urgency in his friend’s voice. “Bobby, let them through!”
Seconds after the order, Dean felt not one, but three bodies drop down beside his.
“Damn this is bad.”
Looking up, he stared in shock at the faces of Jason Gideon and Aaron Hotchner - the two senior members of Reid’s FBI team. Gideon looked grim, but Hotch looked a little green and about ready to pass out. “How the hell did you guys get here?”
“Hotch teleported us.”
“He what?”
Spencer crowded in as close to Dean and Sam as he could get without getting in Gideon’s way, the older man’s attention focused completely on Sam still in Dean’s arms. “I felt - god, Dean. I felt Sam…”
“Your empathy.” Dean whispered, almost in disbelief. “You felt it.” But how was that possible? The three were close - hunters, friends and lovers for years until Spencer fell for and then committed to Gideon and Hotch - but would that have been enough for the psychic to feel and lock on to Sam’s pain?
Haunted hazel eyes bore mute testimony that it was. Still a little shaky, Spencer nodded. “We were at home, just off of a long case when - I ran to get Aaron and Jason but I didn’t know…Aaron…we teleported…” Spencer looked up and there were tears on his cheeks as he pleaded with Dean. “Is he?”
At the reminder, Dean broke. “Sam. Oh god, Sammy…”
But at that moment the body Dean refused to let go of stirred.
Cutting off a gasp, Dean tore his eyes away from Spencer to see a steady golden glow coming from Gideon’s hands where they hovered just above the knife wound in Sam’s back. The knife would that was now closed, even the jacket mended whole by the power the older man possessed.
“What did - how did - Sammy?”
With a tired smile, Gideon fell back onto his butt in the muddy ground, trusting Spencer to keep him and Hotch from falling over. “Jason means ‘healer’.”
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