Larks Never Sing in Captivity - pt1

Oct 18, 2010 12:04



Larks never Sing in Captivity

Fandom - Supernatural

Rating - PG13/R

By - aubreestjames with help from louisbeaumont and karma_abounds.

Disclaimer - We do not own and do not make any money off this fan fiction.

Warnings - Flash backs of Hell, torture, abuse, and other things….

Summary - Dean has been given the ‘Big Squeeze’. He’s back and is searching for Sam who isn’t doing so well. With the Apocalypse on, the Angels angry at Dean for becoming a Demon - though technically that isn’t his fault - the Brother Winchesters shall have to find another way to save the world, and themselves.

(Other Key Words - Demon!Dean, Limp!Sam, Protective!Dean - and I mean Super-de-dooper Protective!)


Chapter 1 -

By Aubree and Karma

Dean took a gasp of dead air. His eyes popped open to darkness. Taking possession of his body was new and weird in feeling. He could feel his nerves coming alive from a slight pain. His heart started to thud at a faster rhythm before slowly calming down. He could hear the rush of blood in his ears. He let his body become used to his soul once again before he raised his hands to the top of the wooden coffin and lifted. He was six feet under, thanks to Sam, but it didn’t take him long to push it out of his way.

His eyes flashed deep black as he looked around. Things never looked right with Demon-Eyes. It was as if he were looking through a thermal camera, he saw people in red and other things in green or blue depending on the heat it gave off. No one was around and his black eyes faded to green. Now he looked normal.

Now, he had to find Sam.

-         - -

His first stop was at Bobby’s. The Old Salvage yard was in disarray as it had been for years when Dean and Sam were kids. Dean smiled as he smelled old oil and other things. The house stood in the same sort of decay but it was an unassuming sort of house. Nothing about it was weird, it was - almost home. Dean raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A blinding smile greeted Bobby when the old Hunter answered; “Hey,” Dean greeted.

“Dean?” Bobby blinked a few times.

“Where’s Sam?” He asked, looking about for the tall, yet the younger of the two.

“He’s not here?” Dean asked. Bobby stepped back to give Dean enough room to breach the house. The demon protection did nothing against him. Dean had almost been afraid that the salt would repel him and then he’d have some trouble with Bobby and a saw off shot gun full of rock salt.

His fear hadn’t come to life and Dean let out a breath he hadn’t know he’d been holding.

“I assumed that since you’re alive that Sam brought you back,” Bobby explained. They sat in the kitchen with mugs of coffee, black, sitting in front of them. Dean relished in the taste.

“Nope, I don’t know how I did it, all I know is that at one moment I’m on the rack being torture and the next I’m in a pine box six feet under,” Dean shrugged, “I don’t think I’m a zombie,” he grinned.

“We’d know all ready if you came back as something else,” Bobby muttered. He spied his salt lines, all thick and proper as always. Dean had passed as any human could. Bobby wasn’t worried that Dean had come back as something else.

“Have you even heard from Sammy?” Dean asked; the worry in his voice bleeding through.

“Yeah, he calls me up now and then, the kid sounds horrible,” Bobby shook his head. Dean shifted in his chair wanting Bobby to say more but didn’t want to push.

“I think he’s somewhere in South Dakota,” Bobby offered.

“Huh,” Dean looked away. That wasn’t much to go on. Not really.

“Maybe we should get him to come to you,” Dean said, thinking hard, “maybe if you said that you knew of a way to bring me back, he’ll come,”

“That’s not a bad idea, I’d love to see Sam’s face when he gets a look at you,” Bobby laughed. Dean grinned and it felt nice, it felt real. Joy, how he had missed that feeling.

“I can’t wait to see him,” Dean opined softly.

He missed his Sammy.

-         - -

Sam - meanwhile - was somewhere in North Dakota. His motel room was shitty with its peeling wallpaper of Mount Rushmore, the smell of pine-sol trying to dislocate the mildew that wafted from various corners of the room and the bathroom. Sam always closed his eyes whenever he spent long amounts of time in the bathroom - it made him want to hurl.

The ringing of his phone made him turn over in bed. The sheets wrapped about his sweating form. His forearm moved to wipe sweat from his brow as he pressed the on button of his phone.

“Hey, Sammy?” Bobby Singer’s voice sent Sam’s veins into convulsions.

“Bobby…” his voice was dry and Sam swallowed, “what’s wrong?”

“I’ve got an idea on how to bring Dean back that doesn’t involve selling your soul,” Bobby replied.

“I’ve all ready tried that,” Sam reminded him, then practically kicked himself - figuratively - for saying such a thing.

“I figured that,” Bobby was gruff, almost, with disappointment, “But that doesn’t matter now, hi-tail it to my place,” and that was the end of that call.

He staggered out of bed; “Bobby, I hope you can pull this off,” Sam was close to sobbing, “I can’t live without Dean…”

-         - -

From Karma - Okay, so let us know what you think. We’d appreciate all sorts of reviews!

Thank you so much for reading - Karma and Aubree

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