Supernatural fic omg D:
Title: Sting
Author: willow_diamond
Genre: GEN
Pairings: none, but a little Sam/Dean and Sam/Ruby if you squint
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Ruby, OFCs
Rating: PG-13 for language and implied torture
Spoilers: YES MAJOR. up until the most recent episode.
Warnings: implied torture and character death (not one of the boys)
Summary: Dean goes missing and Sam goes to investigate.
Disclaimer: I'll bet they're glad they're not mine.
a/n:
this is my first time really writing a fic D: It had to be written, though. I've been told that when I write it moves too fast, so this may also. Feel free to give criticism. Keep this in mind though: I'm throwing around a theory/thought of mine in this that is not canon yet and still under debate (feel free to debate it as well).
This may be a one-shot, it may not, I haven't decided yet.
It was Castiel who told him.
Dean had been missing for too long. He'd gone to a bar and been there--or somewhere- -far too long.
Sam figured he was out getting trashed, maybe getting laid, because that was Dean's way of dealing with things. Things like the fact that he singlehandedly brought on the apocalypse.
Sam knew he should give Dean space, and that's exactly what he'd been doing. But 48 hours and one starts to worry. Not only that, but one can only watch so many M*A*S*H reruns for two days straight.
He was sitting with his laptop on yet another crappy, hard-as-a-rock motel bed when Castiel appeared (out of thin air, as is the norm for angels) and informed Sam that Dean had not only been captured, but by demons. Lots of them. Somewhere out in an abandoned warehouse.
Then, just like he came, Castiel promptly disappeared. Nice, Sam thought. Just when they're fucking needed, they disappear. He knew Castiel was probably doing something helpful, but it annoyed him nonetheless.
Of course. The same person who started all this is the only one who can end it, and the demons want Dean out of the picture.
Why hadn't he been more careful? More alert? Really, what the fucking hell had he been doing for 48 hours?
The first thing he did was call Bobby. And Ruby. Dean (and Bobby, most likely) wouldn't like that but he was desperate. If Ruby wasn't helping the others, of course, Sam thought briefly. Ridiculous, of course, because as soon as the thought ended there was a a knock on the motel room door.
The two just stared at each other for a long moment.
"You knew-"
"Sam, I....you don't understand..."
"I need it. I need more, I can't take them all-"
"-you can have it, Sam." Ruby already had the knife, sliding it across her arm, not even flinching.
Sam felt dirty as he drank the dark ombre blood from her arm, but it was necessary. And somewhere deep down inside of him, he liked it.
"We need to go. Soon. Now." Castiel had soundlessly reappeared behind them, giving Ruby a look that resembled a glare. "Sam, you should not-"
"No. Not right now. I need to do this, Castiel. For Dean."
Castiel was quiet, for now. They would definitely be talking this over later.
Sam's head was spinning, and not just from the demon blood. He had backup now, thank god, because as much as he tried to tell himself otherwise, he knew he couldn't take on all the demons at once, at least not by himself, even with more of Ruby's blood.
"We have to wait for Bobby-"
"He's here." Castiel responded, the stoic expression returned to his face. Another knock. Sure enough, Sam opened the door to find the man who was like a second father to him standing there, worry creasing his features.
"All right. Grab as many guns, salt, lighters and knives as you can find and throw them in the car," Sam said, barking instructions. He saw Ruby grab her knife and a gun, carefully eyeing the rest of what he and Bobby were currently gathering up.
Castiel sent him a look that said "I could just fly you there". "Not with all the guns," Sam responded, and Castiel's face then took on an understanding look.
The drive was long; one of the longest Sam could remember. Dean could have been 20 minutes away but damn, it felt like years. He didn't like driving the Impala again; it reminded him of those horrible months without his brother. When his brother was in hell. Which lead them to this mess in the first place.
The drive, no matter how long it really was, gave Sam lots of time to think. The other human and the demon in the car were silent, for which Sam was grateful.
But how had this happened? How had Dean let himself get caught? He was smarter than that. Of course, after what happened with Alistair, maybe if they all came at him at once....or a girl. Had to be the latter. Some demon had seduced his brother and Dean was too angst-ridden to see it until it was too late.
And Castiel, he was supposed to watch over Dean, what had he been doing? He wouldn't be happy about Sam using his psychic mojo but hell, he had saved the angel's life so he should shut up. He owed him as far as Sam was concerned.
Ruby brought him out of his reverie, touching his shoulder briefly, signaling to turn.
It was a foggy night, and a bluish gray mist hung over everything. Sam could see the warehouse not 100 feet from the car. He knew they had lost the element of surprise.
He got out of the car and immediately popped the trunk, grabbing what he could, though he knew he wasn't going to use physical weaponry as his first course of action.
Ruby's face had a look similar to what one would wear to their own beheading. With a nod to Bobby and Sam in front, they moved forward.
No sounds could be heard coming from the warehouse until they were right up to the door. A soft moaning could be heard through the old, moldy wood.
Knowing the surprise was lost, Sam kicked open the door, gun up in front of him.
What he saw was like a blow to his gut; a very, very hard blow.
Dean was strung up on an upturned table in the center of the room, in the form of a devil's trap or a pentacle, chains and ropes holding him fast to the wood. Demons stood in a wide circle around him, Sam thought maybe 40 or so of them.
Then he saw Dean's body. He was shirtless, and there were lacerations and bruises on every inch of exposed skin. His pants, while they were still on, hung in tatters on Dean's legs.
Realization hit then that they had been torturing his brother for the past two days straight.
With this revelation came anger, and lots of it. He surged forward, hand extended in front of him, but Bobby held him back.
One of the demons moved forward, a rugged, gray haired man maybe in his forties. "Took you long enough, Winchester. We've been expecting you."
Sam struggled against Bobby, wondering why he was holding him back, when-
"No, uh-uh, one move and your brother dies." He motioned slightly with his hand at Dean. Another demon, a brunette woman, held a knife against Dean's neck, right at his jugular.
It was only then that Sam realized Dean's condition; the fact that he could barely open his eyes, the very small rise and fall of his chest as he meekly gasped for breath under a gag. Probably being kept awake by some dark magic.
The male demon spoke again. "We've been having a little fun with the chosen one here. Our way of oh, say, thanking him."
More anger. Of course, this was what the demons wanted. They knew Dean was his weak spot and they wanted a reaction. He willed himself to calm, just a little.
It didn't work. Fighting off Bobby, he extended his hand-
And then all hell broke loose. He worked on the demon with the knife to Dean's neck first. There was fighting all around him, and he was briefly aware of the cacophony before the burning.
He wasn't sure what it was or what had happened; his senses were overloaded; he was burning, as though someone had poured acid on his body. He writhed for a few moments, his mind completely absorbed in the pain.
When he came to, he was on the floor looking up at the male demon, who smirked and gestured, again, this time to Ruby and Bobby being held up against the wall by an unseen force, what Sam could only imagine were more demons.
"Holy water. Stings like a bitch, doesn't it?"
Sam's head continued to spin. Holy water? Since when was he affected by--Ruby--
He glanced up at her form against the wall. She gave Sam an apologetic look.
Sam extended his hand again, wrapped his power around the demon's throat, when the burning came again. God, it stung.
More noise this time when he came to. He blinked, his vision catching a glimpse of Castiel guarding Dean, and bright lights. White lights and black smoke filled the warehouse as the fight raged on.
Sitting up, Sam saw a couple demons on the outskirts, alone, and exercising his powers, killed them both at the same time. Then two more. And two more after that.
He was surprised at the extent of his powers, even with the holy water added to the equation.
Finally, he saw an unknown female angel finish off the last demon. Sam found he was exhausted, and his nose was bleeding. But he ignored it and moved to Dean's side.
To his horror, he saw that Dean must have received a couple stab wounds as a last attempt to finish him off during the fight. He was bleeding pretty badly.
Movement to his left startled him, and he turned to see Ruby, looking exhausted, limping over to where he stood next to Dean. She helped get rid of the chains and ropes, then moved to help Bobby up.
Sam's relief at seeing them both alive was short-lived when Ruby collapsed to the floor, writhing. Lights flashed throughout her body, and then she lay unmoving on the wood floor.
But someone else needed his attention now. He slid Dean down off the table, into his arms. Having the demons dead and the black magic worn off, Dean was now unconscious.
Sam quickly checked for a pulse and breath. Both were very shallow, almost nonexistent.
"Dean, Dean, please," Sam found himself begging. He couldn't lose his brother again. He couldn't.
Dean's eyes fluttered open very slightly. He looked at Sam briefly, almost cross-eyed. Then Dean grabbed his hand, and his body went limp.
"No! Castiel, damnit, do something! Please!" Sam looked up at all the angels who had assembled there; surely at least one could do something.
Castiel gave a slight nod to his comrades, and they all suddenly appeared next to Sam, placing their hands on Dean's chest. A blinding white light shown throughout the warehouse. When it faded, Dean didn't look any better. Sam looked at Castiel desperately. "what-"
"We have given him a little more time," Castiel responded, stoic as ever. "Now please, Sam, let me take him to the closest hospital."
Sam registered all this very slowly. After a couple of minutes, he nodded, slowly letting Dean be taken from him and into the angel's arms. They were gone immediately.
Sam just sat there, letting everything that had happened sink in. A hand touched his shoulder, jerking him out of thought and alert, and he looked up to see Bobby's concern-stricken face.
He helped Sam up, and they gathered up the guns. They knew what had to be done.
"I'll stay and burn the remains. You go find your brother," Bobby offered.
Sam nodded as they both looked down at Ruby's body. Again Bobby spoke. "She's gone, and she was dead to begin with. I'm sorry."
Sam knew he had to go but he felt compelled to stay there, looking down at Ruby's unseeing eyes. After a couple moments he turned to go to the Impala, telling Bobby over his shoulder to "burn the place down."
The hospital was as to be expected. Sterile, noisy, too white. Sam thought that he had been in too many damn hospitals lately.
Dean was on a respirator, and Sam once again found himself waiting at his brother's bedside. He wanted Castiel to show; he had to yell at someone and the angel deserved it. Twice now, Dean was in critical condition because of him.
It was a few hours before Castiel appeared.
For a moment they just stared--or glared, in Sam's case--at each other. Then Sam spoke. "What the hell could you possibly have been doing? Why weren't you watching him? Aren't you supposed to be his guardian or something?"
Castiel stood stoic, listening to Sam's rant. "We have had a shake-up in the garrison. I thought I told you about Uriel. We are changing ranks, accepting people who have fallen, we don't know who we can trust, Sam. Even among my kind.
"Now I strongly apologize, this did come at a inconvenient time. The last time I checked in on Dean he was getting rather intimate with a woman in a bar--I thought no more of it."
So Sam had been right. Damn Dean for thinking with his groin instead of his mind. He made a mental note to never let Dean hear the end of it if he woke up--no, when he woke up.
"The situation got out of hand quickly and indeed, under my nose, and I am sorry," Castiel continued.
Then they both were quiet, waiting by Dean's bedside.
Dean didn't show signs of breathing on his own until two weeks later. His chest began to move more rapidly, incidentally, right when Sam was running his finger over one of the stab wounds on his torso, lost in thought.
Sam jumped at the call button, and the doctor and nurses came quickly to assess Dean's condition. A few hours later, the tube came out. Dean was still on oxygen but could now breathe on his own.
It was another few hours when his eyes fluttered open, finding Sam asleep on the arm of his hospital bed. Dean weakly reached out as much as he could and tapped Sam's arm. That was all it took to startle his brother awake.
"Dean, Dean, oh my god," Sam went on in relief.
Dean wasn't even strong enough to keep his eyes open for several seconds, but he looked at his brother and whispered, "Sammy."
This was better than Sam had expected. He had expected Dean to shut off completely, but it seemed, surprisingly, that he was wrong.
It seemed that Dean had made a decision, and that decision was to fight, to carry on to prevent the now-inevitable apocalypse.
He could deal with that. And he would be right by Dean's side the whole time.
"Now, about this girl..."
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end
Author: willow_diamond
Genre: GEN
Pairings: none, but a little Sam/Dean and Sam/Ruby if you squint
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Ruby, OFCs
Rating: PG-13 for language and implied torture
Spoilers: YES MAJOR. up until the most recent episode.
Warnings: implied torture and character death (not one of the boys)
Summary: Dean goes missing and Sam goes to investigate.
Disclaimer: I'll bet they're glad they're not mine.
a/n:
this is my first time really writing a fic D: It had to be written, though. I've been told that when I write it moves too fast, so this may also. Feel free to give criticism. Keep this in mind though: I'm throwing around a theory/thought of mine in this that is not canon yet and still under debate (feel free to debate it as well).
This may be a one-shot, it may not, I haven't decided yet.
It was Castiel who told him.
Dean had been missing for too long. He'd gone to a bar and been there--or somewhere- -far too long.
Sam figured he was out getting trashed, maybe getting laid, because that was Dean's way of dealing with things. Things like the fact that he singlehandedly brought on the apocalypse.
Sam knew he should give Dean space, and that's exactly what he'd been doing. But 48 hours and one starts to worry. Not only that, but one can only watch so many M*A*S*H reruns for two days straight.
He was sitting with his laptop on yet another crappy, hard-as-a-rock motel bed when Castiel appeared (out of thin air, as is the norm for angels) and informed Sam that Dean had not only been captured, but by demons. Lots of them. Somewhere out in an abandoned warehouse.
Then, just like he came, Castiel promptly disappeared. Nice, Sam thought. Just when they're fucking needed, they disappear. He knew Castiel was probably doing something helpful, but it annoyed him nonetheless.
Of course. The same person who started all this is the only one who can end it, and the demons want Dean out of the picture.
Why hadn't he been more careful? More alert? Really, what the fucking hell had he been doing for 48 hours?
The first thing he did was call Bobby. And Ruby. Dean (and Bobby, most likely) wouldn't like that but he was desperate. If Ruby wasn't helping the others, of course, Sam thought briefly. Ridiculous, of course, because as soon as the thought ended there was a a knock on the motel room door.
The two just stared at each other for a long moment.
"You knew-"
"Sam, I....you don't understand..."
"I need it. I need more, I can't take them all-"
"-you can have it, Sam." Ruby already had the knife, sliding it across her arm, not even flinching.
Sam felt dirty as he drank the dark ombre blood from her arm, but it was necessary. And somewhere deep down inside of him, he liked it.
"We need to go. Soon. Now." Castiel had soundlessly reappeared behind them, giving Ruby a look that resembled a glare. "Sam, you should not-"
"No. Not right now. I need to do this, Castiel. For Dean."
Castiel was quiet, for now. They would definitely be talking this over later.
Sam's head was spinning, and not just from the demon blood. He had backup now, thank god, because as much as he tried to tell himself otherwise, he knew he couldn't take on all the demons at once, at least not by himself, even with more of Ruby's blood.
"We have to wait for Bobby-"
"He's here." Castiel responded, the stoic expression returned to his face. Another knock. Sure enough, Sam opened the door to find the man who was like a second father to him standing there, worry creasing his features.
"All right. Grab as many guns, salt, lighters and knives as you can find and throw them in the car," Sam said, barking instructions. He saw Ruby grab her knife and a gun, carefully eyeing the rest of what he and Bobby were currently gathering up.
Castiel sent him a look that said "I could just fly you there". "Not with all the guns," Sam responded, and Castiel's face then took on an understanding look.
The drive was long; one of the longest Sam could remember. Dean could have been 20 minutes away but damn, it felt like years. He didn't like driving the Impala again; it reminded him of those horrible months without his brother. When his brother was in hell. Which lead them to this mess in the first place.
The drive, no matter how long it really was, gave Sam lots of time to think. The other human and the demon in the car were silent, for which Sam was grateful.
But how had this happened? How had Dean let himself get caught? He was smarter than that. Of course, after what happened with Alistair, maybe if they all came at him at once....or a girl. Had to be the latter. Some demon had seduced his brother and Dean was too angst-ridden to see it until it was too late.
And Castiel, he was supposed to watch over Dean, what had he been doing? He wouldn't be happy about Sam using his psychic mojo but hell, he had saved the angel's life so he should shut up. He owed him as far as Sam was concerned.
Ruby brought him out of his reverie, touching his shoulder briefly, signaling to turn.
It was a foggy night, and a bluish gray mist hung over everything. Sam could see the warehouse not 100 feet from the car. He knew they had lost the element of surprise.
He got out of the car and immediately popped the trunk, grabbing what he could, though he knew he wasn't going to use physical weaponry as his first course of action.
Ruby's face had a look similar to what one would wear to their own beheading. With a nod to Bobby and Sam in front, they moved forward.
No sounds could be heard coming from the warehouse until they were right up to the door. A soft moaning could be heard through the old, moldy wood.
Knowing the surprise was lost, Sam kicked open the door, gun up in front of him.
What he saw was like a blow to his gut; a very, very hard blow.
Dean was strung up on an upturned table in the center of the room, in the form of a devil's trap or a pentacle, chains and ropes holding him fast to the wood. Demons stood in a wide circle around him, Sam thought maybe 40 or so of them.
Then he saw Dean's body. He was shirtless, and there were lacerations and bruises on every inch of exposed skin. His pants, while they were still on, hung in tatters on Dean's legs.
Realization hit then that they had been torturing his brother for the past two days straight.
With this revelation came anger, and lots of it. He surged forward, hand extended in front of him, but Bobby held him back.
One of the demons moved forward, a rugged, gray haired man maybe in his forties. "Took you long enough, Winchester. We've been expecting you."
Sam struggled against Bobby, wondering why he was holding him back, when-
"No, uh-uh, one move and your brother dies." He motioned slightly with his hand at Dean. Another demon, a brunette woman, held a knife against Dean's neck, right at his jugular.
It was only then that Sam realized Dean's condition; the fact that he could barely open his eyes, the very small rise and fall of his chest as he meekly gasped for breath under a gag. Probably being kept awake by some dark magic.
The male demon spoke again. "We've been having a little fun with the chosen one here. Our way of oh, say, thanking him."
More anger. Of course, this was what the demons wanted. They knew Dean was his weak spot and they wanted a reaction. He willed himself to calm, just a little.
It didn't work. Fighting off Bobby, he extended his hand-
And then all hell broke loose. He worked on the demon with the knife to Dean's neck first. There was fighting all around him, and he was briefly aware of the cacophony before the burning.
He wasn't sure what it was or what had happened; his senses were overloaded; he was burning, as though someone had poured acid on his body. He writhed for a few moments, his mind completely absorbed in the pain.
When he came to, he was on the floor looking up at the male demon, who smirked and gestured, again, this time to Ruby and Bobby being held up against the wall by an unseen force, what Sam could only imagine were more demons.
"Holy water. Stings like a bitch, doesn't it?"
Sam's head continued to spin. Holy water? Since when was he affected by--Ruby--
He glanced up at her form against the wall. She gave Sam an apologetic look.
Sam extended his hand again, wrapped his power around the demon's throat, when the burning came again. God, it stung.
More noise this time when he came to. He blinked, his vision catching a glimpse of Castiel guarding Dean, and bright lights. White lights and black smoke filled the warehouse as the fight raged on.
Sitting up, Sam saw a couple demons on the outskirts, alone, and exercising his powers, killed them both at the same time. Then two more. And two more after that.
He was surprised at the extent of his powers, even with the holy water added to the equation.
Finally, he saw an unknown female angel finish off the last demon. Sam found he was exhausted, and his nose was bleeding. But he ignored it and moved to Dean's side.
To his horror, he saw that Dean must have received a couple stab wounds as a last attempt to finish him off during the fight. He was bleeding pretty badly.
Movement to his left startled him, and he turned to see Ruby, looking exhausted, limping over to where he stood next to Dean. She helped get rid of the chains and ropes, then moved to help Bobby up.
Sam's relief at seeing them both alive was short-lived when Ruby collapsed to the floor, writhing. Lights flashed throughout her body, and then she lay unmoving on the wood floor.
But someone else needed his attention now. He slid Dean down off the table, into his arms. Having the demons dead and the black magic worn off, Dean was now unconscious.
Sam quickly checked for a pulse and breath. Both were very shallow, almost nonexistent.
"Dean, Dean, please," Sam found himself begging. He couldn't lose his brother again. He couldn't.
Dean's eyes fluttered open very slightly. He looked at Sam briefly, almost cross-eyed. Then Dean grabbed his hand, and his body went limp.
"No! Castiel, damnit, do something! Please!" Sam looked up at all the angels who had assembled there; surely at least one could do something.
Castiel gave a slight nod to his comrades, and they all suddenly appeared next to Sam, placing their hands on Dean's chest. A blinding white light shown throughout the warehouse. When it faded, Dean didn't look any better. Sam looked at Castiel desperately. "what-"
"We have given him a little more time," Castiel responded, stoic as ever. "Now please, Sam, let me take him to the closest hospital."
Sam registered all this very slowly. After a couple of minutes, he nodded, slowly letting Dean be taken from him and into the angel's arms. They were gone immediately.
Sam just sat there, letting everything that had happened sink in. A hand touched his shoulder, jerking him out of thought and alert, and he looked up to see Bobby's concern-stricken face.
He helped Sam up, and they gathered up the guns. They knew what had to be done.
"I'll stay and burn the remains. You go find your brother," Bobby offered.
Sam nodded as they both looked down at Ruby's body. Again Bobby spoke. "She's gone, and she was dead to begin with. I'm sorry."
Sam knew he had to go but he felt compelled to stay there, looking down at Ruby's unseeing eyes. After a couple moments he turned to go to the Impala, telling Bobby over his shoulder to "burn the place down."
The hospital was as to be expected. Sterile, noisy, too white. Sam thought that he had been in too many damn hospitals lately.
Dean was on a respirator, and Sam once again found himself waiting at his brother's bedside. He wanted Castiel to show; he had to yell at someone and the angel deserved it. Twice now, Dean was in critical condition because of him.
It was a few hours before Castiel appeared.
For a moment they just stared--or glared, in Sam's case--at each other. Then Sam spoke. "What the hell could you possibly have been doing? Why weren't you watching him? Aren't you supposed to be his guardian or something?"
Castiel stood stoic, listening to Sam's rant. "We have had a shake-up in the garrison. I thought I told you about Uriel. We are changing ranks, accepting people who have fallen, we don't know who we can trust, Sam. Even among my kind.
"Now I strongly apologize, this did come at a inconvenient time. The last time I checked in on Dean he was getting rather intimate with a woman in a bar--I thought no more of it."
So Sam had been right. Damn Dean for thinking with his groin instead of his mind. He made a mental note to never let Dean hear the end of it if he woke up--no, when he woke up.
"The situation got out of hand quickly and indeed, under my nose, and I am sorry," Castiel continued.
Then they both were quiet, waiting by Dean's bedside.
Dean didn't show signs of breathing on his own until two weeks later. His chest began to move more rapidly, incidentally, right when Sam was running his finger over one of the stab wounds on his torso, lost in thought.
Sam jumped at the call button, and the doctor and nurses came quickly to assess Dean's condition. A few hours later, the tube came out. Dean was still on oxygen but could now breathe on his own.
It was another few hours when his eyes fluttered open, finding Sam asleep on the arm of his hospital bed. Dean weakly reached out as much as he could and tapped Sam's arm. That was all it took to startle his brother awake.
"Dean, Dean, oh my god," Sam went on in relief.
Dean wasn't even strong enough to keep his eyes open for several seconds, but he looked at his brother and whispered, "Sammy."
This was better than Sam had expected. He had expected Dean to shut off completely, but it seemed, surprisingly, that he was wrong.
It seemed that Dean had made a decision, and that decision was to fight, to carry on to prevent the now-inevitable apocalypse.
He could deal with that. And he would be right by Dean's side the whole time.
"Now, about this girl..."
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end