comment fic meme!
Following the results of the poll we took last month (don't make it easy on us or anything, guys, haha!), we've decided to hold a comment fic meme once every three months. This gives everyone time to write and prompt to their heart's content, and allows us mods to keep up with y'all. And we're starting right now!
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But the djinn had found Sam anyway, and he hadn’t been able to take care of one stupid genie on his own. He did nothing but screw up. Of course Dean would be pissed that Sam had been involved in the hunt after all the trouble he went to to keep him out of it. Sam had no defense for that and decided he’d rather get Dean’s anger out in the air than let it fester. Dean had clearly had to look after Sam once he’d passed out-once more having to fix things that Sam couldn’t take care of. With a resigned sigh, Sam finally looked at his brother.
Dean was sitting in a chair next to his bed. He was wearing the same clothes he’d had on when he’d broken the door down. He also didn’t look like he’d shaved in a few days. Sam frowned, trying to make sense of that-how long had he been out?-when he noticed that the wall behind Dean was white. The Red Rock Motel had red brick walls.
“Where are we?” Sam asked, figuring that was a safe topic.
“Motel three towns over,” Dean replied, settling back in his chair. “How’re you feeling?”
Sam frowned but Dean looked like he wanted an honest answer. “Like shit,” he said.
Dean snorted. “I’m sure. You took a pretty rough beating.” He smiled slightly. “But you sure as hell look better than the djinn.”
“You get it?”
“Yep.”
Sam nodded and they fell into an uncomfortable silence. Finally, Sam spoke. “Dean, I’m so-”
“Sam,” Dean growled, “if the rest of that sentence is ‘I’m sorry,’ just can it.” Sam shut his mouth and Dean nodded. “This isn’t your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“But…” Sam tried to protest, but Dean shook his head.
“I was the idiot that went after the djinn alone. Dad always said to take backup into even the simplest hunt.”
“Dad also said to have backup you can trust,” Sam countered. And Sam knew he was at the bottom of that list after everything he’d done.
Something unreadable crossed Dean’s face and Sam slumped further into the pillow. “I trust you, Sam.”
Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Dean, you don’t have to-”
“Dammit, Sam!” Sam started and Dean rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not,” Dean replied. “God, Sammy, you’re my little brother.”
“And I betrayed you,” Sam supplied, doing his best not to flinch at the memories. “I started the Apocalypse. I know.” Boy did he know.
But Dean was shaking his head adamantly. “You made some bad choices, yeah. But this isn’t all your fault. And I can’t stand seeing that look on your face.”
Sam blinked. “What look?”
“That freaked out look!” Dean exploded, jumping to his feet. The chair clattered to the floor behind him. “Jesus, Sam. You’re afraid of me. My own little brother is afraid of me. And I’m supposed to be looking out for you.”
“I-”
“I saw it when I came into the room when the djinn had you. You were more afraid of me with a knife in my hand that the freaking monster that had its hands around your throat!” Dean was pacing up and down the side of Sam’s bed as he yelled. He suddenly stopped and sank onto the mattress at Sam’s hip. Sam tried not to flinch away at the proximity.
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“No, I get it. I deserve it.”
“No, you don’t,” Dean said. “You’re my little brother. You’re a pain in the ass, but you’re still mine.” He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes going far away. “I’ve been pissed, yeah.”
“Hurt,” Sam added for him when he seemed loath to continue. “Betrayed.”
“Yeah.” Dean shook himself and looked back to Sam. “But I would never hunt you, Sammy. Never.”
Sam’s mind went blank, like he’d overloaded on information.
“If I didn’t know you, I’d want to hunt you.”
Sam didn’t know how to react to this. It just seemed too good to be true. Could Dean really mean it? Could he dare to hope that Dean really meant it? The last time something seemed right like this, he’d gotten addicted to demon blood and opened Lucifer’s cage. He didn’t deserve what Dean was offering.
“Why?” Sam whispered.
Dean gave him a sad smile. “Because you’re my brother, moron.”
And Sam knew without a doubt that Dean meant it. “Yeah, okay.”
- Finis -
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Thank you SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH for not only filling my prompt, but filling it with this AWESOMENESS. Oh my god I love it. Sam being afraid of Dean in both worlds, the serial killer awesomeness, Dean coming to a realization but it being so in character-
You rock my socks. \o/
~Nebula
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*gives them snuggles*
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You did a beautiful job with the prompt. The nightmare world was so vivid, and I wanted to wrap my arms around poor abused Sam. He was so utterly broken -- in both worlds.
Those two need to have needed a long heart-to-heart since Zachariah mangled their phone calls. Maybe they'll finally get around to it while Sam heals.
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