FILLED: And In My Soul, An Icy Dread RemainsauthoressnebulaApril 26 2011, 00:12:20 UTC
They were fine for the first couple of minutes. Sam was pissed off as much as Dean was, and together they were banging on the door and hollering for the hunter who'd locked them in. So they pushed and they shoved at the door and searched the walls, but nothing else was in there besides them and a few frozen chunks of meat hanging from the ceiling.
As soon as they sat down, though, Sam started acting different. "You okay?" Dean asked, watching as Sam shifted on the ground, trying to get comfortable.
"Yeah," Sam said, then shifted again. "Just...cold."
"And gonna get colder," Dean said, and Sam shivered. Dean frowned but stuck to his side of the freezer. It wasn't that big, and even on the opposite side of the wall Dean could easily tap Sam's boot with his own. "You want my jacket?"
Sam didn't respond right away, eyes focused on his hands. "Hey, Sam," Dean said, concern growing. He tapped his foot against Sam's one more time.
Sam blinked and jerked his head up. "Yeah?"
"You want my jacket?" Dean repeated, still frowning. Cold or not, hypothermia didn't set in that fast, and that was the only thing that could slow someone's reaction time like that.
Sam made a face and shook his head. "You're gonna need it," he said, then glanced towards the meat hanging from the ceiling. They were long, perfect slabs for punching, and Dean imagined himself having a Rocky moment, complete with his own theme song.
"Hey, Sam? Wanna hum the theme to 'Rocky' for me?"
Sam didn't respond again. Dean turned his gaze from the meat to Sam and found his brother staring at the meat with growing trepidation on his face. His hands kept falling to rest on the floor, then jerked up and away, only to fall back down and repeat the whole process again.
"Sam," Dean called. Sam didn't move. "Sam," Dean called again, more fervently this time. Sam still didn't move or give any indication that he'd heard his brother.
Concern was quickly growing into tiny tendrils of panic. "Sammy," Dean said, and kicked hard at his brother's boots. Sam's legs fell over onto the floor, and Sam hissed in surprise and fear before he curled them up against him.
All the while his eyes never left the slabs of meat.
Dean pushed himself off the floor (and god was it cold against his hands) to sit beside his brother. "Sammy," Dean called again, and he knew there was panic in his voice now, but his brother was attempting to go comatose in a freezer and hey, not cool, Sam. "Sammy, talk to me."
"So cold," Sam whispered, and Dean was so surprised to hear him respond that he almost missed with Sam said next. "I expected fire, you know? But it was just cold."
Oh god. Oh god no.
"Sammy, look at me," Dean said urgently, his fingers tapping on Sam's frozen cheeks. "Sammy, look at me, dammit!" Because he didn't have to look at the meat to know exactly what Sam was seeing. He'd been to Hell. He didn't think much was different in the Pit.
Except it had probably been Sam on the hooks, trussed up like meat, and if Dean finished that thought he was going to throw up.
Sam finally allowed his head to turn away from the meat. "Look at me," Dean insisted, trying to lock onto Sam's gaze. Sam dutifully looked at him for half a minute, and then his gaze went glassy, and Dean knew he could talk until he was blue in the face. He wasn't going to keep Sam's attention there with him until they were out. The icy floor, the cold air, all of it was going to keep reminding Sam of where he wasn't, of where he used to be.
FILLED: And In My Soul, An Icy Dread Remains, Pt. 2authoressnebulaApril 26 2011, 00:28:56 UTC
He stood fast and felt his legs were slow to respond. He forced them to move anyways, feeling the cold like a band around his chest. The walls were solid, there were no reachable vents, and no other door besides the one they'd gotten thrown through. Dean pushed and shoved and jiggled the latch, but nobody was going to get them out. The hunter had probably left them there. With the temperature the way it was, they'd be dead by the time the butcher's shop opened the next morning.
Sam would be gone long before then.
"Cas," Dean called out, not even bothering with prayer. "Cas, I know you're busy with the war but god, I need you here right now. Cas, please, I need you to get us out of this one."
A gasp and whimper from Sam drove Dean back to his brother. He slid to his knees, hands reaching to pull at Sam's shoulders. "Sammy, look at me," Dean tried again.
"Don't let him touch me," Sam pleaded, eyes focused elsewhere, back arching away from the frozen wall. "No, no, please no, don't-"
He trailed off into various pleas until he could barely be heard, but Dean heard him anyways. He heard the moment the pleas turned to begging. Dean pulled his coat off and wrapped it around Sam, trying to give him that much more padding. The cold air hit Dean's exposed forearms, but he fought back the chill and instead pulled Sam up against him. Anything to keep him warm.
"Balthazar," Dean called, blinking through the tears that had suddenly formed in his eyes. "C'mon, don't you want us to stick around so you can string us along and poke at us? That means you've gotta get us out of this. Please, just...get us out," he finished lamely. There was no rustling of wings, and Dean shut his eyes tight against the sting.
"Help me, please, don't...not the lake, Lucifer p-please..."
Dean choked on a sob and pulled Sam closer up against him. "You're not there," he managed to get out. "Sammy, you're here, with me, in some lame-ass freezer and you're not there, you hear me? Stay with me, Sammy. Please stay with me. Don't go there. Don't...just stay here. I'm here. I've got you, and I'm right here. Please just stay here."
When their pleas began to mingle, 'please' and 'help' and 'stay' all sounding from one voice, Dean pulled off his button off and set about stuffing it under Sam's jackets. Sam shivered and trembled all through Dean's arranging, until Dean's warm button up was right against Sam's skin, and the coats were all zipped up tight to keep the heat in. Then Sam was back against Dean, where Dean wrapped his hands around Sam's face and drew him in until they were breathing the same air. "Look at me," Dean pleaded. "You're here, Sammy, not there."
Sam swallowed and blinked twice. "D-Dean?"
Oh thank you god. "I'm right here," Dean rushed to tell him, giving him a relieved smile and a small laugh. "Right here, bro. Stay with me, all right? Stay away from the wall. Just be here with me. Focus on me, okay?"
Sam tried, and god, Dean could see it. But then Sam's face was twisting in pain and when he began shivering in earnest, Dean knew he was losing him. "No! Castiel, get down here, I need you," Dean begged to the ceiling. "Cas, please, get Sam out of this. Just get him out of here, you've got to have enough mojo to do that. Leave me if you have to, if you've only got time and concentration for one, but just...just get him out of here." Out of the man-made representation of Sam's Hell.
Sam was still trembling against him, eyes unfocused and distant and filled with tears. "Sammy," Dean whispered, trying to still Sam's sudden increase in shivers. Then he realized that it wasn't Sam that was shivering, but himself. He was down to a t-shirt that pulled up in the back, exposing more skin to the icy touch of the freezer. He blinked steadily through it and tried to keep Sam in his grasp. "I'm right here, Sammy. I've got you."
FILLED: And In My Soul, An Icy Dread Remains, Pt. 3 - EndauthoressnebulaApril 26 2011, 00:44:52 UTC
When Dean came to, he found himself covered with something scratchy but warm. It felt a lot like the sheets he'd covered himself with just the night before at the motel. Not the thin t-shirt he'd had left after-
The hunter. The freezer. Sammy.
"Sammy?" Dean yelled desperately, sitting up fast. The motel room around him swam for a long moment, but finally steadied. No one answered him. "Sammy?" he called again, panic blinding him to anything except his brother.
"Dean."
One voice and Dean could sort of breathe again. "Cas?"
Castiel smiled at him from beside his bed. "I'm glad to see you awake. You were both critical when I found you."
Sam. "Sam," Dean started, only to have Castiel nod to somewhere behind Dean. Dean whipped around so fast he thought he'd give himself whip-lash, but-
There, in his bed, was Sam. Eyes closed, breathing normally, with blankets piled on top of him. "Bobby assured me that once your core temperatures rose a bit more, you were both able to have more warmth," Castiel told him. "I...didn't understand the first aid of hypothermia. I do now."
Dean realized belatedly that his own bed was covered in blankets as well, but he wouldn't have cared if it was covered in troll snot. "Sam," he said again, seemingly unable to say anything else.
Then, like a miracle, the one voice he needed to hear called back, sounding sleepy and confused. "D'n?"
Dean wasted no time in hauling back the blankets from his own bed and shuffling the few extra steps over to Sam's. Sam's eyes were slits against the sun coming from the windows, but they were focused on Dean, and that was all he cared about. "Dean?" he said again, sounding more coherent.
"How are you feeling, Sam?"
Castiel's question took the words from Dean's mouth. Sam frowned slightly as he considered, right before he went pale. "Better," he managed after a moment. "I, uh...the wall didn't hold up very well in there. A couple of...of things came through." He looked away, as if ashamed, and screw that.
Dean took a seat on Sam's bed and hauled his brother up until Sam's head was near his hip, Dean's arms could wrap around Sam's torso and shoulders. "Not here now, though, right?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head almost immediately. "No. But in there, it was...it was bad." He shivered again, and for half a second, Dean was terrified that Sam wasn't going to come back.
But when he glanced up at Dean, his eyes weren't glassy, and it was clear. "I heard you," he said softly. "Through the ice and the pain. I kept hearing your voice. I kept telling myself that I wasn't really there, and I'd pull out, but between the floor and the meat slabs and the air in my lungs..."
"The Pit is cold," Castiel said knowingly, sympathy twisting his features for a second. Then it was gone, but Dean knew better than to think he still wasn't feeling it beneath the surface. "I'll deal with Evans, the hunter. Be well."
"Cas?" Dean called just as Castiel stepped back. Castiel waited, and Dean gave him a small smile. "Thank you," he said, putting all his sincerity into it. If it hadn't been for Cas, they'd have been sunk. And Sam would be gone.
Castiel gave a small smile in return, then vanished. Sam shivered against him, and Dean tugged and pulled until all the blankets were pulled up again. The warmth felt good, but knowing Sam was there with him, not somewhere else, was better.
Dean really hoped Cas gave it to the hunter for the both of them. If not, then Dean would just have to make sure it happened. No one threatened Sam and hurt Sam and got away with it.
He tightened his grasp around Sam and let himself breathe in the warm air of the motel room.
Re: FILLED: And In My Soul, An Icy Dread Remains, Pt. 3 - EndmarziebarzApril 26 2011, 08:09:39 UTC
Becuase The other one was so awesome I just couldn't resist, and I am so glad my willpower sucks so much when I'm tired, because this was made of just as much WIN as the first one. Poor Sam, and oh God now I kind wanna know what he was seeing because I'm sadistic like that. And Dean freaking out so much he asked Balthazar for help. And Cas to the rescue! WAY TO BE A GOOD PERSON CAS =D
Once again, MADE OF AWESOME AND FILLED WITH WIN!!! ^_^
Re: FILLED: And In My Soul, An Icy Dread Remains, Pt. 3 - EndwallflowerladyApril 26 2011, 09:15:46 UTC
AWESOME. I love cold Sam... and terrified flash-back Sam... and I just adore Dean giving up all his own warm clothes because he's so scared for Sam. And then a lovely bit of cuddling at the end :-D
As soon as they sat down, though, Sam started acting different. "You okay?" Dean asked, watching as Sam shifted on the ground, trying to get comfortable.
"Yeah," Sam said, then shifted again. "Just...cold."
"And gonna get colder," Dean said, and Sam shivered. Dean frowned but stuck to his side of the freezer. It wasn't that big, and even on the opposite side of the wall Dean could easily tap Sam's boot with his own. "You want my jacket?"
Sam didn't respond right away, eyes focused on his hands. "Hey, Sam," Dean said, concern growing. He tapped his foot against Sam's one more time.
Sam blinked and jerked his head up. "Yeah?"
"You want my jacket?" Dean repeated, still frowning. Cold or not, hypothermia didn't set in that fast, and that was the only thing that could slow someone's reaction time like that.
Sam made a face and shook his head. "You're gonna need it," he said, then glanced towards the meat hanging from the ceiling. They were long, perfect slabs for punching, and Dean imagined himself having a Rocky moment, complete with his own theme song.
"Hey, Sam? Wanna hum the theme to 'Rocky' for me?"
Sam didn't respond again. Dean turned his gaze from the meat to Sam and found his brother staring at the meat with growing trepidation on his face. His hands kept falling to rest on the floor, then jerked up and away, only to fall back down and repeat the whole process again.
"Sam," Dean called. Sam didn't move. "Sam," Dean called again, more fervently this time. Sam still didn't move or give any indication that he'd heard his brother.
Concern was quickly growing into tiny tendrils of panic. "Sammy," Dean said, and kicked hard at his brother's boots. Sam's legs fell over onto the floor, and Sam hissed in surprise and fear before he curled them up against him.
All the while his eyes never left the slabs of meat.
Dean pushed himself off the floor (and god was it cold against his hands) to sit beside his brother. "Sammy," Dean called again, and he knew there was panic in his voice now, but his brother was attempting to go comatose in a freezer and hey, not cool, Sam. "Sammy, talk to me."
"So cold," Sam whispered, and Dean was so surprised to hear him respond that he almost missed with Sam said next. "I expected fire, you know? But it was just cold."
Oh god. Oh god no.
"Sammy, look at me," Dean said urgently, his fingers tapping on Sam's frozen cheeks. "Sammy, look at me, dammit!" Because he didn't have to look at the meat to know exactly what Sam was seeing. He'd been to Hell. He didn't think much was different in the Pit.
Except it had probably been Sam on the hooks, trussed up like meat, and if Dean finished that thought he was going to throw up.
Sam finally allowed his head to turn away from the meat. "Look at me," Dean insisted, trying to lock onto Sam's gaze. Sam dutifully looked at him for half a minute, and then his gaze went glassy, and Dean knew he could talk until he was blue in the face. He wasn't going to keep Sam's attention there with him until they were out. The icy floor, the cold air, all of it was going to keep reminding Sam of where he wasn't, of where he used to be.
Dean had to get them out.
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Sam would be gone long before then.
"Cas," Dean called out, not even bothering with prayer. "Cas, I know you're busy with the war but god, I need you here right now. Cas, please, I need you to get us out of this one."
A gasp and whimper from Sam drove Dean back to his brother. He slid to his knees, hands reaching to pull at Sam's shoulders. "Sammy, look at me," Dean tried again.
"Don't let him touch me," Sam pleaded, eyes focused elsewhere, back arching away from the frozen wall. "No, no, please no, don't-"
He trailed off into various pleas until he could barely be heard, but Dean heard him anyways. He heard the moment the pleas turned to begging. Dean pulled his coat off and wrapped it around Sam, trying to give him that much more padding. The cold air hit Dean's exposed forearms, but he fought back the chill and instead pulled Sam up against him. Anything to keep him warm.
"Balthazar," Dean called, blinking through the tears that had suddenly formed in his eyes. "C'mon, don't you want us to stick around so you can string us along and poke at us? That means you've gotta get us out of this. Please, just...get us out," he finished lamely. There was no rustling of wings, and Dean shut his eyes tight against the sting.
"Help me, please, don't...not the lake, Lucifer p-please..."
Dean choked on a sob and pulled Sam closer up against him. "You're not there," he managed to get out. "Sammy, you're here, with me, in some lame-ass freezer and you're not there, you hear me? Stay with me, Sammy. Please stay with me. Don't go there. Don't...just stay here. I'm here. I've got you, and I'm right here. Please just stay here."
When their pleas began to mingle, 'please' and 'help' and 'stay' all sounding from one voice, Dean pulled off his button off and set about stuffing it under Sam's jackets. Sam shivered and trembled all through Dean's arranging, until Dean's warm button up was right against Sam's skin, and the coats were all zipped up tight to keep the heat in. Then Sam was back against Dean, where Dean wrapped his hands around Sam's face and drew him in until they were breathing the same air. "Look at me," Dean pleaded. "You're here, Sammy, not there."
Sam swallowed and blinked twice. "D-Dean?"
Oh thank you god. "I'm right here," Dean rushed to tell him, giving him a relieved smile and a small laugh. "Right here, bro. Stay with me, all right? Stay away from the wall. Just be here with me. Focus on me, okay?"
Sam tried, and god, Dean could see it. But then Sam's face was twisting in pain and when he began shivering in earnest, Dean knew he was losing him. "No! Castiel, get down here, I need you," Dean begged to the ceiling. "Cas, please, get Sam out of this. Just get him out of here, you've got to have enough mojo to do that. Leave me if you have to, if you've only got time and concentration for one, but just...just get him out of here." Out of the man-made representation of Sam's Hell.
Sam was still trembling against him, eyes unfocused and distant and filled with tears. "Sammy," Dean whispered, trying to still Sam's sudden increase in shivers. Then he realized that it wasn't Sam that was shivering, but himself. He was down to a t-shirt that pulled up in the back, exposing more skin to the icy touch of the freezer. He blinked steadily through it and tried to keep Sam in his grasp. "I'm right here, Sammy. I've got you."
And then everything went dark.
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The hunter. The freezer. Sammy.
"Sammy?" Dean yelled desperately, sitting up fast. The motel room around him swam for a long moment, but finally steadied. No one answered him. "Sammy?" he called again, panic blinding him to anything except his brother.
"Dean."
One voice and Dean could sort of breathe again. "Cas?"
Castiel smiled at him from beside his bed. "I'm glad to see you awake. You were both critical when I found you."
Sam. "Sam," Dean started, only to have Castiel nod to somewhere behind Dean. Dean whipped around so fast he thought he'd give himself whip-lash, but-
There, in his bed, was Sam. Eyes closed, breathing normally, with blankets piled on top of him. "Bobby assured me that once your core temperatures rose a bit more, you were both able to have more warmth," Castiel told him. "I...didn't understand the first aid of hypothermia. I do now."
Dean realized belatedly that his own bed was covered in blankets as well, but he wouldn't have cared if it was covered in troll snot. "Sam," he said again, seemingly unable to say anything else.
Then, like a miracle, the one voice he needed to hear called back, sounding sleepy and confused. "D'n?"
Dean wasted no time in hauling back the blankets from his own bed and shuffling the few extra steps over to Sam's. Sam's eyes were slits against the sun coming from the windows, but they were focused on Dean, and that was all he cared about. "Dean?" he said again, sounding more coherent.
"How are you feeling, Sam?"
Castiel's question took the words from Dean's mouth. Sam frowned slightly as he considered, right before he went pale. "Better," he managed after a moment. "I, uh...the wall didn't hold up very well in there. A couple of...of things came through." He looked away, as if ashamed, and screw that.
Dean took a seat on Sam's bed and hauled his brother up until Sam's head was near his hip, Dean's arms could wrap around Sam's torso and shoulders. "Not here now, though, right?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head almost immediately. "No. But in there, it was...it was bad." He shivered again, and for half a second, Dean was terrified that Sam wasn't going to come back.
But when he glanced up at Dean, his eyes weren't glassy, and it was clear. "I heard you," he said softly. "Through the ice and the pain. I kept hearing your voice. I kept telling myself that I wasn't really there, and I'd pull out, but between the floor and the meat slabs and the air in my lungs..."
"The Pit is cold," Castiel said knowingly, sympathy twisting his features for a second. Then it was gone, but Dean knew better than to think he still wasn't feeling it beneath the surface. "I'll deal with Evans, the hunter. Be well."
"Cas?" Dean called just as Castiel stepped back. Castiel waited, and Dean gave him a small smile. "Thank you," he said, putting all his sincerity into it. If it hadn't been for Cas, they'd have been sunk. And Sam would be gone.
Castiel gave a small smile in return, then vanished. Sam shivered against him, and Dean tugged and pulled until all the blankets were pulled up again. The warmth felt good, but knowing Sam was there with him, not somewhere else, was better.
Dean really hoped Cas gave it to the hunter for the both of them. If not, then Dean would just have to make sure it happened. No one threatened Sam and hurt Sam and got away with it.
He tightened his grasp around Sam and let himself breathe in the warm air of the motel room.
~Nebula
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More hearts for you.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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Once again, MADE OF AWESOME AND FILLED WITH WIN!!! ^_^
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RIGHT THERE. You killed me RIGHT THERE.
This was lovely and heartbreaking and awesome. Thank you for the fill! <3
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