Fic - Dragon Wings
Title - Dragon Wings
Rating - G
Pairing - None
Characters - Sam-centric, Dean, Cas
Disclaimer - Don't belong to me. If I did own it, things would be much much different. As it is, all characters and recognisable plots belong to the people who actually own the show. I'm just doing this for fun!
Spoiler - Um, after season 4 I guess
Warnings - Crack!
Summary - Sam discovers that devils being described as dragons is more literal than figurative
A/N - Couldn't resist writing this one, not exactly what the prompter at
spn_bitesized wanted, but this is what came to my mind.
The first time it happened, Sam had been convinced he’d been dreaming.
Because there was no such thing as dragons and, even if there was, he would never turn into one.
So the first time it had happened, his skin turning scaly, wings sprouting from his back, and fire sizzling out his mouth, he’d simply laid down on the floor and went to sleep.
He woke up with Dean standing over him, looking down at him with a worried and confused look on his face.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing on the floor?”
“Um,” he replied, sitting up and frowning, hands running over his body and sighing in relief when all he found was his usual self.
“Oookay,” Dean said, giving him a look that said he’d gone crazy. “I’ll just give you some time to yourself then?”
“I had a weird dream,” Sam continued, ignoring his brother.
“Way too much information,” Dean replied, holding up his hands.
“I was a dragon,” he finished, frowning as he stood, holding his hands over his head and stretching his back.
“Dude,” Dean said, looking at him and shaking his head. “You are so weird.”
“It felt so real,” Sam replied, hand running across his back, making sure there was no wings sprouting from his back. “Like I had wings and the skin and the fire.”
“Well,” Dean said, picking his bag up. “Next time we face a demon, you can just turn into a dragon and take him out.”
Shaking his head, Sam had quickly packed up his belongings, following Dean outside, not giving a second thought to his supposed dream.
**
The second time it happened, he’d been chasing after a demon that had disappeared, or he thought it had, until he heard a low growl. Walking around the corner, he’d almost stopped breathing when he saw a dragon.
Then the feeling he’d had in his dream came over him again, wings growing from his back, skin turning into scales, fire breathing from his mouth, as he was engulfed in a dark light, before seeing the dragon across from him again.
When the dragon across from him lunged for him, he’d jumped, surprised when he realized he was still in the air, his wings moving without him thinking about it.
Of course as soon as he thought about it, his wings stopped moving, and he plummeted to the ground, falling heavily on the dragon below him.
It was instinct that had him using his claws to rip apart the demon, pain rushing through him as the other dragon used his own claws, fire rushing from both of their mouths. They both struggled together for awhile longer, before the other dragon collapsed on top of him, his own vision going dark, before he lost consciousness.
“Sam!”
Opening his eyes, he saw Dean leaning over him, concern on his face, hands tying bandages around him.
“What the hell happened?” Dean asked, and Sam could hear the panic in his voice.
“What?” he replied, looking around, seeing the demon laying a short distance away, clearly dead.
“I came around the corner and you disappeared,” Dean said, eyes raking over his face. “Then all of a sudden you both reappeared, the demon dead and you cut and burnt.”
Sitting up, Sam bit his lip as the pain raced through him, the cuts and burns screaming at him that moving was a bad idea, but all he could think about was that he hadn’t been dreaming, he really had turned into a dragon.
“Sam, Sammy,” Dean said, tapping his face gently. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied, swallowing hard, something like panic making his chest clench.
“Maybe I should call Cas,” Dean murmured, helping him stand up.
“Yeah,” Sam said, not really listening to him, his thoughts and pain clouding his mind, passing out again after he’d hopped in the car.
**
Sam hadn’t realized that Dean was actually going to call Cas.
So when he woke up, the angel sitting on Dean’s bed, staring at him with a curious look, he couldn’t help but jump a little.
“Hey, Cas,” he said, wincing as he sat up.
“How are you feeling?” Cas asked, still staring at him intensely.
“Okay, I guess,” he replied.
“I did not realize you would be able to turn into one of them,” Cas said.
“What?” Sam asked, wondering if Cas purposefully spoke in riddles.
“Some of the higher ranked devils, the one’s that fell or that Lucifer turned himself,” Cas said, leaning forward his eyes hard. “Their true form is not of a human nature.”
Freezing, Sam stared at the angel, wondering if he was hearing correctly.
“I thought that was a myth,” he replied, staring at the wall. “That they could change into … dragons.”
Cas shook his head, frown crossing his face.
“How do you think they are able to fight us?” Cas replied.
“So I’m … I’m a dragon?” he asked, staring at the other man in disbelief.
“Yes,” Cas replied.
“Great,” he muttered, leaning back against the bed. As if he wasn’t a freak enough as it was, let’s add in being able to turn into a dragon.
“Why couldn’t Dean see me?” he asked, remembering that his brother had said that he’d disappeared.
“You were on a different plane,” Cas replied.
“Like you are, when you’re flying?” Sam asked, a small grin crossing his face as he remembered what it felt like to be in the air.
“Yes,” Cas replied, disappearing with a flutter of feathers.
**
The third time it happened, Sam realized how cool it was to be able to fly.
Closing his eyes tight, Sam held them closed, willing himself to change, before opening one eye, sighing when he looked down and saw his hands were still hands.
Lying down on the bed, he sighed again, staring up at the ceiling, letting his eyes droop close, a sense of peace and … power rushing through him.
This time, when he opened his eyes, he already knew he was changed, could feel his wings on his back, the fire that left from his nose and his skin no longer human.
Looking around, the room looked faint, see through, like it didn’t really exist, and Sam realized that he was, as Cas had said, on a different plane.
Taking a deep breath, he thought about his wings, trying to get them to move, and failing.
Sighing, he almost jumped when fire sprouted from his nose, having to remind himself that he was a dragon.
A freakin’ dragon.
Closing his eyes, he focused on his wings again, feeling them move, but not feeling like anything was happening.
Opening his eyes, he stared down at the ground in shock, realizing he was off it, before crashing to it again.
Okay, so he had to make sure he kept moving his wings.
Trying again, he actually saw himself take off from the ground, moving up into the air, the night sky above him.
It took him awhile to get used to it, to get used to using his wings and not falling back to the ground. But after he had, once he got used to it and could feel the cool wind caressing his wings, he couldn’t help but smile, finally seeing something positive coming out of having the demon blood running through his veins.
END.
Rating - G
Pairing - None
Characters - Sam-centric, Dean, Cas
Disclaimer - Don't belong to me. If I did own it, things would be much much different. As it is, all characters and recognisable plots belong to the people who actually own the show. I'm just doing this for fun!
Spoiler - Um, after season 4 I guess
Warnings - Crack!
Summary - Sam discovers that devils being described as dragons is more literal than figurative
A/N - Couldn't resist writing this one, not exactly what the prompter at
spn_bitesized wanted, but this is what came to my mind.
The first time it happened, Sam had been convinced he’d been dreaming.
Because there was no such thing as dragons and, even if there was, he would never turn into one.
So the first time it had happened, his skin turning scaly, wings sprouting from his back, and fire sizzling out his mouth, he’d simply laid down on the floor and went to sleep.
He woke up with Dean standing over him, looking down at him with a worried and confused look on his face.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing on the floor?”
“Um,” he replied, sitting up and frowning, hands running over his body and sighing in relief when all he found was his usual self.
“Oookay,” Dean said, giving him a look that said he’d gone crazy. “I’ll just give you some time to yourself then?”
“I had a weird dream,” Sam continued, ignoring his brother.
“Way too much information,” Dean replied, holding up his hands.
“I was a dragon,” he finished, frowning as he stood, holding his hands over his head and stretching his back.
“Dude,” Dean said, looking at him and shaking his head. “You are so weird.”
“It felt so real,” Sam replied, hand running across his back, making sure there was no wings sprouting from his back. “Like I had wings and the skin and the fire.”
“Well,” Dean said, picking his bag up. “Next time we face a demon, you can just turn into a dragon and take him out.”
Shaking his head, Sam had quickly packed up his belongings, following Dean outside, not giving a second thought to his supposed dream.
**
The second time it happened, he’d been chasing after a demon that had disappeared, or he thought it had, until he heard a low growl. Walking around the corner, he’d almost stopped breathing when he saw a dragon.
Then the feeling he’d had in his dream came over him again, wings growing from his back, skin turning into scales, fire breathing from his mouth, as he was engulfed in a dark light, before seeing the dragon across from him again.
When the dragon across from him lunged for him, he’d jumped, surprised when he realized he was still in the air, his wings moving without him thinking about it.
Of course as soon as he thought about it, his wings stopped moving, and he plummeted to the ground, falling heavily on the dragon below him.
It was instinct that had him using his claws to rip apart the demon, pain rushing through him as the other dragon used his own claws, fire rushing from both of their mouths. They both struggled together for awhile longer, before the other dragon collapsed on top of him, his own vision going dark, before he lost consciousness.
“Sam!”
Opening his eyes, he saw Dean leaning over him, concern on his face, hands tying bandages around him.
“What the hell happened?” Dean asked, and Sam could hear the panic in his voice.
“What?” he replied, looking around, seeing the demon laying a short distance away, clearly dead.
“I came around the corner and you disappeared,” Dean said, eyes raking over his face. “Then all of a sudden you both reappeared, the demon dead and you cut and burnt.”
Sitting up, Sam bit his lip as the pain raced through him, the cuts and burns screaming at him that moving was a bad idea, but all he could think about was that he hadn’t been dreaming, he really had turned into a dragon.
“Sam, Sammy,” Dean said, tapping his face gently. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied, swallowing hard, something like panic making his chest clench.
“Maybe I should call Cas,” Dean murmured, helping him stand up.
“Yeah,” Sam said, not really listening to him, his thoughts and pain clouding his mind, passing out again after he’d hopped in the car.
**
Sam hadn’t realized that Dean was actually going to call Cas.
So when he woke up, the angel sitting on Dean’s bed, staring at him with a curious look, he couldn’t help but jump a little.
“Hey, Cas,” he said, wincing as he sat up.
“How are you feeling?” Cas asked, still staring at him intensely.
“Okay, I guess,” he replied.
“I did not realize you would be able to turn into one of them,” Cas said.
“What?” Sam asked, wondering if Cas purposefully spoke in riddles.
“Some of the higher ranked devils, the one’s that fell or that Lucifer turned himself,” Cas said, leaning forward his eyes hard. “Their true form is not of a human nature.”
Freezing, Sam stared at the angel, wondering if he was hearing correctly.
“I thought that was a myth,” he replied, staring at the wall. “That they could change into … dragons.”
Cas shook his head, frown crossing his face.
“How do you think they are able to fight us?” Cas replied.
“So I’m … I’m a dragon?” he asked, staring at the other man in disbelief.
“Yes,” Cas replied.
“Great,” he muttered, leaning back against the bed. As if he wasn’t a freak enough as it was, let’s add in being able to turn into a dragon.
“Why couldn’t Dean see me?” he asked, remembering that his brother had said that he’d disappeared.
“You were on a different plane,” Cas replied.
“Like you are, when you’re flying?” Sam asked, a small grin crossing his face as he remembered what it felt like to be in the air.
“Yes,” Cas replied, disappearing with a flutter of feathers.
**
The third time it happened, Sam realized how cool it was to be able to fly.
Closing his eyes tight, Sam held them closed, willing himself to change, before opening one eye, sighing when he looked down and saw his hands were still hands.
Lying down on the bed, he sighed again, staring up at the ceiling, letting his eyes droop close, a sense of peace and … power rushing through him.
This time, when he opened his eyes, he already knew he was changed, could feel his wings on his back, the fire that left from his nose and his skin no longer human.
Looking around, the room looked faint, see through, like it didn’t really exist, and Sam realized that he was, as Cas had said, on a different plane.
Taking a deep breath, he thought about his wings, trying to get them to move, and failing.
Sighing, he almost jumped when fire sprouted from his nose, having to remind himself that he was a dragon.
A freakin’ dragon.
Closing his eyes, he focused on his wings again, feeling them move, but not feeling like anything was happening.
Opening his eyes, he stared down at the ground in shock, realizing he was off it, before crashing to it again.
Okay, so he had to make sure he kept moving his wings.
Trying again, he actually saw himself take off from the ground, moving up into the air, the night sky above him.
It took him awhile to get used to it, to get used to using his wings and not falling back to the ground. But after he had, once he got used to it and could feel the cool wind caressing his wings, he couldn’t help but smile, finally seeing something positive coming out of having the demon blood running through his veins.
END.