Twisted Dreaming - SPN - Michael & Dean
Title: Twisted Dreaming
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Fandom, Characters: Supernatural; Dean, Michael, brief appearances of Sam
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Michael visited Dean in his dreams, he did whatever he could to get Dean to say yes.
“You know, Dean,” The young face of John Winchester spoke as if he were bored as he tapped a pale finger along side Dean’s cheek, “I don’t have to keep doing this. I don’t have to keep pulling you from the few little moments of happy Father allows you to have.”
Dean crowded further against the dingy wall that was once one of the few fields of nothing he and Sam just stopped in to look up at the sky, to stare up at the sky. At least that was what it was before Michael showed up. Now Dean wasn’t even sure where he was. “Then leave me alone.”
Michael shook his head and gave a sad sigh, “Only when you agree to all terms and conditions. Until then it’s you and me. Oh and Sam. You remember this night, don’t you?”
Michael tilted his head as he moved to lean next to Dean, “I remember it. All of Heaven remembers it actually. The first time you called Sammy boy a freak. Broke his heart and then he went and got himself clawed up by a, what was it again?”
“Werewolf.” Dean bit into his lip and looked away but Michael grabbed his face and forced him to watch as the Dad he knew dragged Sam into the room by an arm even through he was gushing blood.
“Daddy thought you might have to put him down,” Michael chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows.
Dean jerked out of Michael’s grip and swung hard and wide and he missed. His fist smashed through the plaster of the wall and he almost howled in pain before he looked up and met the taunting gaze of Michael. “Stop it. Just stop it you son of a bitch!”
“If you just say yes I won’t have do this anymore.”
“No,” Dean ground out before something pulled him out of his dream and he was starring straight into Sam's concerned eyes.
“You okay, man? I thought you were about to take out the lamp with the way you were flailing around,” Sam rubbed a hand across Dean’s shoulder and waited for some kind of nod or answer before he moved.
“Just a dream,” Dean sighed and glanced at the clock. “Let’s hit the road.”
~*~
He was in the Impala, fingers thumping against the steering wheel in time with AC/DC when the song shifted to Bon Jovi, Dead or Alive. Dean immediately went to change the station and Michael was there tsking at the action.
“Really Dean? I changed the station. You aren’t going to change it back even if you were listening to a cassette. Don’t bother.”
“Right,” Dean pulled his hands off the steering wheel just to see what happened and rolled his eyes. The car just kept on driving.
“So now that you aren’t distracted, have you given any further thought to my offer?”
“I won’t do it.”
“Are you sure about that?” Michael towards the passenger seat and Dean’s eyes widened when he saw Sam. Please wake up. Dean was pleading to his dreamself. What was about to happen to Sam?
Dean ignored everything inside him that was telling him to say yes and give in when he answered Michael, “I won’t do it. You might want to give up because I won’t do it.”
“That’s really too bad, Dean. Sam here might have appreciated you saying yes this time around.” Michael shrugged and disappeared from the car. It was seconds after Michael disappeared when the screech of tires and the crunch of metal happened, when Dean could hear Sam’s agonizing screams.
Dean blinked and choked. His side of the car was in pristine condition but Sam’s. Oh God, Sam. Dean was trying to get to him but it was so mangled, so distorted all he could do was worm a hand through the metal and touch Sam.
“I told you Sam would have appreciated you saying yes.” Michael shrugged and Dean was tearing out of the car after the bastard. He was screaming and yelling, not really caring what was coming out of his mouth. He was going to tear Michael limb from limb for what he was doing. “Just say yes, Dean. Just say yes and we can stop this. It’ll be over.”
“Never,” Dean bowed his head and he felt something shaking him out of the dream. Blinking awake Dean bit into his lip to keep the waterworks at bay from seeing Sam looking at him like he was crazy for sleeping so late.
“You gonna stay in bed all day or do you want to get some work done?”
“Give me a few minutes,” Dean waved Sam away and curled back beneath the covers.
~*~
Michael didn’t even let him dream this time. He just brought him straight into Hell. He was running a hand over the chains and wires that were running through the racks, “You know I never understood what was so great about this place. Torture wasn’t really my thing. I hear it was yours though. I could use that.”
“You won’t.”
“I will,” Michael smirked, “You just think I won’t.”
Dean had really had enough of Michael and what he had been doing. He just snapped, “Yeah well you’re a dick and an idiot.”
“I’ve been going about this the wrong way.” Michael peered into Dean’s eyes, “Just making you angry with me, not achieving what I wanted or needed.”
“Well too damn bad. Let me go because I’m still saying no to your damn offer.”
“You see, you think that but eventually you’re going to break. Every human has a breaking point. You’ll see.” Michael stepped closer his eyes latching onto Dean’s sleep dulled eyes, “It’ll make your life so much easier when you do.”
Dean shot up in his bed looking around the motel room a hand clenching in the sheets as he gasped for breath, “Fuck.”
He looked over at Sam and frowned at the way Sam’s forehead was lined as if he were concentrating on something, his muscles were twitching, and his breaths were uneven. Dean moved across the room and rubbed Sam’s shoulder to wake him, “Sam, wake up.”
“Dean?” Sam looked around confused for a minute and sighed. “Thank god, that dream sucked ass.”
“Yeah, you can say that again,” Dean rubbed a hand at the back of his neck and settled back on his bed before flicking the television on.
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Fandom, Characters: Supernatural; Dean, Michael, brief appearances of Sam
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Michael visited Dean in his dreams, he did whatever he could to get Dean to say yes.
“You know, Dean,” The young face of John Winchester spoke as if he were bored as he tapped a pale finger along side Dean’s cheek, “I don’t have to keep doing this. I don’t have to keep pulling you from the few little moments of happy Father allows you to have.”
Dean crowded further against the dingy wall that was once one of the few fields of nothing he and Sam just stopped in to look up at the sky, to stare up at the sky. At least that was what it was before Michael showed up. Now Dean wasn’t even sure where he was. “Then leave me alone.”
Michael shook his head and gave a sad sigh, “Only when you agree to all terms and conditions. Until then it’s you and me. Oh and Sam. You remember this night, don’t you?”
Michael tilted his head as he moved to lean next to Dean, “I remember it. All of Heaven remembers it actually. The first time you called Sammy boy a freak. Broke his heart and then he went and got himself clawed up by a, what was it again?”
“Werewolf.” Dean bit into his lip and looked away but Michael grabbed his face and forced him to watch as the Dad he knew dragged Sam into the room by an arm even through he was gushing blood.
“Daddy thought you might have to put him down,” Michael chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows.
Dean jerked out of Michael’s grip and swung hard and wide and he missed. His fist smashed through the plaster of the wall and he almost howled in pain before he looked up and met the taunting gaze of Michael. “Stop it. Just stop it you son of a bitch!”
“If you just say yes I won’t have do this anymore.”
“No,” Dean ground out before something pulled him out of his dream and he was starring straight into Sam's concerned eyes.
“You okay, man? I thought you were about to take out the lamp with the way you were flailing around,” Sam rubbed a hand across Dean’s shoulder and waited for some kind of nod or answer before he moved.
“Just a dream,” Dean sighed and glanced at the clock. “Let’s hit the road.”
~*~
He was in the Impala, fingers thumping against the steering wheel in time with AC/DC when the song shifted to Bon Jovi, Dead or Alive. Dean immediately went to change the station and Michael was there tsking at the action.
“Really Dean? I changed the station. You aren’t going to change it back even if you were listening to a cassette. Don’t bother.”
“Right,” Dean pulled his hands off the steering wheel just to see what happened and rolled his eyes. The car just kept on driving.
“So now that you aren’t distracted, have you given any further thought to my offer?”
“I won’t do it.”
“Are you sure about that?” Michael towards the passenger seat and Dean’s eyes widened when he saw Sam. Please wake up. Dean was pleading to his dreamself. What was about to happen to Sam?
Dean ignored everything inside him that was telling him to say yes and give in when he answered Michael, “I won’t do it. You might want to give up because I won’t do it.”
“That’s really too bad, Dean. Sam here might have appreciated you saying yes this time around.” Michael shrugged and disappeared from the car. It was seconds after Michael disappeared when the screech of tires and the crunch of metal happened, when Dean could hear Sam’s agonizing screams.
Dean blinked and choked. His side of the car was in pristine condition but Sam’s. Oh God, Sam. Dean was trying to get to him but it was so mangled, so distorted all he could do was worm a hand through the metal and touch Sam.
“I told you Sam would have appreciated you saying yes.” Michael shrugged and Dean was tearing out of the car after the bastard. He was screaming and yelling, not really caring what was coming out of his mouth. He was going to tear Michael limb from limb for what he was doing. “Just say yes, Dean. Just say yes and we can stop this. It’ll be over.”
“Never,” Dean bowed his head and he felt something shaking him out of the dream. Blinking awake Dean bit into his lip to keep the waterworks at bay from seeing Sam looking at him like he was crazy for sleeping so late.
“You gonna stay in bed all day or do you want to get some work done?”
“Give me a few minutes,” Dean waved Sam away and curled back beneath the covers.
~*~
Michael didn’t even let him dream this time. He just brought him straight into Hell. He was running a hand over the chains and wires that were running through the racks, “You know I never understood what was so great about this place. Torture wasn’t really my thing. I hear it was yours though. I could use that.”
“You won’t.”
“I will,” Michael smirked, “You just think I won’t.”
Dean had really had enough of Michael and what he had been doing. He just snapped, “Yeah well you’re a dick and an idiot.”
“I’ve been going about this the wrong way.” Michael peered into Dean’s eyes, “Just making you angry with me, not achieving what I wanted or needed.”
“Well too damn bad. Let me go because I’m still saying no to your damn offer.”
“You see, you think that but eventually you’re going to break. Every human has a breaking point. You’ll see.” Michael stepped closer his eyes latching onto Dean’s sleep dulled eyes, “It’ll make your life so much easier when you do.”
Dean shot up in his bed looking around the motel room a hand clenching in the sheets as he gasped for breath, “Fuck.”
He looked over at Sam and frowned at the way Sam’s forehead was lined as if he were concentrating on something, his muscles were twitching, and his breaths were uneven. Dean moved across the room and rubbed Sam’s shoulder to wake him, “Sam, wake up.”
“Dean?” Sam looked around confused for a minute and sighed. “Thank god, that dream sucked ass.”
“Yeah, you can say that again,” Dean rubbed a hand at the back of his neck and settled back on his bed before flicking the television on.