FILL - If I'm Not Dying (Part 3)lauehimeMay 20 2014, 05:29:05 UTC
He dragged his feet to the bathroom where the bright light suddenly affected him in a way it hadn’t before. He quickly closed the door in a considerate thought towards his brother. The lightheadedness turned into nausea and sent him on his knees. He started retching before he knew what hit him.
The nausea didn’t subside even after the vomiting, but he kept telling himself that a little sickness wouldn’t take him down. He wasn’t willing to deem himself as weak. Thence, he figured he didn’t need to alert his brother.
He literally stumbled out of the bathroom some time later. His bed was calling his name and the melody was louder and louder with each step he took towards his goal. Dean ignored him at first, but his eyes widened as soon as he decided to take a look in his brother’s direction.
Sam - whatever shitty nickname he came up with - soulless or not, was still his little brother and he was pale and sweaty.
“Holy shit, Sammy” he blurted out in one breath. He was across the room in the next second, apparently just in time because Sam’s legs decided to give out at that moment.
“’s no big deal” Sam slurred, his eyes misting. Dean cursed when he finally got a close look at his brother’s dilated pupils.
“You stupid ass! Why didn’t you say anything?”
Sam swallowed compulsively while trying to keep his eyes open.
“’s nothing. Not dyin’” he repeated, sounding like a broken record.
“If you didn’t already have a concussion, I’d smack you right now” Dean growled.
Something that strangely resembled fear shimmered into Sam’s eyes. That was before they rolled back into their sockets and Sam’s whole body went rigid. In the next seconds, he was trashing on the floor as if he’d just been electrocuted.
“Not dying, my ass! You stupid fuck!” Dean cursed while turning his head skyward. “Cas? Cas, I need your help down here” he prayed.
His prayer went unanswered.
“You picked the wrong moment to be busy” Dean growled, feeling around for his cell phone and calling 911. He had to keep breathing through the feeling of his entrails being torn apart. Through the whole ambulance ride, he could care less about Sam’s soul being home or not. The ongoing seizures kept him from feeling any kind of resentment towards the guy whom looked exactly like his little brother.
All his remaining anger left the building when his brother slipped into a coma and required complete breathing assistance. Dean felt like he was the one fighting for air. So far, he wasn’t doing too well.
He went through the motions, hardly aware of what was going on until Sam’s doctor came to him to explain that his brother had a bruise on his brain. It had been caused by a blow to his head, which had left significant contusions.
FILL - If I'm Not Dying (Part 4)lauehimeMay 20 2014, 05:29:47 UTC
Dean stayed at Sam’s side for a while. His brother was completely still and quiet. It felt strange to watch this version of Sam being so vulnerable and powerless. Robo Sam was a ruthless hunter after all.
Dean heard a flutter of wings. He wasn’t surprised when he heard footsteps and the deep stoic voice that followed.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. How is he?” Castiel asked. Dean didn’t bother turning around.
“In a coma. He should get better eventually, no thanks to you”
“I was busy, up in heaven” Castiel explained.
Dean finally turned around with accusing eyes. “Too busy to come down and heal him? Of course, you had more important meetings to attend to”
Castiel’s jaw clenched tighter. “Heaven is at war, Dean” he emphasized, trying to resonate the stubborn Winchester.
“Of course that means it’s okay to let my brother die” Dean spat.
“A few days ago you were ready to kill him yourself” Castiel recalled incredulously. He had needed to heal Sam after Dean had almost beaten him to death.
“I didn’t know he was soulless, I thought he was just being a dick. Now I need him alive if I want to bring his soul back from the Cage”
Castiel nodded and closed the distance between himself and the Winchesters. He raised two fingers to both their heads and Dean felt as if the floor had been robbed under his feet. When he opened wary eyes, he was back in the motel room. Castiel was gone.
Sam started to stir where he was lying on the bed. Dean almost ran to his side, forgetting his anger to his most visceral big brother response in the face of his little brother’s pain.
“Hey, you okay?”
Sam’s eyes widened when he took a good look at his brother. “What the hell is it with you?” he grunted, concerned at Dean’s sudden bout of affection.
“It’s a simple question. No need to get bitchy” Dean rolled his eyes.
Sam snorted. “You look like someone’s dying and since I’m obviously not, what the hell crawled up your ass and died?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Good to have you back, Norman Bates” he mumbled to himself. Robo Sam looked puzzled. Sam’s body was functional again and that’s all Dean needed to know when he’d get his brother’s soul out of Hell.
“Oh and if you ever hide anything from me, even if it’s just a headache, I’ll kick your ass!” Dean threatened suddenly after silence had settled between them.
Something flashed on Sam’s usually stoic face. “I will” he finally conceded.
Dean forced a smile before going back to search for a way to get Sam’s soul back. He would do anything, at that point.
Re: FILL - If I'm Not Dying (Part 4)lauehimeMay 20 2014, 16:32:56 UTC
Thank you!!!!! I'm glad you liked the dynamic because it was my very first attempt at writing soulless Sam and I was really hoping it came out right. It was a challenge writing the brothers apart since I love the brotherly bond so much :P
Re: FILL - If I'm Not Dying (Part 4)evelyncarverMay 21 2014, 06:13:19 UTC
I loved all of the different robotic references you included here. And how Dean didn't fault with Souless Sam's quick, clean work. I've always been interested in fics that explored Souless Sam getting sick/injured. It would suck to not be able to sleep things off.
Re: FILL - If I'm Not Dying (Part 4)lauehimeMay 21 2014, 06:24:10 UTC
It definitely would!! Unless he gets sleepy, which is a worrisome fact on its own. I must admit I haven't read too many fics for that period, but did find some rather interesting ones, still. I'm glad you found mine interesting!! I was hoping it would be enjoyable :P
The nausea didn’t subside even after the vomiting, but he kept telling himself that a little sickness wouldn’t take him down. He wasn’t willing to deem himself as weak. Thence, he figured he didn’t need to alert his brother.
He literally stumbled out of the bathroom some time later. His bed was calling his name and the melody was louder and louder with each step he took towards his goal. Dean ignored him at first, but his eyes widened as soon as he decided to take a look in his brother’s direction.
Sam - whatever shitty nickname he came up with - soulless or not, was still his little brother and he was pale and sweaty.
“Holy shit, Sammy” he blurted out in one breath. He was across the room in the next second, apparently just in time because Sam’s legs decided to give out at that moment.
“’s no big deal” Sam slurred, his eyes misting. Dean cursed when he finally got a close look at his brother’s dilated pupils.
“You stupid ass! Why didn’t you say anything?”
Sam swallowed compulsively while trying to keep his eyes open.
“’s nothing. Not dyin’” he repeated, sounding like a broken record.
“If you didn’t already have a concussion, I’d smack you right now” Dean growled.
Something that strangely resembled fear shimmered into Sam’s eyes. That was before they rolled back into their sockets and Sam’s whole body went rigid. In the next seconds, he was trashing on the floor as if he’d just been electrocuted.
“Not dying, my ass! You stupid fuck!” Dean cursed while turning his head skyward. “Cas? Cas, I need your help down here” he prayed.
His prayer went unanswered.
“You picked the wrong moment to be busy” Dean growled, feeling around for his cell phone and calling 911. He had to keep breathing through the feeling of his entrails being torn apart. Through the whole ambulance ride, he could care less about Sam’s soul being home or not. The ongoing seizures kept him from feeling any kind of resentment towards the guy whom looked exactly like his little brother.
All his remaining anger left the building when his brother slipped into a coma and required complete breathing assistance. Dean felt like he was the one fighting for air. So far, he wasn’t doing too well.
He went through the motions, hardly aware of what was going on until Sam’s doctor came to him to explain that his brother had a bruise on his brain. It had been caused by a blow to his head, which had left significant contusions.
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Dean heard a flutter of wings. He wasn’t surprised when he heard footsteps and the deep stoic voice that followed.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. How is he?” Castiel asked. Dean didn’t bother turning around.
“In a coma. He should get better eventually, no thanks to you”
“I was busy, up in heaven” Castiel explained.
Dean finally turned around with accusing eyes. “Too busy to come down and heal him? Of course, you had more important meetings to attend to”
Castiel’s jaw clenched tighter. “Heaven is at war, Dean” he emphasized, trying to resonate the stubborn Winchester.
“Of course that means it’s okay to let my brother die” Dean spat.
“A few days ago you were ready to kill him yourself” Castiel recalled incredulously. He had needed to heal Sam after Dean had almost beaten him to death.
“I didn’t know he was soulless, I thought he was just being a dick. Now I need him alive if I want to bring his soul back from the Cage”
Castiel nodded and closed the distance between himself and the Winchesters. He raised two fingers to both their heads and Dean felt as if the floor had been robbed under his feet. When he opened wary eyes, he was back in the motel room. Castiel was gone.
Sam started to stir where he was lying on the bed. Dean almost ran to his side, forgetting his anger to his most visceral big brother response in the face of his little brother’s pain.
“Hey, you okay?”
Sam’s eyes widened when he took a good look at his brother. “What the hell is it with you?” he grunted, concerned at Dean’s sudden bout of affection.
“It’s a simple question. No need to get bitchy” Dean rolled his eyes.
Sam snorted. “You look like someone’s dying and since I’m obviously not, what the hell crawled up your ass and died?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Good to have you back, Norman Bates” he mumbled to himself. Robo Sam looked puzzled. Sam’s body was functional again and that’s all Dean needed to know when he’d get his brother’s soul out of Hell.
“Oh and if you ever hide anything from me, even if it’s just a headache, I’ll kick your ass!” Dean threatened suddenly after silence had settled between them.
Something flashed on Sam’s usually stoic face. “I will” he finally conceded.
Dean forced a smile before going back to search for a way to get Sam’s soul back. He would do anything, at that point.
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