Without You, I Disappear (Sin City AU, Sam/Casey, Dean/Casey)
Title: Without You, I Disappear
Author: Vera
Pairing: Sam/Casey [the hot demon from Sin City], Dean/Casey, implied Sam/Dean, implied future Sam/Castiel
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Word Count: 1,164
Summary: Written for the prompt: Sin City AU, Sam goes home with Casey instead of Dean.
Author’s Note: Written for spnland. This is crack with a touch of fucked-up dark!Sam.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Sam slammed the door to their motel room shut after him. “I know how you felt, how tempting he is. Dean. But he wasn’t yours to take.” Sam glared at Casey, who was looking at him with interest, but without an ounce of fear. That would change. “He wasn’t yours to fuck.”
Sam and the Father had entered the basement, both intend to rescue their loved ones as Sam would find out later. At that point, all he knew was that Dean had left with the bartender and was nowhere to be found. What they walked in on, well, Sam couldn’t exactly say he’d been surprised, but the Father sure was. And before Sam had any chance to react, his face had changed and with a roar of “She’s mine!” he’d launched himself at Dean and snapped his neck while he was still on the ground, focused on the girl above him, unaware of his surroundings.
Sam could only watch in horror. And then pull his gun and aim and shoot and let the coldness engulfed him. The nothingness. Dean was gone. Dean’s killer was gone. His eyes narrowed. No, Dean’s killer wasn’t gone yet. The girl was still alive, looking shocked, clutching Dean’s jacket to her chest to cover herself.
“Drop it,” Sam demanded. “Drop it right the fuck now. That’s not yours.”
“God, you still smell like him.” Back in the motel room, Sam had crowded the demon onto the bed and he was looming over her, inhaling deeply, closing his eyes. Dean. He’d never allowed himself to act out on his feelings and now it was too late.
Too late. They were supposed to have a year. And many more after that, because Sam would have found a way. He would have. And now? He blinked, shaking off the feelings threatening to overwhelm him, concentrating instead on the emptiness. The emptiness he could fill with pain. Hers. Anything else he couldn’t deal with. He grinned.
**
Casey looked up at the boy in interest. The boyking. Him, she could follow. She wondered if he’d accept his place now, if maybe the chaos would end and all could finally go as planned again. She’d missed her lover, sure, but her life still had a purpose. She’d live to see her maker. Lucifer. And everything would fall into place.
She smiled back when he grinned at her and his features changed.
“Why are you smiling?” His voice was cold, emotionless. “You just killed Dean. Dean. You have any idea what that means?”
Casey raised her eyebrow. Seriously? The boyking was upset about his mortal kin? The hunter? Sure, he’d been delicious, but he was a hunter. She’d have killed him herself, eventually. When he’d stopped being fun.
“You didn’t deserve him. Nobody did.” Sam closed his eyes again. “Not me, not anybody.”
Ah, so that’s how it went, wasn’t it? Casey smirked. She could work with this. “Want to know what he tastes like?” she offered.
**
“I don’t understand,” Dean turned towards the Trickster. “Why am I watching this?” And why wasn’t he dead, to begin with? Jesus. Had that chick slipped something in his drink and he was on a really bad trip right now? That had to be it. His face contorted when he glanced at his brother and said chick together on the bed again. It was like a train wreck. He could just not look away, at the same time… what the fucking fuck?
“You need to see. You need to see what losing you does to him.” The Trickster explained.
“Dude, if this… if any of this is real, you’re a few weeks too late here.” Dean flinched when his brother got out a knife. Shit. “I made my deal.”
“But you’re doing a shitty job of preparing him,” the Trickster sighed, waving his hand towards the scene on the bed.
“God, I should not have had that Hurricane.” Dean laughed. Man, bad trip. Bad, bad trip.
“Are you serious? You think this is a hallucination? Do you have any idea who…” The Trickster threw up his hands. “Oh, forget it, you knucklehead. And I mean that literally. I should have focused on the other one.”
He snapped his fingers.
**
“I don’t understand,” Castiel cocked his head, turning towards Uriel. “Why are we watching this?”
“This boy is going to become very important in the upcoming apocalypse.” Uriel replied. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he looked on in boredom as the one who was supposed to host Lucifer came closer to achieving his purpose in life. If only the day would be here already. He was so sick of this.
“Yes, but why are we watching this?” Castiel bit his lip. He couldn’t help but feel strangely drawn to the kid. The way his muscles moved, his commanding voice, his floppy hair, innocent look belying what was inside of him. He took a step closer to the scene in front of him when he thought he felt another presence.
Castiel perked up. “Uriel. Do you feel?” It was as if they weren’t alone. As if there were more people in the room with them, watching. An essence that felt familiar somehow.
“No,” Uriel growled. “You need to stop asking so many questions. You may be my superior, but more and more it feels as if you need my guidance. Do you, Castiel?”
“No,” Castiel raised his chin, clenching his fists. “We will watch. Just like we’re supposed to.”
But just as he’d finished his sentence, the scene changed and they were back in the basement and when he blinked, he’d forgotten all he’d seen in the last hour. All that was left was a strange tingling in the back of his head, like maybe all was not how it was supposed to be. But he chose to ignore it. He wasn’t on this Earth to think. He was here to follow orders. For Him.
**
When they were done, Dean smirked and crawled back to his side of the Devil’s Trap. “So. Wanna bet on who’s going to show up first?”
“Doesn’t matter, Dean. You’re dead, sooner or later.” Casey pulled her shirt back over her head, wondering where her lover was and what was taking him so long.
“Yeah, well. See you in Hell, sweetheart.” Dean winked, convinced that Sammy would locate him soon and then they’d exorcise her. Pity, really, but maybe if they were lucky, she hadn’t hurt the bartender she was wearing and Dean could help her overcome the great trauma. At least until tomorrow, when they’d ditch this joint.
**
Sam was more than fidgety when they finally reached the mansion. Why did that tire have to break tonight? If something had already happened to Dean… no, he couldn’t even think it. He practically jumped out of the car, only sparing a short glance at the Father. “You coming?”
Author: Vera
Pairing: Sam/Casey [the hot demon from Sin City], Dean/Casey, implied Sam/Dean, implied future Sam/Castiel
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Word Count: 1,164
Summary: Written for the prompt: Sin City AU, Sam goes home with Casey instead of Dean.
Author’s Note: Written for spnland. This is crack with a touch of fucked-up dark!Sam.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Sam slammed the door to their motel room shut after him. “I know how you felt, how tempting he is. Dean. But he wasn’t yours to take.” Sam glared at Casey, who was looking at him with interest, but without an ounce of fear. That would change. “He wasn’t yours to fuck.”
Sam and the Father had entered the basement, both intend to rescue their loved ones as Sam would find out later. At that point, all he knew was that Dean had left with the bartender and was nowhere to be found. What they walked in on, well, Sam couldn’t exactly say he’d been surprised, but the Father sure was. And before Sam had any chance to react, his face had changed and with a roar of “She’s mine!” he’d launched himself at Dean and snapped his neck while he was still on the ground, focused on the girl above him, unaware of his surroundings.
Sam could only watch in horror. And then pull his gun and aim and shoot and let the coldness engulfed him. The nothingness. Dean was gone. Dean’s killer was gone. His eyes narrowed. No, Dean’s killer wasn’t gone yet. The girl was still alive, looking shocked, clutching Dean’s jacket to her chest to cover herself.
“Drop it,” Sam demanded. “Drop it right the fuck now. That’s not yours.”
“God, you still smell like him.” Back in the motel room, Sam had crowded the demon onto the bed and he was looming over her, inhaling deeply, closing his eyes. Dean. He’d never allowed himself to act out on his feelings and now it was too late.
Too late. They were supposed to have a year. And many more after that, because Sam would have found a way. He would have. And now? He blinked, shaking off the feelings threatening to overwhelm him, concentrating instead on the emptiness. The emptiness he could fill with pain. Hers. Anything else he couldn’t deal with. He grinned.
**
Casey looked up at the boy in interest. The boyking. Him, she could follow. She wondered if he’d accept his place now, if maybe the chaos would end and all could finally go as planned again. She’d missed her lover, sure, but her life still had a purpose. She’d live to see her maker. Lucifer. And everything would fall into place.
She smiled back when he grinned at her and his features changed.
“Why are you smiling?” His voice was cold, emotionless. “You just killed Dean. Dean. You have any idea what that means?”
Casey raised her eyebrow. Seriously? The boyking was upset about his mortal kin? The hunter? Sure, he’d been delicious, but he was a hunter. She’d have killed him herself, eventually. When he’d stopped being fun.
“You didn’t deserve him. Nobody did.” Sam closed his eyes again. “Not me, not anybody.”
Ah, so that’s how it went, wasn’t it? Casey smirked. She could work with this. “Want to know what he tastes like?” she offered.
**
“I don’t understand,” Dean turned towards the Trickster. “Why am I watching this?” And why wasn’t he dead, to begin with? Jesus. Had that chick slipped something in his drink and he was on a really bad trip right now? That had to be it. His face contorted when he glanced at his brother and said chick together on the bed again. It was like a train wreck. He could just not look away, at the same time… what the fucking fuck?
“You need to see. You need to see what losing you does to him.” The Trickster explained.
“Dude, if this… if any of this is real, you’re a few weeks too late here.” Dean flinched when his brother got out a knife. Shit. “I made my deal.”
“But you’re doing a shitty job of preparing him,” the Trickster sighed, waving his hand towards the scene on the bed.
“God, I should not have had that Hurricane.” Dean laughed. Man, bad trip. Bad, bad trip.
“Are you serious? You think this is a hallucination? Do you have any idea who…” The Trickster threw up his hands. “Oh, forget it, you knucklehead. And I mean that literally. I should have focused on the other one.”
He snapped his fingers.
**
“I don’t understand,” Castiel cocked his head, turning towards Uriel. “Why are we watching this?”
“This boy is going to become very important in the upcoming apocalypse.” Uriel replied. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he looked on in boredom as the one who was supposed to host Lucifer came closer to achieving his purpose in life. If only the day would be here already. He was so sick of this.
“Yes, but why are we watching this?” Castiel bit his lip. He couldn’t help but feel strangely drawn to the kid. The way his muscles moved, his commanding voice, his floppy hair, innocent look belying what was inside of him. He took a step closer to the scene in front of him when he thought he felt another presence.
Castiel perked up. “Uriel. Do you feel?” It was as if they weren’t alone. As if there were more people in the room with them, watching. An essence that felt familiar somehow.
“No,” Uriel growled. “You need to stop asking so many questions. You may be my superior, but more and more it feels as if you need my guidance. Do you, Castiel?”
“No,” Castiel raised his chin, clenching his fists. “We will watch. Just like we’re supposed to.”
But just as he’d finished his sentence, the scene changed and they were back in the basement and when he blinked, he’d forgotten all he’d seen in the last hour. All that was left was a strange tingling in the back of his head, like maybe all was not how it was supposed to be. But he chose to ignore it. He wasn’t on this Earth to think. He was here to follow orders. For Him.
**
When they were done, Dean smirked and crawled back to his side of the Devil’s Trap. “So. Wanna bet on who’s going to show up first?”
“Doesn’t matter, Dean. You’re dead, sooner or later.” Casey pulled her shirt back over her head, wondering where her lover was and what was taking him so long.
“Yeah, well. See you in Hell, sweetheart.” Dean winked, convinced that Sammy would locate him soon and then they’d exorcise her. Pity, really, but maybe if they were lucky, she hadn’t hurt the bartender she was wearing and Dean could help her overcome the great trauma. At least until tomorrow, when they’d ditch this joint.
**
Sam was more than fidgety when they finally reached the mansion. Why did that tire have to break tonight? If something had already happened to Dean… no, he couldn’t even think it. He practically jumped out of the car, only sparing a short glance at the Father. “You coming?”