Fic: Not Every Day (Gen)
Title: Not Every Day
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: It’s not every day that Sam wakes up to overhear Dean talking - very amicably - to a demon.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with Supernatural.
Spoilers: Very, very mild up mid season five. Very mild though, it’s literally just a mention of a character.
A/N: Apparently, my mind doesn't want me to work on coursework OR the dozen other fics I should be working on and instead wants me to write and finish another thing entirely. Which means, I've written two fics today (one of which I was meant to) and zero words of my coursework.
It’s not every day that Sam wakes up to overhear Dean talking - very amicably - to a demon so it’s perfectly understandable when, especially after everything that happened with Ruby and Crowley and every other double-crossing asshole that they’ve gotten involved with, Sam reaches straight for the gun that he keeps under his pillow -it’s a habit that he picked up from Dean - and shoots. He knows it won’t actually kill the damn thing but it makes him feel better anyway.
The shot misses and that’s another thing that doesn’t happen every day so it makes him pause for a moment. Before he knows it, Dean is running towards him, knocking the gun out of his hand and pushing him back down onto the bed as the demon stands at the side of the room, watching the events impassively.
The betrayal - Dean choosing a demon over him - makes him feel hot all over. It’s a new experience; the feeling that his brother isn’t acting like his brother anymore and he doesn’t understand how Dean, Dean who practically brought him up, who went to Hell for him, can do this. This must be how Dean felt when he found out about Ruby - maybe it’s the reason why he’s doing this, for revenge, so that Sam can feel how he felt. That makes him feel a little better, maybe Dean’s only talking to this demon to make a point, maybe he’s going to turn around any second and shoot it full of bullets from the Colt.
He tries to get up from the bed, to tell Dean that he’s made his point now, but Dean’s hands are gone and he still can’t sit up. He can feel sweat dripping down his back and he can see Dean patting the demon on the shoulder and it’s all wrong but he can’t do anything to stop it.
They’re laughing now - he hasn’t heard Dean laugh for a while - and he reaches under the pillow again but Dean has taken his knife too, left him vulnerable while there’s a demon in the room and it hurts so much that his brother would do that to him. He tries to talk, to make Dean see reason, but no sounds will leave his mouth and the room is starting to go blurry; he thinks it must be because he’s panicking but as it begins to blur even more, gets darker and darker, he realises that something else must be wrong.
“Sam?”
He blinks, once, twice, and he can sort of see again. There’s the vague shape of his brother in front of him and despite everything he reaches out to touch him because maybe there’s still a chance he can stop this. Turning his head, he sees the demon leaning against the wall, watching and his eyes widen because Dean’s back is to it; Dean is vulnerable, won’t see if the creature moves to attack him.
“Sam, it’s okay. Just try and calm down.” Dean’s hands are on his shoulders again, not holding him down anymore but just resting there and it’s too much; Dean being gentle when he’s in league with a demon and Sam wants to shout at him, to scream at him until he sees sense but things are turning hazy again and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to keep his eyes open long enough to win if this turns into a fight. So he closes his eyes and escapes from the sight of his brother and a demon acting like friends.
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Groaning, Sam opens his eyes, grimacing at the way his sweat-covered back sticks to the sheets. It looks like he’s alone and he’s grateful for the chance to try and work out what has happened. Flashes of something - Dean and a demon - stir in his head and he sits up, sticks his hand under his pillow and feels the empty space where there used to be a weapon.
The door opens and he spins around to see Dean coming out of the bathroom. His brother stops for a moment, looking wary, when he sees that Sam is awake.
“You going to try and shoot me?” Dean crosses over to the bed, reaches out and touches Sam’s forehead.
“You going to tell me what happened?” There has to be an explanation for why Dean would be acting like he was friends with a demon.
“You took a pot-shot at Cas, that’s what happened. Idiot.”
Sam frowns. “What? I don’t-”
“You’ve had a fever, Sam. Been spouting off rubbish about Cas being a demon for hours and then you finally just decided to shoot him.”
“Oh.” And, suddenly, it all kind of makes sense.