Dean Interrupted Part Four
Title: Dean Interrupted
Disclaimer: Not mine... sadly.
Prompt/Idea: By aelijah85
Author: yellowmoongazer
Characters/Pairings: There aren't really meant to be pairings, but I guess Sam/Lucifer if you squint and if you squint harder Sam/Dean. Sam, Dean, Bobby, Castiel and some other characters.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Written after Sam Interrupted from Season 5
Prompt/Idea: By aelijah85 After Sam and Dean do their thing and the spell,power whatever breaks Sam goes back to normal but after everything (mainly the 40 years in hell. But, yeah pretty much his whole life sucked so that to) Dean is not okay and just snaps, breaks etc. Would Sam take him with him? (I think he would), Take them straight to Bobbys? Or put him in another hospital? Okay so in my head Lucifer is not trying to use Sam as a Vessel but bring him to his side. So it could either be Regular Sam protecting and taking care of Dean or Evil!Sam protecting and taking care of Dean.
Summary: Dean's sanity never came back.
Disclaimer: Not mine... sadly.
“The rest of the camp should be back soon, they need to get back before nightfall,” Bobby sounded, staring out the window.
“The freaks come out at night,” Stan sniggered. Dean was sat with Dandelion playing cards.
“Everyone has a reason as to why they end up in this kind of life,” Dandelion quizzed, “I know a lot about you Dean Winchester, I mean everyone here does… but what I don’t know is how you became a hunter. Can you tell me that?”
Dean placed a card down and took one from the pile; he sat cross legged staring at the cards as though they held all solutions to the world’s worse problems.
Dean smiled and said, “Once, I had a mommy and daddy and a nice home. But the best thing that I had in the world was my baby brother Sammy. I remember how my mommy used to kiss me goodnight, she told me the angels are watching over me, and she smelt like honey. Have you ever smelt honey? It has to be the real kind, like from bee’s houses, not the runny kind shops sell. Real honey smells like, it smells like sweetness… happiness. That was my mom.”
“Sounds like you loved her a lot.” Dandelion said, Dean had looked away from his cards and was staring at his lap. There was a silence, but a peaceful one, that held the air of hope.
“I did, I still do” a tear dropped down from his face and landed on his thumb. “She was brave too; she died trying to protect Sammy. I don’t remember much of that night, but I remember hearing Sammy cry. He was only a baby, he didn’t know what was happening, but he cried the loudest I had ever heard him cry. So I ran to his room, that’s when I saw my daddy… and I felt the heat from the fire. He told me to take Sammy outside and to not look back.”
“Wow, you carried him from a burning house? That’s so brave of you.”
“I did what my daddy told me to. I always did what my daddy told me to. That’s what sons do. You see my mommy smelled of honey, but my dad, he smelled of oil.”
“Oil? I don’t understand. Why did he smell of oil?” Dandelion looked confused.
Dean smiled, “Well, it was probably because he worked at a garage. But what I think… see I think he would smell of oil no matter what job he had. Whenever I smelt oil, I knew a car was coming, and I stepped out the way. Everyone knows you can’t fight a car. A car is hard and will run you down if you don’t get out of its way. That’s what my dad was. He was a car. When he told me to jump, I jumped. Because otherwise I’d be in the car’s path. I don’t want to be in the cars path. And that’s how things worked. He told me to fire a gun at a demon, I fired a gun at a demon because that way, I avoid getting run over by a car.”
“But, didn’t you do what you wanted to do?” Dandelion felt so sad, Dean never got to live his own life.
“Of course I got to do what I wanted to do. You’ve never met Sammy so you won’t know, but if you had have met him, you’d know that looking after Sammy is what I wanted to do. I’m responsible for him. Sammy… Sammy is wonderful. Ever since he was little, I knew he was smart. He’s super smart. Sometimes I think he’s smarter than one of those computers I see him using. He was so smart as a kid that he knew our dad was special. He’d always ask me why he left at night, coming back bloodied and tired. Why he’d carry weapons when everyone else’s dad carried briefcases. He knew before I told him that our dad was a super hero. Who else’s dad kills monsters? No one’s that’s who. Sammy didn’t always see it; he sometimes got angry at him, angry at me for doing as our dad said. But that’s just because Sam’s sometimes like that. I forgive him. I always forgive him.” Dean smiled at Dandelion, and she returned it. But she couldn’t help feeling sorry for Dean. He never had a childhood, maybe that’s why he’s how he is now. Maybe, after all the terrible things that have happened in Dean’s life, maybe now he can get a decent childhood. But somehow, Dandelion knew that the world didn’t work that way. The world just isn’t that fair. “Dean, I think you should start doing things you want to-
Midway through sentence the door flew open and four more people entered. They were dirtied and smelt of fear and sweat. “We’ve got some food, but not a lot. Ran into a wendigo along the way. Bastard took most of what we collected.” The tallest of the group said. He was the leader of the camp and called himself Drain.
Another man followed, he was shorter and stockier, he was named Toby “How did the plan go? Did you get him?” None of the arrivals saw Dean sat cross legged in the corner of the room.
“The plan went well,” Bobby said, “Dean, come here. Don’t be shy.” Dean slowly got up and stood by Bobby. He kept his head down and mumbled something inaudible.
“You! I remember you.” Immediately the man following Toby into the room lunged at Dean, arms flailing and teeth bared like a rabid animal. Dean responded by grabbing hold of Bobby and digging his face deep into his shoulder.
“Hey! Hey stop now!” Bobby glared, stepping between the two, “What the hell is wrong with you David?”
“What’s wrong with me? I’m angry… that’s what is wrong with me. I remember this bastard from when I was possessed. I walked into a room, and there he was, just sat there doing NOTHING, when in the same room innocent people where being killed. One by one they were dragged against the wall and shot by Lucifer. I knew it was Lucifer because the demon possessing me took pride in telling me that I was lucky I wasn’t one of them, that Lucifer was sparing me. It didn’t feel like I was being spared. It felt like hell, being trapped inside my own body, not being able to move. But Dean, Dean you could have fought Lucifer off. But instead you just sat there sobbing. What good is that? What good is crying when innocent people are being murdered?” David spat.
“I… I… I’m sor-sorry.” Dean spluttered between sobs. Bobby patted Dean on the back and soothed, “Hey Dean, it’s not your fault. David here is just angry. And sometimes when you’re angry you say stupid things.”
Dean looked at Bobby through a wall of tears, “I’m stupid. Everyone thinks it… they’re right.”
“No, don’t you dare think that Dean, I’ve told you, you’re smarter than most people here.” Bobby glared at David, “David, I think me and you need to talk in private. I think we all do.”
David spat on the floor, “I’m happy to go into a different room, somewhere where this coward isn’t.” Bobby gave Dean a hard squeeze on his shoulder, the kind of squeeze which told him, “I’ll protect you”. Bobby and the rest of the camp departed and went into the room next door, leaving Dean with Castiel.