Both Sides of the Story
Title: Both Sides of the Story
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,491
Spoilers: General S4 spoilers
Warnings: Consensual incest, implied evil!Sam
Disclaimer Supernatural belongs to Kripke, CW, et al. I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Written for bloodnfire for the 2009 Anti-Christmas exchange on sammessiah. Thanks to brighteyed_jill for the beta.
Summary: Sam refuses to let Heaven use his brother. That is something only he’s allowed to do.
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“You can’t have him,” Sam began. Castiel looked at him with the peculiar detachment that seemed unique to angels, as if he were looking at the world through one or two removes.
“It was never a question of having. Dean was God’s from birth,” Castiel said, staring at Sam with eyes both knowing and blank. “We need him. Dean is very important.”
“For stopping the apocalypse? Of course he is. We both are. We’ve been training for this all our lives,” Sam explained.
“You don’t understand the significance-.”
“Of what?” Sam interjected. “If Dean and I didn’t like helping people, if we didn’t want this life, then we could get out of it. But all I know about you pressuring Dean into this is that you’ve made him unhappy. He’s depressed, he’s drinking, he’s having nightmares, and they aren’t always about his time in hell.”
Sam’s words were clipped and precise, his tone as even and impersonal as if he were reading a law paper back at Stanford. Castiel just didn’t seem to understand human emotions, and Sam refused to get into a passionate argument with someone who couldn’t understand why he was mad.
“I’m sorry to hear that, but this is not the first time he’s fought under adverse conditions. I have faith in Dean. God has faith in Dean.”
“What about me?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
Castiel looked troubled. “We didn’t raise you out of hell, Sam Winchester.”
“So, I’m no good to you?”
“It is not that simple.”
“Actually, it is. Dean needs me. He’s not strong enough to fight all of hell on his own. I have to help him. It will go better if you just let me,” Sam said.
“What has been seen, what has been written, makes no mention of you at his side.” Castiel sounded slightly dismissive, and Sam’s expression got hard.
“So where does it mention me? Nowhere? Or am I already supposed to be in the ground while Dean’s being a soldier for the Lord?”
Castiel was silent, but his stare held a kind of stern regret.
Sam ignored it.
“Dean isn’t going to kill me. I’m his brother, he loves me. When we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t do.”
“Yes, you can do anything… except triumph over this danger. Dean depends on you too much. He needs to find his own strength, and he will not do that as long as you continue to take part in your rituals. As you grow stronger, Dean will not stand on his own; he will give everything he has to try to save you. If you truly love him, you will leave and let Dean take his place with us.”
“Dean will stand where he’s always stood; with me. He died for me, and I won’t let you take him. You’re the ones making him weak, not me. You take and take from him, never giving him anything back. I have. Dean has all my strength, and he knows he can trust me. I can’t say the same about you. He doesn’t know you, and he doesn’t trust you. Chosen by God or not, Dean and I are sticking together.” Despite Sam’s earlier vow, he was started to get more heated, even in the face of Castiel’s seeming indifference.
“He is needed to save this world Samuel. Everything you’ve become will cause you to destroy it.”
Sam held firm.
“You don’t know that Castiel. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“I have waged war against demons for as long as I have existed. I can see what you’re becoming.”
“No. You don’t see. You can’t possibly see or understand why I’ve chosen this path. But what I’m doing will let Dean and I stay together. And together we can stop this, doing it in ways you can’t even imagine.”
“Dean alone can stop this.”
“Dean is never going to be alone again. You. Cannot. Have. Him.”
Castiel stood at the same time as Sam, and for the first time Sam saw a hint of genuine emotion in the angel’s eyes. Anger.
“Your choice will bring only grief.”
“That’s free will for you. We get that choice, to do this or not, in whatever way we think will work.”
“There will be consequences.”
“And we’ll deal with them. On our own. No meddling from Heaven. Leave us alone.”
Castiel’s eyes flashed sparks, and Sam flinched, averting his face. There was a rush of air, and when he looked again, the angel was gone.
“He’s mine,” Sam snarled into the empty air, and went to go find Dean.
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Dean was still half asleep when Sam slammed the door behind him, eyes blinking, dark and vulnerable as he rose up on one elbow. This was always the best time to get to Dean, when his mask was off, his armor discarded, when his tongue was too thick with sleep to come up with a clever quip. He was weaker, more easily manipulated and pliant like this.
Sam’s clothes practically fell off his body with every stride towards the bed, and Dean still blinked at him, confused, probably wondering if he was still dreaming, when Sam slid in next to him. He loved doing this to Dean; waking up his body from the edge of dreams, turning fragments of thoughts into reality.
“Sammy, what?” Dean gasped, as Sam’s hands slid under the sheets, seeking out the firm curve of his side, the sharp turn of his hip, the wakening hardness of his cock. “Yeah...” he breathed, questions gone again.
Dean’s skin was still flushed and sweaty from the nightmare he’d had earlier, the one that had set Sam off to confront Castiel. He couldn’t stand seeing Dean lose yet another night’s sleep to visions of hell or imagining the impending apocalypse. So he’d done the best thing he could, slowly fucked Dean through the remnants of fear until he’d flopped back into contented exhaustion.
Now he was still slick and open, and Sam let his fingers slip inside Dean’s heat to slowly stretch him again, feeling him rut against Sam’s hip mindlessly.
“How’re you feeling?” Sam murmured.
“Good… good, Sammy,” Dean almost gasped. Sam smiled into Dean’s skin, and scissored his fingers, making Dean thrust against him with bruising force.
“No more nightmares?”
“No. Not thinking about them…”
“I know.” Sam let his voice deepen, rumbling from his chest to Dean’s, making Dean feel like Sam’s voice was inside him. “I told him to leave you alone. All of them.”
“Who-? Oh God!” Dean nearly shouted as Sam’s fingers worked themselves deeper, stroking over his prostate. Dean’s frantic thrusts against Sam picked up speed and urgency as Sam teased him unmercifully for long moments before stilling completely.
“Please, Sam, please!”
Sam wiggled his fingers once, only to get Dean’s attention, before talking again.
“The angels. I told them to leave you alone.”
“Sam, you didn’t have to- ah!” Another twitch rendered Dean a gasping bundle of nerves.
“They don’t want me at your side.” Sam shifted Dean up, parting his thighs wide. “They want to separate us.” As he said that, he slid himself into Dean in a single powerful thrust, and Dean clasped his shoulders like he was a tree branch in a raging flood.
“Don’t want to,” Dean gasped. “God Sam, never want to lose you.”
“I’m never going to leave you alone.” Sam pulled back, almost all the way out, and Dean cried out at the loss. Sam slammed back in hard, and drew another gasp out of his brother. “We’re going to do this together, no matter what.”
“Together,” Dean repeated with conviction. “Yeah…” Another twitch, another hard thrust, and Dean threw his head back, baring his throat.
“Don’t know how this is gonna go, but I won’t let them use you for their own stupid purpose,” Sam promised, sweeping his hands down to jack Dean in counterpoint rhythm to his own thrusts.
“What’re we gonna do?” Dean asked between gasps. Sam picked up the pace, not wanting to hear Dean coherent.
“Whatever it takes to stop this. Our way, not their way. Anything we have to do, as long as we stay together.”
“Anything, anything Sammy… yes, yes!” Dean bucked frantically into Sam’s grip, slamming himself back into the bed as his orgasm overtook him, fountaining over Sam’s hand and clenching him hard. Sam gasped and let go inside of Dean, knowing the heat of him was burning and marking Dean from the inside out.
“Yeah Sammy…” Dean said, suddenly sleepy again, kissing Sam absently before exhaustion claimed him again.
As Dean fell back into unconscious, his dreams claiming him again, the hellfires now burning him deeper inside, pleasure instead of pain. Sam wouldn’t let them hurt him. Sam stroked Dean’s hair gently as he dreamt, his own eyes dark as night, black as sin.
“Our way Dean. We’ll do this our way. My way. Together. Forever.”
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Prompt Information
You will be creating a fic for bloodnfire.
Your prompt information:
Characters: Sam/Dean, I also like Castiel, Ruby and Bela but not paired with either of the boys.
Prompt: 1. Sam refuses to let Heaven use his brother, bonus points for Sam and Castiel having a civil conversation full of thinly veiled threats.
2. A day in the life of the antichrist... Could be any genre, from crack to darkfic.
3. Um I'm happy with anything involving Dean willingly becoming Sam's consort.
Likes: d/s, breathplay, co-dependency, SamandDean's epic love, dub-con, the apocalypse, AUs, public sex, bottom!Dean and aggressive!toppy!Sam, hurt/comfort, possessive!Sam, evil!Sam who still loves Dean
Dislikes: non-con, deathfic, kidfic, bottom!Sam
Rating: Any
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,491
Spoilers: General S4 spoilers
Warnings: Consensual incest, implied evil!Sam
Disclaimer Supernatural belongs to Kripke, CW, et al. I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Written for bloodnfire for the 2009 Anti-Christmas exchange on sammessiah. Thanks to brighteyed_jill for the beta.
Summary: Sam refuses to let Heaven use his brother. That is something only he’s allowed to do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“You can’t have him,” Sam began. Castiel looked at him with the peculiar detachment that seemed unique to angels, as if he were looking at the world through one or two removes.
“It was never a question of having. Dean was God’s from birth,” Castiel said, staring at Sam with eyes both knowing and blank. “We need him. Dean is very important.”
“For stopping the apocalypse? Of course he is. We both are. We’ve been training for this all our lives,” Sam explained.
“You don’t understand the significance-.”
“Of what?” Sam interjected. “If Dean and I didn’t like helping people, if we didn’t want this life, then we could get out of it. But all I know about you pressuring Dean into this is that you’ve made him unhappy. He’s depressed, he’s drinking, he’s having nightmares, and they aren’t always about his time in hell.”
Sam’s words were clipped and precise, his tone as even and impersonal as if he were reading a law paper back at Stanford. Castiel just didn’t seem to understand human emotions, and Sam refused to get into a passionate argument with someone who couldn’t understand why he was mad.
“I’m sorry to hear that, but this is not the first time he’s fought under adverse conditions. I have faith in Dean. God has faith in Dean.”
“What about me?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
Castiel looked troubled. “We didn’t raise you out of hell, Sam Winchester.”
“So, I’m no good to you?”
“It is not that simple.”
“Actually, it is. Dean needs me. He’s not strong enough to fight all of hell on his own. I have to help him. It will go better if you just let me,” Sam said.
“What has been seen, what has been written, makes no mention of you at his side.” Castiel sounded slightly dismissive, and Sam’s expression got hard.
“So where does it mention me? Nowhere? Or am I already supposed to be in the ground while Dean’s being a soldier for the Lord?”
Castiel was silent, but his stare held a kind of stern regret.
Sam ignored it.
“Dean isn’t going to kill me. I’m his brother, he loves me. When we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t do.”
“Yes, you can do anything… except triumph over this danger. Dean depends on you too much. He needs to find his own strength, and he will not do that as long as you continue to take part in your rituals. As you grow stronger, Dean will not stand on his own; he will give everything he has to try to save you. If you truly love him, you will leave and let Dean take his place with us.”
“Dean will stand where he’s always stood; with me. He died for me, and I won’t let you take him. You’re the ones making him weak, not me. You take and take from him, never giving him anything back. I have. Dean has all my strength, and he knows he can trust me. I can’t say the same about you. He doesn’t know you, and he doesn’t trust you. Chosen by God or not, Dean and I are sticking together.” Despite Sam’s earlier vow, he was started to get more heated, even in the face of Castiel’s seeming indifference.
“He is needed to save this world Samuel. Everything you’ve become will cause you to destroy it.”
Sam held firm.
“You don’t know that Castiel. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“I have waged war against demons for as long as I have existed. I can see what you’re becoming.”
“No. You don’t see. You can’t possibly see or understand why I’ve chosen this path. But what I’m doing will let Dean and I stay together. And together we can stop this, doing it in ways you can’t even imagine.”
“Dean alone can stop this.”
“Dean is never going to be alone again. You. Cannot. Have. Him.”
Castiel stood at the same time as Sam, and for the first time Sam saw a hint of genuine emotion in the angel’s eyes. Anger.
“Your choice will bring only grief.”
“That’s free will for you. We get that choice, to do this or not, in whatever way we think will work.”
“There will be consequences.”
“And we’ll deal with them. On our own. No meddling from Heaven. Leave us alone.”
Castiel’s eyes flashed sparks, and Sam flinched, averting his face. There was a rush of air, and when he looked again, the angel was gone.
“He’s mine,” Sam snarled into the empty air, and went to go find Dean.
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Dean was still half asleep when Sam slammed the door behind him, eyes blinking, dark and vulnerable as he rose up on one elbow. This was always the best time to get to Dean, when his mask was off, his armor discarded, when his tongue was too thick with sleep to come up with a clever quip. He was weaker, more easily manipulated and pliant like this.
Sam’s clothes practically fell off his body with every stride towards the bed, and Dean still blinked at him, confused, probably wondering if he was still dreaming, when Sam slid in next to him. He loved doing this to Dean; waking up his body from the edge of dreams, turning fragments of thoughts into reality.
“Sammy, what?” Dean gasped, as Sam’s hands slid under the sheets, seeking out the firm curve of his side, the sharp turn of his hip, the wakening hardness of his cock. “Yeah...” he breathed, questions gone again.
Dean’s skin was still flushed and sweaty from the nightmare he’d had earlier, the one that had set Sam off to confront Castiel. He couldn’t stand seeing Dean lose yet another night’s sleep to visions of hell or imagining the impending apocalypse. So he’d done the best thing he could, slowly fucked Dean through the remnants of fear until he’d flopped back into contented exhaustion.
Now he was still slick and open, and Sam let his fingers slip inside Dean’s heat to slowly stretch him again, feeling him rut against Sam’s hip mindlessly.
“How’re you feeling?” Sam murmured.
“Good… good, Sammy,” Dean almost gasped. Sam smiled into Dean’s skin, and scissored his fingers, making Dean thrust against him with bruising force.
“No more nightmares?”
“No. Not thinking about them…”
“I know.” Sam let his voice deepen, rumbling from his chest to Dean’s, making Dean feel like Sam’s voice was inside him. “I told him to leave you alone. All of them.”
“Who-? Oh God!” Dean nearly shouted as Sam’s fingers worked themselves deeper, stroking over his prostate. Dean’s frantic thrusts against Sam picked up speed and urgency as Sam teased him unmercifully for long moments before stilling completely.
“Please, Sam, please!”
Sam wiggled his fingers once, only to get Dean’s attention, before talking again.
“The angels. I told them to leave you alone.”
“Sam, you didn’t have to- ah!” Another twitch rendered Dean a gasping bundle of nerves.
“They don’t want me at your side.” Sam shifted Dean up, parting his thighs wide. “They want to separate us.” As he said that, he slid himself into Dean in a single powerful thrust, and Dean clasped his shoulders like he was a tree branch in a raging flood.
“Don’t want to,” Dean gasped. “God Sam, never want to lose you.”
“I’m never going to leave you alone.” Sam pulled back, almost all the way out, and Dean cried out at the loss. Sam slammed back in hard, and drew another gasp out of his brother. “We’re going to do this together, no matter what.”
“Together,” Dean repeated with conviction. “Yeah…” Another twitch, another hard thrust, and Dean threw his head back, baring his throat.
“Don’t know how this is gonna go, but I won’t let them use you for their own stupid purpose,” Sam promised, sweeping his hands down to jack Dean in counterpoint rhythm to his own thrusts.
“What’re we gonna do?” Dean asked between gasps. Sam picked up the pace, not wanting to hear Dean coherent.
“Whatever it takes to stop this. Our way, not their way. Anything we have to do, as long as we stay together.”
“Anything, anything Sammy… yes, yes!” Dean bucked frantically into Sam’s grip, slamming himself back into the bed as his orgasm overtook him, fountaining over Sam’s hand and clenching him hard. Sam gasped and let go inside of Dean, knowing the heat of him was burning and marking Dean from the inside out.
“Yeah Sammy…” Dean said, suddenly sleepy again, kissing Sam absently before exhaustion claimed him again.
As Dean fell back into unconscious, his dreams claiming him again, the hellfires now burning him deeper inside, pleasure instead of pain. Sam wouldn’t let them hurt him. Sam stroked Dean’s hair gently as he dreamt, his own eyes dark as night, black as sin.
“Our way Dean. We’ll do this our way. My way. Together. Forever.”
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Prompt Information
You will be creating a fic for bloodnfire.
Your prompt information:
Characters: Sam/Dean, I also like Castiel, Ruby and Bela but not paired with either of the boys.
Prompt: 1. Sam refuses to let Heaven use his brother, bonus points for Sam and Castiel having a civil conversation full of thinly veiled threats.
2. A day in the life of the antichrist... Could be any genre, from crack to darkfic.
3. Um I'm happy with anything involving Dean willingly becoming Sam's consort.
Likes: d/s, breathplay, co-dependency, SamandDean's epic love, dub-con, the apocalypse, AUs, public sex, bottom!Dean and aggressive!toppy!Sam, hurt/comfort, possessive!Sam, evil!Sam who still loves Dean
Dislikes: non-con, deathfic, kidfic, bottom!Sam
Rating: Any