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Dean is still traumatized after the events of Yellow FeverdisneymagicsMarch 13 2011, 21:28:50 UTC
What Sam finds when he gets back to the motel doesn't surprise him so much as it blasts a fist-sized hole of self recrimination through his chest. Dean is huddled against the far wall of their hotel room in a shivering, trembling ball. His eyes are deep wells of shimmering fear. The events of the past few days of ghost sickness had taken much more of a toll on his brother than Sam had been willing to admit and now that the ghost is history, it's time to start making amends.
When Dean shows up on his doorstep after four years, wearing the psychiatric ward bracelet like a badge of honour, Sam comes to the dreadful realization that life as he knows it, is over.
Dean looks good. Nice even. But his eyes give him away. Razor sharp and in-human, but not animalistic either. Something different entirely.
‘Sam, who is that?’
He tears his eyes from Dean, fixes them on Jessica instead, says ‘my brother,’ and wonders who he really sees as the intruder here.
--- Notes: Feel free to make of this what you'd like, but to whoever is interested this was supposed to be a serial-killer sort-of AU of SPN. Dean is schizophrenic, has nightterrors and nightmares since he saw his mother burn as a kid. While Sam was in Stanford, he was in a mental institute but he's back and looking for John. Follows Canon story-/timeline, except monsters exist only in Dean's head. Sam has to watch out for him. Never got past this excerpt, so yeah, my heart breaks at giving it up, but maybe someone will be more successful with this.
“Gimme a credit card,” Sam demanded, hand extended complete with wiggling fingers, waiting for the piece of plastic money that would be paying for their stay that night. “I’ll get us signed in.”
Dean eyed the impatient hand, one eyebrow reaching for his hairline and touching the still bleeding cut, before his gaze slowly traveling up to meet Sam’s face. “My card, my ‘getting us signed in’,” he replied, sounding all of five years old. Taking his wallet out, Dean searched for a usable credit card, taking it out to parade it in front of Sam’s nose
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Some wounds cannot be healed at willwater_fowl182March 13 2011, 22:20:23 UTC
Preamble: In my minds eye this exchange was happening right upon the closing scene of On The Head Of The Pin, upon Sam coming back to the ward to find Cas keeping vigil over quietly weeping, semi-catatonic Dean:
"What’s wrong? What happened? Is he in pain?" "That is right. Your brother is in more pain, than humanly imaginable." "Well then fix him already, will ya?! Or what? Do you guys get celestial kicks from watching him suffer?" "Sam… Your rage is speaking right now. Believe me, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to ease his agony. But some wounds cannot be healed at will. Not even by my kind." "Well then, why don’t you stay away from him? If you can’t save him… " "He can save us, Sam. And thus it will come to pass." "Look at him!" - Sam was yelling at a friggin’ angel of the Lord and wasn’t sure he cared. He’s killed Alastair, so there. - "Look at what you’ve done to him!"
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Dean looks good. Nice even. But his eyes give him away. Razor sharp and in-human, but not animalistic either. Something different entirely.
‘Sam, who is that?’
He tears his eyes from Dean, fixes them on Jessica instead, says ‘my brother,’ and wonders who he really sees as the intruder here.
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Notes: Feel free to make of this what you'd like, but to whoever is interested this was supposed to be a serial-killer sort-of AU of SPN. Dean is schizophrenic, has nightterrors and nightmares since he saw his mother burn as a kid. While Sam was in Stanford, he was in a mental institute but he's back and looking for John. Follows Canon story-/timeline, except monsters exist only in Dean's head. Sam has to watch out for him.
Never got past this excerpt, so yeah, my heart breaks at giving it up, but maybe someone will be more successful with this.
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Dean eyed the impatient hand, one eyebrow reaching for his hairline and touching the still bleeding cut, before his gaze slowly traveling up to meet Sam’s face. “My card, my ‘getting us signed in’,” he replied, sounding all of five years old. Taking his wallet out, Dean searched for a usable credit card, taking it out to parade it in front of Sam’s nose ( ... )
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"What’s wrong? What happened? Is he in pain?"
"That is right. Your brother is in more pain, than humanly imaginable."
"Well then fix him already, will ya?! Or what? Do you guys get celestial kicks from watching him suffer?"
"Sam… Your rage is speaking right now. Believe me, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to ease his agony. But some wounds cannot be healed at will. Not even by my kind."
"Well then, why don’t you stay away from him? If you can’t save him… "
"He can save us, Sam. And thus it will come to pass."
"Look at him!" - Sam was yelling at a friggin’ angel of the Lord and wasn’t sure he cared. He’s killed Alastair, so there. - "Look at what you’ve done to him!"
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