SPN ficlet: Siren remix
Title: Siren Remix
Author: maddonna001
Characters: Dean, Sam, siren
Words: 772
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen
Warnings: Angst, implied wincest, darkfic
Disclaimer: These boys and the rest of this universe are all owned by Eric Kripke and the WB/CW, I just like to visit and play sometimes.
Summary: What could Sam have seen in the hotel room in „Sex And Violence”?
Beta: the worderful callmekitten aka. kitten2you
Sam walked to their hotel room, opened the door and found Nick Munore, sitting on his bed, holding a hyacinth. His gut told him there was something fishy about finding the agent there, having Dean seen nowhere. He enters the room but suddenly feels somebody grab him from behind, twisting his arms behind his back. He knows it was Dean and suddenly it hits him, Nick is the siren and Dean is under his spell!
Sam tries to offend Nick by telling him how much of an ugly stripper he is. Nick is starting to explain to him that Dean did not want a striper as the perfect mate, but a brother he can trust and love, a brother who adores him. Sam starts to wonder if it really means Dean used to think of him as his true mate. Maybe he did. But it was all before everything. Before Azazel, before Hell, before the angels and especially before Ruby. No wonder Dean doesn’t trust him anymore, but he feels like there is no way he can explain his brother how he feels.
When Dean cuts his neck, it’s not the cut itself that scares him. It’s the fact that being held by Dean, being so obviously dominated by his brother not only arouses him, but he feels like everything just clicks into its place.
Then Nick comes closer and spits into his mouth. While wiping his mouth he closes his eyes. By the time he opens them again and looks up, Nick who he saw just a few seconds ago is gone and a different person is standing in front of him. He sees a tall man with bright green eyes, full, perfect pink lips, dirty blond hair and freckles splattered all over the man’s face. He sees Dean. A younger, brighter version of Dean. This Dean doesn’t look broken by Hell, there is still that flame in his eye he saw four years ago that night in his living room when Dean came for him to go and find Dad. He knows this Dean is fake, that it’s the siren making him see what he wants to see but he doesn’t care. Only he cares a lot. He feels relieved that it’s not his brother while at the same time, it is. He feels attracted to this creature, just like he felt drawn to that shapeshifter that took his brother’s form years ago. His mind is telling him the real Dean would never think of him that way, would never reciprocate his feelings, and having this creature playing the perfect Dean for him, he feels he could finally live the life he always dreamed of. No suppressed guilt for being a freak, a perv, lusting after his big brother; this is a brother who loves and fully accepts Sam for what he is.
When the siren tells them they have to fight each other for the siren’s love, he doesn’t think, he knows what he has to do. He has to kill the real Dean so both of them can be free. Dean can die and rest in peace, in Heaven, probably with Mom, Dad and Anna while Sam can be with the person he always dreamed of.
The things he tells Dean are lies, he knows, but he needs to piss his brother off so he and Dean can have an honest deathmatch. But the real Dean is only defending himself, even when he pushes Sam through the door. Sam is lying on the floor, looks at his brother when he finally realizes: he cannot live without Dean, never really could. That’s why he is so broken and twisted now and suddenly he wished Dean would end it all. He could get up and take Dean down but he doesn’t want to anymore. As the siren tells Dean to kill Sam for him, Sam looks at Dean who is looking back. Dean’s eyes are telling him that he is not doing it for the siren, for the fake impression of a little brother. He is doing it for Sam.
As Bobby interrupts and kills the creature, he feels like being robbed, it’s not only because the perfect mate is being taken away from him but because all his chances for salvation are gone. There is no unbroken Dean for him and he knows Dean won’t ever try to kill him again.
As Dean is asking him if they are good, he sighs and adds another lie to the thousands he told his brother lately; ”Yeah, we’re good,” and he feels as his soul is getting a little bit darker.
Author: maddonna001
Characters: Dean, Sam, siren
Words: 772
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen
Warnings: Angst, implied wincest, darkfic
Disclaimer: These boys and the rest of this universe are all owned by Eric Kripke and the WB/CW, I just like to visit and play sometimes.
Summary: What could Sam have seen in the hotel room in „Sex And Violence”?
Beta: the worderful callmekitten aka. kitten2you
Sam walked to their hotel room, opened the door and found Nick Munore, sitting on his bed, holding a hyacinth. His gut told him there was something fishy about finding the agent there, having Dean seen nowhere. He enters the room but suddenly feels somebody grab him from behind, twisting his arms behind his back. He knows it was Dean and suddenly it hits him, Nick is the siren and Dean is under his spell!
Sam tries to offend Nick by telling him how much of an ugly stripper he is. Nick is starting to explain to him that Dean did not want a striper as the perfect mate, but a brother he can trust and love, a brother who adores him. Sam starts to wonder if it really means Dean used to think of him as his true mate. Maybe he did. But it was all before everything. Before Azazel, before Hell, before the angels and especially before Ruby. No wonder Dean doesn’t trust him anymore, but he feels like there is no way he can explain his brother how he feels.
When Dean cuts his neck, it’s not the cut itself that scares him. It’s the fact that being held by Dean, being so obviously dominated by his brother not only arouses him, but he feels like everything just clicks into its place.
Then Nick comes closer and spits into his mouth. While wiping his mouth he closes his eyes. By the time he opens them again and looks up, Nick who he saw just a few seconds ago is gone and a different person is standing in front of him. He sees a tall man with bright green eyes, full, perfect pink lips, dirty blond hair and freckles splattered all over the man’s face. He sees Dean. A younger, brighter version of Dean. This Dean doesn’t look broken by Hell, there is still that flame in his eye he saw four years ago that night in his living room when Dean came for him to go and find Dad. He knows this Dean is fake, that it’s the siren making him see what he wants to see but he doesn’t care. Only he cares a lot. He feels relieved that it’s not his brother while at the same time, it is. He feels attracted to this creature, just like he felt drawn to that shapeshifter that took his brother’s form years ago. His mind is telling him the real Dean would never think of him that way, would never reciprocate his feelings, and having this creature playing the perfect Dean for him, he feels he could finally live the life he always dreamed of. No suppressed guilt for being a freak, a perv, lusting after his big brother; this is a brother who loves and fully accepts Sam for what he is.
When the siren tells them they have to fight each other for the siren’s love, he doesn’t think, he knows what he has to do. He has to kill the real Dean so both of them can be free. Dean can die and rest in peace, in Heaven, probably with Mom, Dad and Anna while Sam can be with the person he always dreamed of.
The things he tells Dean are lies, he knows, but he needs to piss his brother off so he and Dean can have an honest deathmatch. But the real Dean is only defending himself, even when he pushes Sam through the door. Sam is lying on the floor, looks at his brother when he finally realizes: he cannot live without Dean, never really could. That’s why he is so broken and twisted now and suddenly he wished Dean would end it all. He could get up and take Dean down but he doesn’t want to anymore. As the siren tells Dean to kill Sam for him, Sam looks at Dean who is looking back. Dean’s eyes are telling him that he is not doing it for the siren, for the fake impression of a little brother. He is doing it for Sam.
As Bobby interrupts and kills the creature, he feels like being robbed, it’s not only because the perfect mate is being taken away from him but because all his chances for salvation are gone. There is no unbroken Dean for him and he knows Dean won’t ever try to kill him again.
As Dean is asking him if they are good, he sighs and adds another lie to the thousands he told his brother lately; ”Yeah, we’re good,” and he feels as his soul is getting a little bit darker.