[Fic] Supernatural - Don't Break - 7.01 Coda
Title: Don’t Break
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: Boy’s aren’t mine.
Rating: PG-13 for bad language
Warnings: 7.01 Coda! Cursing, angst
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel if you squint, Dean, Sam
Spoilers/Timeline: Directly following 7.01
Author’s Notes: *wibbles* Read, it almost had me in tears and I wrote the damn thing… Still so raw from that episode as amazing as it was… *goes off to rock in a corner*
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Don’t Break
Dean felt his edges fraying every second. More and more, tearing shreds into his skin, screaming on the inside. All he could think was no, no, no, no, no. He had failed Cas, bombed actually, failed Bobby and now he had failed Sammy too.
Sammy who was never supposed to go to Hell, Sammy who was supposed to be a big-time lawyer with a beautiful blond wife, 2.5 kids and freakin’ golden-doodle. But Sammy was gone… Cas was… Gone. At least according to Leviathan he was, whatever the hell that thing was crawling around in Jimmy-Castiel’s skin and wearing his face but not his face. It was dark and twisted and just completely wrong and even his voice wasn’t right and though every gaze Dean lay on him his heart ached, it wasn’t him.
He and Bobby had split up, both of them hobbling along, trying to find Sam, trying to find a way out trying to find the place in the world when all they did was fry ghosts, hunt monsters and exorcise demons. When no one had gone to Hell and no one had fucked up so badly they started the Apocalypse.
Dean felt a twinge in his chest, felt his eyes burn felt his vision blur and he choked it back. He had been tiptoeing along the tightrope for the better part of a year and he couldn’t afford to tumble off now because his safety net went up in a blaze of white lighted glory when Castiel betrayed them.
Dean took a moment to breathe and decided better of it, opting instead to scream at the top of his lungs, “Fuck you Cas! Why didn’t you just fucking come to me for help?!”
He stood there panting hard and that’s when he heard it, a soft skittering sound from around the corner. Dean took off running, rounded the edge and saw Sam huddled in the corner, big hands tight over his ears and curled in his long hair.
“Dean?” Sam muttered. “No, Dean, help! No! Stop it!”
“Sam? Sammy?!” Dean rushed forward and crouched down. He put his hand gently on Sam’s arm and withdrew it in a blink because Sam let out a high-pitched, wounded animal whine and tried to shrink back into the wall.
“Damnit,” Dean muttered, gearing up for a fight he knew was coming. He swooped forward, curling his arms under his brother’s shoulders and began to lift. Sam began thrashing and twisting, crying out and fighting blind against an ill-perceived enemy.
“Hang on Sammy…” Dean sucked in a breath and though it was hard he started shakily singing a few bars of “Ramble On.” Slowly, gradually, Sam’s breathing evened out and he forgot to fight a little and very soon Dean wasn’t so much as carrying Sam as dragging him as the larger man let his weight drop almost completely. Dean grunted.
“Sammy?”
“Dean?” Sam whispered. “Cas?”
Dean’s stomach dropped, “Gone.”
Sam struggled to his feet, “I’m so sorry Dean.”
“Let’s go Sam,” Dean said taking some of his little brother’s weight again, not because Sam needed it necessarily but because Dean needed the closeness of the familiar weight against him before he shattered completely.
He couldn’t break. It was Sam’s turn, Sam needed Dean now.
He couldn’t break.
End
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: Boy’s aren’t mine.
Rating: PG-13 for bad language
Warnings: 7.01 Coda! Cursing, angst
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel if you squint, Dean, Sam
Spoilers/Timeline: Directly following 7.01
Author’s Notes: *wibbles* Read, it almost had me in tears and I wrote the damn thing… Still so raw from that episode as amazing as it was… *goes off to rock in a corner*
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Don’t Break
Dean felt his edges fraying every second. More and more, tearing shreds into his skin, screaming on the inside. All he could think was no, no, no, no, no. He had failed Cas, bombed actually, failed Bobby and now he had failed Sammy too.
Sammy who was never supposed to go to Hell, Sammy who was supposed to be a big-time lawyer with a beautiful blond wife, 2.5 kids and freakin’ golden-doodle. But Sammy was gone… Cas was… Gone. At least according to Leviathan he was, whatever the hell that thing was crawling around in Jimmy-Castiel’s skin and wearing his face but not his face. It was dark and twisted and just completely wrong and even his voice wasn’t right and though every gaze Dean lay on him his heart ached, it wasn’t him.
He and Bobby had split up, both of them hobbling along, trying to find Sam, trying to find a way out trying to find the place in the world when all they did was fry ghosts, hunt monsters and exorcise demons. When no one had gone to Hell and no one had fucked up so badly they started the Apocalypse.
Dean felt a twinge in his chest, felt his eyes burn felt his vision blur and he choked it back. He had been tiptoeing along the tightrope for the better part of a year and he couldn’t afford to tumble off now because his safety net went up in a blaze of white lighted glory when Castiel betrayed them.
Dean took a moment to breathe and decided better of it, opting instead to scream at the top of his lungs, “Fuck you Cas! Why didn’t you just fucking come to me for help?!”
He stood there panting hard and that’s when he heard it, a soft skittering sound from around the corner. Dean took off running, rounded the edge and saw Sam huddled in the corner, big hands tight over his ears and curled in his long hair.
“Dean?” Sam muttered. “No, Dean, help! No! Stop it!”
“Sam? Sammy?!” Dean rushed forward and crouched down. He put his hand gently on Sam’s arm and withdrew it in a blink because Sam let out a high-pitched, wounded animal whine and tried to shrink back into the wall.
“Damnit,” Dean muttered, gearing up for a fight he knew was coming. He swooped forward, curling his arms under his brother’s shoulders and began to lift. Sam began thrashing and twisting, crying out and fighting blind against an ill-perceived enemy.
“Hang on Sammy…” Dean sucked in a breath and though it was hard he started shakily singing a few bars of “Ramble On.” Slowly, gradually, Sam’s breathing evened out and he forgot to fight a little and very soon Dean wasn’t so much as carrying Sam as dragging him as the larger man let his weight drop almost completely. Dean grunted.
“Sammy?”
“Dean?” Sam whispered. “Cas?”
Dean’s stomach dropped, “Gone.”
Sam struggled to his feet, “I’m so sorry Dean.”
“Let’s go Sam,” Dean said taking some of his little brother’s weight again, not because Sam needed it necessarily but because Dean needed the closeness of the familiar weight against him before he shattered completely.
He couldn’t break. It was Sam’s turn, Sam needed Dean now.
He couldn’t break.
End