Err...since its apparently okay for multiple people to fill the same prompt, I also took a shot at this one. Definitely don't want this to take away from Hollyhobbit's but this sunk its hooks into me last night.
I'm apparently better at the hurt than I am at the comfort, unfortunately. Sorry, Sam.
In the Cage
Adam leans over him, knife hand shaking violently.
And Sam forgives him.
It doesn't hurt any less.
After the Cage
It still floors Sam sometimes to realize that technically speaking, he's spent far more years of his life with Adam, the brother he never knew he had, than with Dean, the brother who practically raised him.
Adam knew him more intimately too. Learned to speak Sam in all the ways that counted. Count.
Sam rides shotgun in the Impala and watches as an orange-red flare of sunlight hits the windshield, shooting off gold sparks on the edges of his vision.
Adam had been the best at fire. A real artist with a blow torch.
So said the Devil. So say we all.
In the Cage
Lucifer gives them a choice. The Devil always makes you choose. It's kind of his thing.
Sam says no. He says no and no and no again.
People think Sam only knows how to say yes, and he supposes that he can't blame them for that. But really, he has had a lot of practice with saying no.
Adam says yes.
Lucifer is delighted and promptly vows to teach Adam everything he knows.
Sam reminds himself that Adam is young, that Adam doesn't have experience or training the way Sam does, that it's more than a little bit Sam's fault that Adam is here in the first place.
It doesn't make the iron brands burn any less hot.
After the Cage
From time to time, Sam will advantage of his insomnia to scope out the Bunker library, see if there isn't something new there that he hasn't seen before. He picks his nights carefully, making sure Dean is safely within his room.
He doesn't find anything, isn't even sure how hard he's looking. He just knows that he couldn't live with himself if he ever completely stopped.
Dean comes out one night, treading so silently that Sam jumps like a cartoon character.
Dean studies the expression on Sam's face, blinking at him owlishly for a moment, like this is all too early in the morning for Dean to process. Then he walks over to Sam and pries the book he's been reading from Sam's nerveless fingers, pausing for a second to check the title.
"Dude," Dean says compassionately. "You need to get some sleep."
Sam looks away.
"Hey, Sammy. Look at me."
Sam returns his gaze, reluctantly.
"You're out. You're out and you're never going back in. So reading about the Cage, about him? It's not gonna get you anything but nightmares. And neither of us needs the extra help in that department."
Sam can't find the right words to explain what he's actually looking for, so he just lets his brother guide him back to bed. Because they both want to pretend that Dean still knows him best.
In the Cage
Adam is up to his elbows in Sam's intestines, straddling the thin line between violent sobbing and hysterical laughter.
Sam's mouth is sewn shut, but he forgives his brother with his eyes.
I love the whole idea of Sam feeling that Adam knows him best due to the years they spent in the cage and through Adam's torture. Such a chilling but wonderful fic! Thank you for sharing :)
I'm apparently better at the hurt than I am at the comfort, unfortunately. Sorry, Sam.
In the Cage
Adam leans over him, knife hand shaking violently.
And Sam forgives him.
It doesn't hurt any less.
After the Cage
It still floors Sam sometimes to realize that technically speaking, he's spent far more years of his life with Adam, the brother he never knew he had, than with Dean, the brother who practically raised him.
Adam knew him more intimately too. Learned to speak Sam in all the ways that counted. Count.
Sam rides shotgun in the Impala and watches as an orange-red flare of sunlight hits the windshield, shooting off gold sparks on the edges of his vision.
Adam had been the best at fire. A real artist with a blow torch.
So said the Devil. So say we all.
In the Cage
Lucifer gives them a choice. The Devil always makes you choose. It's kind of his thing.
Sam says no. He says no and no and no again.
People think Sam only knows how to say yes, and he supposes that he can't blame them for that. But really, he has had a lot of practice with saying no.
Adam says yes.
Lucifer is delighted and promptly vows to teach Adam everything he knows.
Sam reminds himself that Adam is young, that Adam doesn't have experience or training the way Sam does, that it's more than a little bit Sam's fault that Adam is here in the first place.
It doesn't make the iron brands burn any less hot.
After the Cage
From time to time, Sam will advantage of his insomnia to scope out the Bunker library, see if there isn't something new there that he hasn't seen before. He picks his nights carefully, making sure Dean is safely within his room.
He doesn't find anything, isn't even sure how hard he's looking. He just knows that he couldn't live with himself if he ever completely stopped.
Dean comes out one night, treading so silently that Sam jumps like a cartoon character.
Dean studies the expression on Sam's face, blinking at him owlishly for a moment, like this is all too early in the morning for Dean to process. Then he walks over to Sam and pries the book he's been reading from Sam's nerveless fingers, pausing for a second to check the title.
"Dude," Dean says compassionately. "You need to get some sleep."
Sam looks away.
"Hey, Sammy. Look at me."
Sam returns his gaze, reluctantly.
"You're out. You're out and you're never going back in. So reading about the Cage, about him? It's not gonna get you anything but nightmares. And neither of us needs the extra help in that department."
Sam can't find the right words to explain what he's actually looking for, so he just lets his brother guide him back to bed. Because they both want to pretend that Dean still knows him best.
In the Cage
Adam is up to his elbows in Sam's intestines, straddling the thin line between violent sobbing and hysterical laughter.
Sam's mouth is sewn shut, but he forgives his brother with his eyes.
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