Fic: There'll Be Peace (When You Are Done), Glee SPN!AU, Andercest, PG-13
This is another fic based on Tumblr art. (This in specific.)
Title: There'll Be Peace (When You Are Done)
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Glee (SPN!AU)
Pairing: Andercest (Blaine/Cooper)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Anderson brothers are killed by fellow hunters. Which would be just some more crazy shit for them to overcome, except that only Cooper gets sent to Heaven.
The scariest moment of Cooper's life actually comes after he's already dead.
Not counting the moment before he got here, when he watched his brother take a shotgun blast at point blank range straight to the chest.
("You'd better kill me..." The words were past Cooper's numb lips before Blaine's body hit the hotel bed behind him. "You'd better kill me."
"You heard the man."
"Earl-"
"You want Cooper Anderson on our asses after we snuffed his baby brother? Take the goddamned shot!"
"You'd better fucking kill me, you fucking-")
Cooper looks into Joshua's calm face and feels a fear unlike anything he's ever felt before.
"Where is he?"
"How do you know he isn't here? Somewhere... Living out his favoritememories, just as you would be if you would only accept-"
"A lie?" Possibly, disrespecting one of the oldest and most powerful angels in all of existence is a dumbass move. But Cooper has only one setting when it comes to finding Blaine after Blaine's gone missing - and that's fast forward. It doesn't apparently matter what - or who he has to go forward through; vampires, demons, the devil, archangels... "That was McKinley High School back there. That was Blaine's memory. This is his Heaven, too, not just mine. That means, if he isn't here, he isn't anywhere."
Cooper's trying very hard not to think about the implications of that. 'Soulmates,' Roary said, 'don' 'av th'r own space up here. They share jus' th' one.'
It's one thing for Cooper to believe that he and his brother are meant to be together - forever - it's another to have Heaven acknowledge the fact. Especially considering Blaine's current absence.
"Oh, he's somewhere," says Joshua, his eyes somber and his voice quiet.
If Cooper had a heart right now he thinks it would be racing.
"He's not-"
Cooper can't even say it. He hasn't been able to think it, although the alternative to here is pretty obvious.
It's not so obvious when it's Blaine. Blaine can't be down... there. Certainly not if Cooper's up here.
"It isn't always easy to understand..." Joshua begins to explain, but Cooper tunes him out.
He knows an indirect 'yes' when he hears one. And now his nonexistent heart is breaking.
"There's only one thing you need to understand," Cooper says, interrupting the Gardener. "And that's that Blaine doesn't belong down there. He belongs up here. Why isn't he? Is it because of me?"
Soulmates share Heaven. That means that Cooper and Blaine are soulmates; Heaven accepts it. So surely it can't be so bad that they've also been-
As for anything else Blaine may have done to get himself condemned, it was all because of the hunting, and Cooper had practically dragged Blaine into that.
"Nothing you have or have not done has determined your brother's fate, son," Joshua says.
"Great. So you admit that somebody made a mistake. Now you can pull him back up here."
"It isn't that simple, Cooper."
"It isn't complicated," Cooper disagrees. To him, this is the simplest decision in the world. "You either pull him up here, or you tell me how I get down there."
Yes, Cooper knows what he's saying. Despite what Blaine always says, Cooper isn't the best brother in the world. At times he's selfish. He distributes the grunt work that comes with their jobs unevenly and he takes too much of what little credit they receive. He's older than Blaine... by quite a bit. Which means he should have been the one to protect Blaine. To resist the temptation of their attraction and to encourage Blaine to make a normal life for himself.
Instead, he'd taken everything his brother had offered him - which was everything Blaine had. He'd ruined opportunity after opportunity for Blaine to build a future for himself that didn't include hunting. That didn't include Cooper.
But would Cooper trade places with Blaine if it meant suffering more than even he can imagine, after what he's seen of Hell on earth?
Cooper looks Joshua right in the eye and knows that he would. In a heartbeat.
It's Blaine.
Cooper can cross any line except the one that leaves his baby brother behind.
"You really mean that, don't you?" the archangel in the old man suit says. "You know we're not talking about a day trip, now? If you go, you go for good... You can't save him. All you can do is burn with him. Forever."
There's an intensity in Joshua's voice, and in his eyes, as he speaks, and Cooper knows he's not just talking in hypotheticals, humoring the melodramatic human.
A part of Cooper is quivering in terror, but the part that's hunted since he was eleven - the part that raised Blaine, on the road, in a world full of monsters, practically alone - is just grateful that all he had to do was ask.
"We'll see about that," Cooper can only say. He's been up against impossible odds before. Maybe not Hell impossible, literally... But if there's one thing the supernatural world should have learned in the last eighteen years, it's that you should never underestimate the Anderson brothers. Cooper's not going to underestimate them now.
Joshua stares at him. Cooper can almost feel his gaze, and is reminded again that what he's speaking to right now is only superficially human.
Cooper steels himself. Unsure if Joshua won't punctuate the end of their discussion by striking Cooper straight down to Hell this instant.
And then... Joshua smiles.
No small, polite smile, either; he grins. As if Cooper's done some wonderful, or maybe just wonderfully entertaining thing.
Maybe a sane man would feel relieved that apparently Joshua had simply been humoring him, but all Cooper feels is the return of that breathless panic that had assaulted him as soon as he realized that Blaine isn't here. That he has no idea how to get to him.
If Joshua won't send Cooper to Hell, then Cooper's going to have to get himself there. And what will he have to do in Heaven to make that happen, if everything he did on earth didn't do the trick? Cooper feels sick thinking about it.
But Joshua's voice sounds warm, not mocking, when he says, "Well, then. That's all we needed to know."
"All you needed to know for wh-"
Cooper blinks and Joshua is abruptly standing right in front of him, his hand raised and two fingers outstretched towards Cooper's temple.
The look on the angel's old man face captures Cooper's attention before he flinch away from the touch or protest against it.
"You'll remember this trip to Heaven," Joshua says, making Cooper's head spin with the way he says 'this trip'. "You remember what you were willing to give up for your brother. That you love him that much.He's going to need you to remember."
Joshua touches Cooper's forehead and Heaven disappears. Cooper is lying on his back on an uncomfortable in the same cheap motel room he'd died in.
All he can see above him is popcorn spackled ceiling and blood splatter. He can feel more blood sticky on his skin, soaked into his clothes, although he no longer has any buckshot wounds.
C ooper's been brought back from the dead, and it's the third 'scariest moment' he's experienced since those idiots, Roy and Earl, came gunning for his brother armed with lies and speculation.
It's scary because Cooper knows who- what is lying in the bed next to his.
He knows that if he turns his head, and sees Blaine's bloody, buckshot-torn body-
Tears gather in Cooper's eyes. He pants. His chest tightens so quickly he sees spots at the corners of his eyes.
He can beg an angel to condemn him to Hell just to get a glimpse of his brother's spirit, but Cooper can't face Blaine's corpse knowing that he failed. He can't.
Cooper is so busy panicking that he doesn't hear the sound of someone's breathing in the room besides his own.
Not until he hears the voice that goes with it. "Coop..."
Cooper's head whips to the right.
Blaine isn't lying in the other bed, dead. He's sitting up... staring at what should have been a fist-sized hole in his smooth, unmarred chest through the tatters of his button up shirt. He's just as bloody and unharmed as Cooper.
"Cooper, what-"
Cooper isn't going to question this good fortune. Not right now. He rolls and leaps off of his bed and towards Blaine, seeing the look of horror that crosses Blaine's face when he sees Cooper's bloody clothing in the second that it takes him to wrap Blaine up in his arms and bind the two of them in a crushing embrace.
"Coop-"
"It's okay. It's okay, Blainey. We're alive. It's okay...."
Cooper strokes the back of Blaine's head; he presses kisses wherever he can reach. He's almost rocking the two of them as he clutches Blaine to him and Blaine clutches back.
But it's clear who Cooper's trying to comfort with his words. And still he can't stop saying them until he can really register the tickle of Blaine's breath against his skin where Blaine's face is pressed into the curve of his neck. Until he can feel Blaine's hands rubbing his back.
"You're okay, Blaine?" This time Cooper makes it a question.
"I'm okay, Coop," Blaine says immediately. He doesn't sound like he's lying. "We're okay. How are we okay?"
"You don't remember anything?"
The thought makes Cooper want to panic again. Joshua said that Cooper would remember Heaven... Does that mean that Blaine will remember Hell? What must that have been like? How bad can you hurt a guy, in Hell, in the amount of time that Cooper spent in Heaven?
Cooper's guessing pretty damned bad.
But Blaine says, "No. I just remember those men-"
Cooper's pulled back far enough to see Blaine's face. To look him over and see for himself that Blaine isn't hurt in some other way than the gunshot he took to the chest, which - yes, Cooper was right - seems now not to have happened. He's running his hands over Blaine's body, but stops when he touches Blaine's right shoulder through his shirt and Blaine hisses in pain.
"What? What is it?"
"I don't know. Something's-"
Blaine strips out of the remains of his shirt. Something he's done for Cooper many times in a much less gruesome context. But this time, Cooper's eyes don't go straight to his brother's naked, defined chest.
They go to the handprint that's been burned into Blaine's right shoulder. The skin there is still raised and red, like he's recently been branded.
Blaine looks up at Cooper immediately, eyes wide and frightened.
"Cooper! What is that?"
Cooper doesn't answer.
Someone else does. And this time, Cooper didn't miss the sound of his breathing because he was preoccupied.
He missed it because the guy isn't breathing.
He isn't moving. He's just standing, on the other side of the motel room, staring at Cooper and Blaine with no expression on his face.
"That is where I gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," he says.
Cooper and Blaine both act on instinct.
After all that's happened in the last twenty-four hours, the primary instinct Cooper is feeling is to protect Blaine. So he turns towards the stranger, keeping Blaine behind his back, as if to shield his brother with his body.
Blaine's instinct is apparently to shoot something in the face...
Because he lunges back on his bed for the pistol sitting on his nightstand. The one he hadn't had time to reach for when Roy shot him with the shotgun.
It's the Colt. One of the two weapons they have that will kill anything.
Blaine aims and fires, and a bullet hole immediately appears in the center of their strange visitor's forehead.
But the guy doesn't blink. He barely flinched when the bullet hit it's target. His eyes cross momentarily, in a way that would be comical if Cooper and Blaine weren't currently terrified, and then close.
In seconds, the bullet is pushing itself out of the man's head and falling to the motel room floor.
The stranger opens his eyes and there isn't even a mark on him to prove that he's just been shot.
"What are you?" Cooper's glad that Blaine asks, because he's momentarily at a loss for how to speak.
"I am called Samuel. I am an angel of the Lord." The man - no, angel (of course... more angels) replies, looking straight at Cooper's brother. "And we have work for you."
[end]
Title: There'll Be Peace (When You Are Done)
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Glee (SPN!AU)
Pairing: Andercest (Blaine/Cooper)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Anderson brothers are killed by fellow hunters. Which would be just some more crazy shit for them to overcome, except that only Cooper gets sent to Heaven.
The scariest moment of Cooper's life actually comes after he's already dead.
Not counting the moment before he got here, when he watched his brother take a shotgun blast at point blank range straight to the chest.
("You'd better kill me..." The words were past Cooper's numb lips before Blaine's body hit the hotel bed behind him. "You'd better kill me."
"You heard the man."
"Earl-"
"You want Cooper Anderson on our asses after we snuffed his baby brother? Take the goddamned shot!"
"You'd better fucking kill me, you fucking-")
Cooper looks into Joshua's calm face and feels a fear unlike anything he's ever felt before.
"Where is he?"
"How do you know he isn't here? Somewhere... Living out his favoritememories, just as you would be if you would only accept-"
"A lie?" Possibly, disrespecting one of the oldest and most powerful angels in all of existence is a dumbass move. But Cooper has only one setting when it comes to finding Blaine after Blaine's gone missing - and that's fast forward. It doesn't apparently matter what - or who he has to go forward through; vampires, demons, the devil, archangels... "That was McKinley High School back there. That was Blaine's memory. This is his Heaven, too, not just mine. That means, if he isn't here, he isn't anywhere."
Cooper's trying very hard not to think about the implications of that. 'Soulmates,' Roary said, 'don' 'av th'r own space up here. They share jus' th' one.'
It's one thing for Cooper to believe that he and his brother are meant to be together - forever - it's another to have Heaven acknowledge the fact. Especially considering Blaine's current absence.
"Oh, he's somewhere," says Joshua, his eyes somber and his voice quiet.
If Cooper had a heart right now he thinks it would be racing.
"He's not-"
Cooper can't even say it. He hasn't been able to think it, although the alternative to here is pretty obvious.
It's not so obvious when it's Blaine. Blaine can't be down... there. Certainly not if Cooper's up here.
"It isn't always easy to understand..." Joshua begins to explain, but Cooper tunes him out.
He knows an indirect 'yes' when he hears one. And now his nonexistent heart is breaking.
"There's only one thing you need to understand," Cooper says, interrupting the Gardener. "And that's that Blaine doesn't belong down there. He belongs up here. Why isn't he? Is it because of me?"
Soulmates share Heaven. That means that Cooper and Blaine are soulmates; Heaven accepts it. So surely it can't be so bad that they've also been-
As for anything else Blaine may have done to get himself condemned, it was all because of the hunting, and Cooper had practically dragged Blaine into that.
"Nothing you have or have not done has determined your brother's fate, son," Joshua says.
"Great. So you admit that somebody made a mistake. Now you can pull him back up here."
"It isn't that simple, Cooper."
"It isn't complicated," Cooper disagrees. To him, this is the simplest decision in the world. "You either pull him up here, or you tell me how I get down there."
Yes, Cooper knows what he's saying. Despite what Blaine always says, Cooper isn't the best brother in the world. At times he's selfish. He distributes the grunt work that comes with their jobs unevenly and he takes too much of what little credit they receive. He's older than Blaine... by quite a bit. Which means he should have been the one to protect Blaine. To resist the temptation of their attraction and to encourage Blaine to make a normal life for himself.
Instead, he'd taken everything his brother had offered him - which was everything Blaine had. He'd ruined opportunity after opportunity for Blaine to build a future for himself that didn't include hunting. That didn't include Cooper.
But would Cooper trade places with Blaine if it meant suffering more than even he can imagine, after what he's seen of Hell on earth?
Cooper looks Joshua right in the eye and knows that he would. In a heartbeat.
It's Blaine.
Cooper can cross any line except the one that leaves his baby brother behind.
"You really mean that, don't you?" the archangel in the old man suit says. "You know we're not talking about a day trip, now? If you go, you go for good... You can't save him. All you can do is burn with him. Forever."
There's an intensity in Joshua's voice, and in his eyes, as he speaks, and Cooper knows he's not just talking in hypotheticals, humoring the melodramatic human.
A part of Cooper is quivering in terror, but the part that's hunted since he was eleven - the part that raised Blaine, on the road, in a world full of monsters, practically alone - is just grateful that all he had to do was ask.
"We'll see about that," Cooper can only say. He's been up against impossible odds before. Maybe not Hell impossible, literally... But if there's one thing the supernatural world should have learned in the last eighteen years, it's that you should never underestimate the Anderson brothers. Cooper's not going to underestimate them now.
Joshua stares at him. Cooper can almost feel his gaze, and is reminded again that what he's speaking to right now is only superficially human.
Cooper steels himself. Unsure if Joshua won't punctuate the end of their discussion by striking Cooper straight down to Hell this instant.
And then... Joshua smiles.
No small, polite smile, either; he grins. As if Cooper's done some wonderful, or maybe just wonderfully entertaining thing.
Maybe a sane man would feel relieved that apparently Joshua had simply been humoring him, but all Cooper feels is the return of that breathless panic that had assaulted him as soon as he realized that Blaine isn't here. That he has no idea how to get to him.
If Joshua won't send Cooper to Hell, then Cooper's going to have to get himself there. And what will he have to do in Heaven to make that happen, if everything he did on earth didn't do the trick? Cooper feels sick thinking about it.
But Joshua's voice sounds warm, not mocking, when he says, "Well, then. That's all we needed to know."
"All you needed to know for wh-"
Cooper blinks and Joshua is abruptly standing right in front of him, his hand raised and two fingers outstretched towards Cooper's temple.
The look on the angel's old man face captures Cooper's attention before he flinch away from the touch or protest against it.
"You'll remember this trip to Heaven," Joshua says, making Cooper's head spin with the way he says 'this trip'. "You remember what you were willing to give up for your brother. That you love him that much.He's going to need you to remember."
Joshua touches Cooper's forehead and Heaven disappears. Cooper is lying on his back on an uncomfortable in the same cheap motel room he'd died in.
All he can see above him is popcorn spackled ceiling and blood splatter. He can feel more blood sticky on his skin, soaked into his clothes, although he no longer has any buckshot wounds.
C ooper's been brought back from the dead, and it's the third 'scariest moment' he's experienced since those idiots, Roy and Earl, came gunning for his brother armed with lies and speculation.
It's scary because Cooper knows who- what is lying in the bed next to his.
He knows that if he turns his head, and sees Blaine's bloody, buckshot-torn body-
Tears gather in Cooper's eyes. He pants. His chest tightens so quickly he sees spots at the corners of his eyes.
He can beg an angel to condemn him to Hell just to get a glimpse of his brother's spirit, but Cooper can't face Blaine's corpse knowing that he failed. He can't.
Cooper is so busy panicking that he doesn't hear the sound of someone's breathing in the room besides his own.
Not until he hears the voice that goes with it. "Coop..."
Cooper's head whips to the right.
Blaine isn't lying in the other bed, dead. He's sitting up... staring at what should have been a fist-sized hole in his smooth, unmarred chest through the tatters of his button up shirt. He's just as bloody and unharmed as Cooper.
"Cooper, what-"
Cooper isn't going to question this good fortune. Not right now. He rolls and leaps off of his bed and towards Blaine, seeing the look of horror that crosses Blaine's face when he sees Cooper's bloody clothing in the second that it takes him to wrap Blaine up in his arms and bind the two of them in a crushing embrace.
"Coop-"
"It's okay. It's okay, Blainey. We're alive. It's okay...."
Cooper strokes the back of Blaine's head; he presses kisses wherever he can reach. He's almost rocking the two of them as he clutches Blaine to him and Blaine clutches back.
But it's clear who Cooper's trying to comfort with his words. And still he can't stop saying them until he can really register the tickle of Blaine's breath against his skin where Blaine's face is pressed into the curve of his neck. Until he can feel Blaine's hands rubbing his back.
"You're okay, Blaine?" This time Cooper makes it a question.
"I'm okay, Coop," Blaine says immediately. He doesn't sound like he's lying. "We're okay. How are we okay?"
"You don't remember anything?"
The thought makes Cooper want to panic again. Joshua said that Cooper would remember Heaven... Does that mean that Blaine will remember Hell? What must that have been like? How bad can you hurt a guy, in Hell, in the amount of time that Cooper spent in Heaven?
Cooper's guessing pretty damned bad.
But Blaine says, "No. I just remember those men-"
Cooper's pulled back far enough to see Blaine's face. To look him over and see for himself that Blaine isn't hurt in some other way than the gunshot he took to the chest, which - yes, Cooper was right - seems now not to have happened. He's running his hands over Blaine's body, but stops when he touches Blaine's right shoulder through his shirt and Blaine hisses in pain.
"What? What is it?"
"I don't know. Something's-"
Blaine strips out of the remains of his shirt. Something he's done for Cooper many times in a much less gruesome context. But this time, Cooper's eyes don't go straight to his brother's naked, defined chest.
They go to the handprint that's been burned into Blaine's right shoulder. The skin there is still raised and red, like he's recently been branded.
Blaine looks up at Cooper immediately, eyes wide and frightened.
"Cooper! What is that?"
Cooper doesn't answer.
Someone else does. And this time, Cooper didn't miss the sound of his breathing because he was preoccupied.
He missed it because the guy isn't breathing.
He isn't moving. He's just standing, on the other side of the motel room, staring at Cooper and Blaine with no expression on his face.
"That is where I gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," he says.
Cooper and Blaine both act on instinct.
After all that's happened in the last twenty-four hours, the primary instinct Cooper is feeling is to protect Blaine. So he turns towards the stranger, keeping Blaine behind his back, as if to shield his brother with his body.
Blaine's instinct is apparently to shoot something in the face...
Because he lunges back on his bed for the pistol sitting on his nightstand. The one he hadn't had time to reach for when Roy shot him with the shotgun.
It's the Colt. One of the two weapons they have that will kill anything.
Blaine aims and fires, and a bullet hole immediately appears in the center of their strange visitor's forehead.
But the guy doesn't blink. He barely flinched when the bullet hit it's target. His eyes cross momentarily, in a way that would be comical if Cooper and Blaine weren't currently terrified, and then close.
In seconds, the bullet is pushing itself out of the man's head and falling to the motel room floor.
The stranger opens his eyes and there isn't even a mark on him to prove that he's just been shot.
"What are you?" Cooper's glad that Blaine asks, because he's momentarily at a loss for how to speak.
"I am called Samuel. I am an angel of the Lord." The man - no, angel (of course... more angels) replies, looking straight at Cooper's brother. "And we have work for you."
[end]