Fic: Clueless Clown
Title: Clueless Clown
Fandom: Supernatural FPS
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: R
AN: Tag to 7.14 but way AU.
Warning: Violence, not evil!Sam
“Sam, stop.”
Sam didn’t seem to hear. He kept throwing punches after punches to Dean’s face, abdomen, and the side of his body, easily warding off the hands and arms his brother lifted to shield himself from the attack. Dean panted heavily, blood pouring freely down his face. His sight began to grey out along the edges but he fought to keep awake.
“Clowns. I’m not afraid of clowns,” said Sam through gritted teeth. He slammed Dean to the wall and let him slide down before he began to kick at Dean’s kidney. Dean wailed as he arched - having lost the ability to keep the pain in - and curled up in a fetal position. But Sam wouldn’t let him. He grabbed a fistful of Dean’s hair, slippery with sweat and blood, and yanked his head back, forcing him to look at his brother through his swollen lids.
“Sam, please.” Dean grappled at Sam’s shirt front. “It’s me, Dean. I’m not a ...”
At that time a sound of a horn tooting came from outside the abandoned warehouse. Sam had pulled his fist and Dean was closing his eyes in nervous anticipation of another blow, but it never came. Dean slowly opened his eyes and found Sam looking at him in a daze.
“Sam?” Dean ventured.
“Dean - what the hell? Jesus.” Sam released Dean and jerked away, but he scrambled back and gathered him up. Dean grunted as the pain assaulted him. Sam immediately loosened his grip.
“What have I done? Dean, tell me.” Sam shook him but much gentler this time.
Dean struggled to open his eyes and smiled weakly. “It’s okay, Sammy. Nothing I - I can’t deal with.”
“Dean? Dean!”
Dean could feel Sam shake him hard but he’d sunk into a blissful depth. Everything would be fine. Sam was out of the spell, no longer thinking his brother as an evil clown. Things would be all right again between them.
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Fandom: Supernatural FPS
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: R
AN: Tag to 7.14 but way AU.
Warning: Violence, not evil!Sam
“Sam, stop.”
Sam didn’t seem to hear. He kept throwing punches after punches to Dean’s face, abdomen, and the side of his body, easily warding off the hands and arms his brother lifted to shield himself from the attack. Dean panted heavily, blood pouring freely down his face. His sight began to grey out along the edges but he fought to keep awake.
“Clowns. I’m not afraid of clowns,” said Sam through gritted teeth. He slammed Dean to the wall and let him slide down before he began to kick at Dean’s kidney. Dean wailed as he arched - having lost the ability to keep the pain in - and curled up in a fetal position. But Sam wouldn’t let him. He grabbed a fistful of Dean’s hair, slippery with sweat and blood, and yanked his head back, forcing him to look at his brother through his swollen lids.
“Sam, please.” Dean grappled at Sam’s shirt front. “It’s me, Dean. I’m not a ...”
At that time a sound of a horn tooting came from outside the abandoned warehouse. Sam had pulled his fist and Dean was closing his eyes in nervous anticipation of another blow, but it never came. Dean slowly opened his eyes and found Sam looking at him in a daze.
“Sam?” Dean ventured.
“Dean - what the hell? Jesus.” Sam released Dean and jerked away, but he scrambled back and gathered him up. Dean grunted as the pain assaulted him. Sam immediately loosened his grip.
“What have I done? Dean, tell me.” Sam shook him but much gentler this time.
Dean struggled to open his eyes and smiled weakly. “It’s okay, Sammy. Nothing I - I can’t deal with.”
“Dean? Dean!”
Dean could feel Sam shake him hard but he’d sunk into a blissful depth. Everything would be fine. Sam was out of the spell, no longer thinking his brother as an evil clown. Things would be all right again between them.
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