Fic: The ABC of Limp!Sam (6/26)
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Title: The ABC of limp!Sam
Author: Lonnie
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst
Characters: Sam & Dean
Summary: All kinds of limp!Sam. In fact, the whole alphabeth!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam or Dean or anything Supernatural sadly :/ The ideas for this ABC fic is thanks to everyone over at limp-sam.com's forum! If it's done before, then sorry, but there's a lot of fics out there and this is just simply my version XD
Beta Reader: Ravanne
Masterpost
Fanfiction.net Link: ABC of limp!Sam
Comments are very much wanted!! =)
Chapter 6: F - Flayed
Set: Just my version of how things might go down in Detroit. Has nothing to do with chapter "C"
"Come on now, Sam. I do not wish to hurt you." Lucifer's voice was sympathetic as usual and it creeped Sam out. There wasn't much left of the man Lucifer was possessing. Half the skull was visible by now and the youngest Winchester had a hard time looking at him. The sight was nauseating and the fact that Lucifer was still so damned calm didn't make it less disturbing.
"But you’re leaving me no choice if you keep saying no." Lucifer stepped closer, but Sam turned his head away. His body was locked in place, kneeling on the ground in the forest outside of Detroit. He felt a bony hand run carefully down the side over his face, through the blood running down from his temple from where Lucifer had struck him, rendering him unconscious and allowing the fallen angel to sperate him from Dean.
"Where's Dean?" Sam turned his head as far away from Lucifer's caress as he could.
"With Michael of course. Where else would my brother's vessel be?" Lucifer answered soothingly, as if Dean's absence was of no concern. "It's time Sam, so why don't you just spare everyone the unnecessary wait and get done with it?" Lucifer stood up and stepped away. Sam just shook his head.
*_*_*
"Come on, Dean. I'm a man of my word." Michael smiled cooly as he strolled in a circle around Dean, watching his vessel closely.
"Yeah? Because the angels are such a trustworthy bunch?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Michael, but stood still as the angel vanished behind his left side, only to appear on the right side.
"Yet you trust Castiel,” Michael pointed out, the smirk never failing. "Last time I checked Castiel was still an angel. Not much of one, but still."
"Cas is the only angel I thrust," Dean insisted.
"Cas? Cute," Michael snorted at the nickname, shook his head and continued walking in circle. Dean grit his teeth, wanting nothing more than to run as far and as fast from Michael as he could, but he was frozen in place.
"So you trust ‘Cas’, yet he had allowed Sam to leave that panic room. Is that correct?" The angel looked away for a second to cover his smile as he waited for the response..
"What are you talking about?" Dean demanded. Deep inside he felt his calm beginning to shred, but he kept his game face on. There was no way he could like this winged dick shake him like this.
"Oh , he never told you? It was he who let your dear baby brother out of the panic room when you were trying to purge the demon blood from his body," Michael revealed.
Dean felt his stomach lurch at Michael's revelation. He didn't want to believe the archangel, but it made too much sense. How else could Sam have escaped from a demon-proof room when he was restrained and the door had been locked from the outside? Ruby would not have been able to go near the place and Sam could not have gotten out on his own.
"He would only have done it if you guys ordered him to," Dean insisted, fighting to hide the deep stab of betrayal he felt.
"Sure enough, but by then even he would know there was something he hadn't been told. Letting your bloodsucking brother out didn't sit right with him, but he did it nonetheless. Obedient little puppy," Michael explained, satisfied with the look on Dean's face. Another of what few allies Dean had left now rendered suspect. Another betrayal to bear.
"Anyway I'm not here to break up your bonding with your pet angel."
"Believe me, you haven't exactly been shy about what you dicks want," Dean spat in his face. The news of Castiel's betrayal hurt him in a way he hadn't been prepeared for, but he knew that the only reason that Michael told him was to try to manipulate him into giving in. There was no way in hell he was going to let that happen.
"The answer is still no! I will not let you use me in a fight you have with your brother. I wont let you use me to hurt my brother," Dean snarled, standing his ground.
*_*_*
"Now Sam." Lucifer was no longer speaking in that calm, coaxing voice and for the first time he seemed genuinely angry. Sam had been flung to the ground and pinned on his back, hands clutching his chest in pain.
"No," he forced out, refusing to give in. He watched helplessly as Lucifer knelt down beside him and drew out a long blade, pressing the sharp edge against Sam's throat.
"You will say yes or I will kill you, Sam," Lucifer sneered, tracing the sharp tip down the side of Sam's neck, leaving a track of blood behind. “I promised not to hurt you. Don't make me break my promise."
Sam stared at Lucifer now, panic evident in his eyes. "You can't do that. You need me or else you can't walk the earth," Sam reminded him, realizing that he was trying to reason wit a being past sanity.
"I most certainly can. I don't need a 'yes' to possess a dead body," the devil smirked, enjoying the fear in his vessel’s eyes. Sam winced, feeling the the blade trace its way down to his chest.
"Then why didn't you just kill me the first time you found me?" Sam tried to sound brave. Tried not to sound as terrified as he felt.
"Because you let me out, Sam. I owed you a chance to give in on your own. I need your soul to keep your body alive." Lucifer's cocky smile was back now.
"You are special, Sam. More special than you ever could imagine. I need a strong soul and a strong vessel to be able to keep me unlike the regular demons. Without your soul your body can't keep me for as long as I wish. Longer then Nick here, but it's not ideal," he explained.
"But I will do it if I need to. I just need to finish Michael and save this beautiful planet from you humans. Your body need last only long enough for that."
Sam just pressed his eyes closed and shook his head. Without warning pain flared up his chest and he screamed. His eyes flew open in shock to see the hilt of the blade planted in his chest. Right through his heart and into the ground beneath him. He screamed from the unbearable pain and tears ran unstopped down the side of his face.
"You've got a knife through your heart, Sammy," Lucifer teased. He was holding onto the handle of the knife, not moving it.
"I will give you one last chance to give me what I want or you'll be suffering a lot more before I let you die." The devil was no longer smiling. He actually looked sympathetic despite the torture he was inflicting. Sam gasped desperately for air, but the pain in his chest made it impossible.
Yet Lucifer wouldn't let him die.
"No!" Sam cried, sobbing now. His hands tried to find the handle of the knife as they clawed they way up his bloody chest, but Lucifer easily swatted his hands away.
"It didn't need to come to this," Lucifer insisted, gently. "You have only your stubbornness to blame. Without warning, he ripped the knife out only to stab Sam in the abdomen.. Dragged the knife across Sam’s stomach stomach, neatly disemboweling him. Sam wasn't screaming any longer, but gasping helplessly.
"Please," he whispered, blood splattering on his lips. His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't see anything. He tried to think of Dean to stay strong and keep Lucifer from getting him, but he was overwhelmed by the pain. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.
"No," he sobbed.
*_*_*
"I promise Dean. I am not like my brother,” Micheal insisted. “I will stand by my word. You will be as good as new when I'm done with you," Michael was standing right in front of the oldest Winchester, hand on his shoulder as if to comfort him.
"What about Sam?" Dean's upper lip was twisting in anger. Any fear he felt was now replaced by sheer rage at how he had been so completely manipulated at every turn, and his helplessness to change the outcome.
Michael didn't answer, simply nodded once.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Dean mumbled. He was ashamed of himself to be giving in, but he was clean out of options. Better him then Sam.
"Let me in," Michael said quietly, staring into Dean's eyes. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Yes."
*_*_*
"It's time brother," Michael craned Dean's neck to both sides while walking through the dark trees. Dean’s body felt comfortable and right, the strong form moving easily through the darkness.
"I know you're here brother." The arch angel flexed his fingers and stopped when he came to the outskirts of the forest. In front of him was a downhill leading to a small town, not far from the outskirts of Detroit.
"Finally." Lucifer stepped out of the forest to face him. Michael turned around, looking his brother up and down with a satisfied smile.
"It took them long enough to say yes," Michael sighed and pulled out a long, slim sword before he stopping several paces before his brother. Something was not right. Lucifer wore Sam Winchester’s body, but something was clearly wrong.
"Your vessel," Micheal said and his eyes caught the sight of a red line tracking across Sam Winchester's throat. He could smell the blood, deep and coppery coming from the other figure.
"He didn't consent!" Michael's voice rose at the realization and gripped the sword with both hands.
"What are you talking about?" Lucifer frowned and tilted his head, taking full use of his vessel's ability to look innocent. He opened the dark green jacket Sam had been wearing to show to a spotless shirt.
"You've been sloppy, Lucifer," Michael sneered and pointed his sword at Lucifer's throat. "He didn't give in so you killed him. You didn't even clean up completely after yourself" His voice was low in anger at seeing a vessel so badly desecrated.
"I will not fight you this way," Michael insisted. The look on Lucifer's face turned from cocky to outraged in mere seconds.
"I am shocked," he growled sarcastically. "Covering your cowardice with false honor." Lucifer stepped closer, ignoring the long blade at his throat,
"You fight me now or I swear you will pay for it greatly. In fact, the whole planet will!" Lucifer snarled. They were standing almost nose to nose now. Lucifer, the Morning Star and Michael, the Viceroy of Heaven.
"Wasn't that your plan to begin with?" Michael threw back in Lucifer's face before lowering his sword and turning away.
"We will extend the deadline then thanks to your little deception," he said and stretched Dean's neck. He could feel Dean's soul very present and turned back to look at his brother.
"As you wish, brother. I will respect your cowardliness and do this later," Lucifer said just as Dean's eyes and mouth started shining brightly as Michael left. As soon as the archangel left his vessel the light vanished into the forest, leaving Dean dizzy and confused.
"Wha...?" Dean rubbed a hand to his temple and groaned. He lifted his head and saw Lucifer looking down at him, staring at him through Sam’s eyes.
"Our meeting has been postponed. My brother was not up for the challenge." Lucifer ran a hand a hand down Sam's chest and slowly the shirt started to get soaked in blood again.
"Don't worry. I will be back for your brother when the time is up, but I will not let him go unpunished for defying my wishes. He will regret his disobedience," Lucifer warned.
Dean was shivering violently and his stomach clenched at the sight of all the blood coming from various stab and slash wounds on his brother's body.
"Sam..." Dean whispered as bright light erupted from Sam's eyes and mouth as Lucifer abandoned his vessel. Sam’s body dropped heavily to the forest floor where he lay unmoving. Dean could not bring himself to move for what seemed like forever, just staring at Sam’s still form before he could force himself to crawl to his brother’s side.
"No, no, no, Sammy..." Dean didn't need to even think to check for pulse. His little brother was dead. His chest and arms had been sliced and there were a few stab wounds as well. Dean turned his head away and threw up in a bush, tears and sobs shaking his tired body.
"You promised me!" Dean shouted into the forest where the light of Michael had vanished. Dean turned back and lifted Sam's bloody corpse into his arms, but it only caused him to cry harder. The cold body, the amount of blood covering his little brother and the feeling of complete emptiness and hopelessness overwhelming him. He couldn't look at his brother so Dean pulled Sam to him and pressed his eyes closed.
"Michael!" he screamed again, not opening his eyes. Suddenly bright light penetrated his eyelids and Dean waited till it at diminished before daring to his eyes. He started a bit when Sam was staring up at him. Dean knew immediately that it wasn't Sam behind those eyes. Carefully Sam sat up, long legs curled in an awkward position, but it didn't seem to bother Michael.
"You're not my biggest fan, I know," Michael said and looked Dean in the eyes. "But I will only keep my word because it is not over."
Dean felt hope flutter in his chest. Michael had promised to fix Sam again if something went wrong, but something in what Michael said didn't add up.
"Not over? You lied to me? You wouldn't have saved Sam if you won?" Dean's voice was shaking, but behind the tears his eyes were fierce.
"I needed you to say 'yes' so I had to tell you that. The longer Lucifer stays in Sam's body the harder it will be to bring him back," Michael explained. Dean watched as wound after wound very slowly healed while Michael was using Sam as vessel.
"I am so confused," Dean whispered, head aching.
"Let's not have this fight now, Dean," Michael said, his usually cocky and self assured attitude was exchanged for a rare look of sympathy.
"I love my brother despite what you think..." Michael started.
"Oh yeah you two just shine with brotherly love," Dean muttered.
"I am healing your brother now because I can. Unlike Sam and Lucifer, you gave me what I needed tonight. That's why I give you your brother back for now."
With that, Sam's eyes and mouth shone again and the light vanished and Sam's body slumped back into Dean's arms. Dean quickly tightened his arms around his brother and carefully checked him over. As Sam's head tilted back Dean could still see scars on his throat vanishing under the shirt. They were still fading, looking weeks rather than hours older. Sam’s chest began to rise and fall as he started breathing again. Whole the time while Sam was healing, Dean didn't stop running his hand through Sam's hair, touching his face gently and returning to stroking his hair. Dean cradled Sam against him, tears still running down his face, his body exhausted. He whispered comforting nonsense in the same manner that he had when Sam was a child while waiting. Once he ran his thumb along the fading scar on Sam's throat and the scar slowly vanished completely with the movement. Dean knew it wasn't his doing, but it still gave him this weird feeling of satisfaction. As if he was helping. He heard a flatter of wings behind him and turned to see a friendly face.
"Cas!" For the first time in too long a bright smile appear on Dean's face. Michael's words about Castiel's actions lingered in the back of his mind, but he would deal with that later. "You're a sight for sore eyes!"
Castiel actually smiled at that and stopped to stand before his human friend.
"He's awake," the angel said and Dean looked down at Sam. Sure enough, his little brother's eyes looked back at him.
"Sam!" He felt himself smiling like an idiot and pulled Sam into a tight hug. He felt his brother squirm a bit and groan, but he ignored it. Sam didn't say anything, but Dean could feel hands grasping at the back of his jacket now.
"Let's get out of here," Castiel suggested and puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. Both brothers nodded and clutched tighter to each other as Castiel brought them to safety.
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Title: The ABC of limp!Sam
Author: Lonnie
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst
Characters: Sam & Dean
Summary: All kinds of limp!Sam. In fact, the whole alphabeth!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam or Dean or anything Supernatural sadly :/ The ideas for this ABC fic is thanks to everyone over at limp-sam.com's forum! If it's done before, then sorry, but there's a lot of fics out there and this is just simply my version XD
Beta Reader: Ravanne
Masterpost
Fanfiction.net Link: ABC of limp!Sam
Comments are very much wanted!! =)
Chapter 6: F - Flayed
Set: Just my version of how things might go down in Detroit. Has nothing to do with chapter "C"
"Come on now, Sam. I do not wish to hurt you." Lucifer's voice was sympathetic as usual and it creeped Sam out. There wasn't much left of the man Lucifer was possessing. Half the skull was visible by now and the youngest Winchester had a hard time looking at him. The sight was nauseating and the fact that Lucifer was still so damned calm didn't make it less disturbing.
"But you’re leaving me no choice if you keep saying no." Lucifer stepped closer, but Sam turned his head away. His body was locked in place, kneeling on the ground in the forest outside of Detroit. He felt a bony hand run carefully down the side over his face, through the blood running down from his temple from where Lucifer had struck him, rendering him unconscious and allowing the fallen angel to sperate him from Dean.
"Where's Dean?" Sam turned his head as far away from Lucifer's caress as he could.
"With Michael of course. Where else would my brother's vessel be?" Lucifer answered soothingly, as if Dean's absence was of no concern. "It's time Sam, so why don't you just spare everyone the unnecessary wait and get done with it?" Lucifer stood up and stepped away. Sam just shook his head.
*_*_*
"Come on, Dean. I'm a man of my word." Michael smiled cooly as he strolled in a circle around Dean, watching his vessel closely.
"Yeah? Because the angels are such a trustworthy bunch?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Michael, but stood still as the angel vanished behind his left side, only to appear on the right side.
"Yet you trust Castiel,” Michael pointed out, the smirk never failing. "Last time I checked Castiel was still an angel. Not much of one, but still."
"Cas is the only angel I thrust," Dean insisted.
"Cas? Cute," Michael snorted at the nickname, shook his head and continued walking in circle. Dean grit his teeth, wanting nothing more than to run as far and as fast from Michael as he could, but he was frozen in place.
"So you trust ‘Cas’, yet he had allowed Sam to leave that panic room. Is that correct?" The angel looked away for a second to cover his smile as he waited for the response..
"What are you talking about?" Dean demanded. Deep inside he felt his calm beginning to shred, but he kept his game face on. There was no way he could like this winged dick shake him like this.
"Oh , he never told you? It was he who let your dear baby brother out of the panic room when you were trying to purge the demon blood from his body," Michael revealed.
Dean felt his stomach lurch at Michael's revelation. He didn't want to believe the archangel, but it made too much sense. How else could Sam have escaped from a demon-proof room when he was restrained and the door had been locked from the outside? Ruby would not have been able to go near the place and Sam could not have gotten out on his own.
"He would only have done it if you guys ordered him to," Dean insisted, fighting to hide the deep stab of betrayal he felt.
"Sure enough, but by then even he would know there was something he hadn't been told. Letting your bloodsucking brother out didn't sit right with him, but he did it nonetheless. Obedient little puppy," Michael explained, satisfied with the look on Dean's face. Another of what few allies Dean had left now rendered suspect. Another betrayal to bear.
"Anyway I'm not here to break up your bonding with your pet angel."
"Believe me, you haven't exactly been shy about what you dicks want," Dean spat in his face. The news of Castiel's betrayal hurt him in a way he hadn't been prepeared for, but he knew that the only reason that Michael told him was to try to manipulate him into giving in. There was no way in hell he was going to let that happen.
"The answer is still no! I will not let you use me in a fight you have with your brother. I wont let you use me to hurt my brother," Dean snarled, standing his ground.
*_*_*
"Now Sam." Lucifer was no longer speaking in that calm, coaxing voice and for the first time he seemed genuinely angry. Sam had been flung to the ground and pinned on his back, hands clutching his chest in pain.
"No," he forced out, refusing to give in. He watched helplessly as Lucifer knelt down beside him and drew out a long blade, pressing the sharp edge against Sam's throat.
"You will say yes or I will kill you, Sam," Lucifer sneered, tracing the sharp tip down the side of Sam's neck, leaving a track of blood behind. “I promised not to hurt you. Don't make me break my promise."
Sam stared at Lucifer now, panic evident in his eyes. "You can't do that. You need me or else you can't walk the earth," Sam reminded him, realizing that he was trying to reason wit a being past sanity.
"I most certainly can. I don't need a 'yes' to possess a dead body," the devil smirked, enjoying the fear in his vessel’s eyes. Sam winced, feeling the the blade trace its way down to his chest.
"Then why didn't you just kill me the first time you found me?" Sam tried to sound brave. Tried not to sound as terrified as he felt.
"Because you let me out, Sam. I owed you a chance to give in on your own. I need your soul to keep your body alive." Lucifer's cocky smile was back now.
"You are special, Sam. More special than you ever could imagine. I need a strong soul and a strong vessel to be able to keep me unlike the regular demons. Without your soul your body can't keep me for as long as I wish. Longer then Nick here, but it's not ideal," he explained.
"But I will do it if I need to. I just need to finish Michael and save this beautiful planet from you humans. Your body need last only long enough for that."
Sam just pressed his eyes closed and shook his head. Without warning pain flared up his chest and he screamed. His eyes flew open in shock to see the hilt of the blade planted in his chest. Right through his heart and into the ground beneath him. He screamed from the unbearable pain and tears ran unstopped down the side of his face.
"You've got a knife through your heart, Sammy," Lucifer teased. He was holding onto the handle of the knife, not moving it.
"I will give you one last chance to give me what I want or you'll be suffering a lot more before I let you die." The devil was no longer smiling. He actually looked sympathetic despite the torture he was inflicting. Sam gasped desperately for air, but the pain in his chest made it impossible.
Yet Lucifer wouldn't let him die.
"No!" Sam cried, sobbing now. His hands tried to find the handle of the knife as they clawed they way up his bloody chest, but Lucifer easily swatted his hands away.
"It didn't need to come to this," Lucifer insisted, gently. "You have only your stubbornness to blame. Without warning, he ripped the knife out only to stab Sam in the abdomen.. Dragged the knife across Sam’s stomach stomach, neatly disemboweling him. Sam wasn't screaming any longer, but gasping helplessly.
"Please," he whispered, blood splattering on his lips. His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't see anything. He tried to think of Dean to stay strong and keep Lucifer from getting him, but he was overwhelmed by the pain. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.
"No," he sobbed.
*_*_*
"I promise Dean. I am not like my brother,” Micheal insisted. “I will stand by my word. You will be as good as new when I'm done with you," Michael was standing right in front of the oldest Winchester, hand on his shoulder as if to comfort him.
"What about Sam?" Dean's upper lip was twisting in anger. Any fear he felt was now replaced by sheer rage at how he had been so completely manipulated at every turn, and his helplessness to change the outcome.
Michael didn't answer, simply nodded once.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Dean mumbled. He was ashamed of himself to be giving in, but he was clean out of options. Better him then Sam.
"Let me in," Michael said quietly, staring into Dean's eyes. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Yes."
*_*_*
"It's time brother," Michael craned Dean's neck to both sides while walking through the dark trees. Dean’s body felt comfortable and right, the strong form moving easily through the darkness.
"I know you're here brother." The arch angel flexed his fingers and stopped when he came to the outskirts of the forest. In front of him was a downhill leading to a small town, not far from the outskirts of Detroit.
"Finally." Lucifer stepped out of the forest to face him. Michael turned around, looking his brother up and down with a satisfied smile.
"It took them long enough to say yes," Michael sighed and pulled out a long, slim sword before he stopping several paces before his brother. Something was not right. Lucifer wore Sam Winchester’s body, but something was clearly wrong.
"Your vessel," Micheal said and his eyes caught the sight of a red line tracking across Sam Winchester's throat. He could smell the blood, deep and coppery coming from the other figure.
"He didn't consent!" Michael's voice rose at the realization and gripped the sword with both hands.
"What are you talking about?" Lucifer frowned and tilted his head, taking full use of his vessel's ability to look innocent. He opened the dark green jacket Sam had been wearing to show to a spotless shirt.
"You've been sloppy, Lucifer," Michael sneered and pointed his sword at Lucifer's throat. "He didn't give in so you killed him. You didn't even clean up completely after yourself" His voice was low in anger at seeing a vessel so badly desecrated.
"I will not fight you this way," Michael insisted. The look on Lucifer's face turned from cocky to outraged in mere seconds.
"I am shocked," he growled sarcastically. "Covering your cowardice with false honor." Lucifer stepped closer, ignoring the long blade at his throat,
"You fight me now or I swear you will pay for it greatly. In fact, the whole planet will!" Lucifer snarled. They were standing almost nose to nose now. Lucifer, the Morning Star and Michael, the Viceroy of Heaven.
"Wasn't that your plan to begin with?" Michael threw back in Lucifer's face before lowering his sword and turning away.
"We will extend the deadline then thanks to your little deception," he said and stretched Dean's neck. He could feel Dean's soul very present and turned back to look at his brother.
"As you wish, brother. I will respect your cowardliness and do this later," Lucifer said just as Dean's eyes and mouth started shining brightly as Michael left. As soon as the archangel left his vessel the light vanished into the forest, leaving Dean dizzy and confused.
"Wha...?" Dean rubbed a hand to his temple and groaned. He lifted his head and saw Lucifer looking down at him, staring at him through Sam’s eyes.
"Our meeting has been postponed. My brother was not up for the challenge." Lucifer ran a hand a hand down Sam's chest and slowly the shirt started to get soaked in blood again.
"Don't worry. I will be back for your brother when the time is up, but I will not let him go unpunished for defying my wishes. He will regret his disobedience," Lucifer warned.
Dean was shivering violently and his stomach clenched at the sight of all the blood coming from various stab and slash wounds on his brother's body.
"Sam..." Dean whispered as bright light erupted from Sam's eyes and mouth as Lucifer abandoned his vessel. Sam’s body dropped heavily to the forest floor where he lay unmoving. Dean could not bring himself to move for what seemed like forever, just staring at Sam’s still form before he could force himself to crawl to his brother’s side.
"No, no, no, Sammy..." Dean didn't need to even think to check for pulse. His little brother was dead. His chest and arms had been sliced and there were a few stab wounds as well. Dean turned his head away and threw up in a bush, tears and sobs shaking his tired body.
"You promised me!" Dean shouted into the forest where the light of Michael had vanished. Dean turned back and lifted Sam's bloody corpse into his arms, but it only caused him to cry harder. The cold body, the amount of blood covering his little brother and the feeling of complete emptiness and hopelessness overwhelming him. He couldn't look at his brother so Dean pulled Sam to him and pressed his eyes closed.
"Michael!" he screamed again, not opening his eyes. Suddenly bright light penetrated his eyelids and Dean waited till it at diminished before daring to his eyes. He started a bit when Sam was staring up at him. Dean knew immediately that it wasn't Sam behind those eyes. Carefully Sam sat up, long legs curled in an awkward position, but it didn't seem to bother Michael.
"You're not my biggest fan, I know," Michael said and looked Dean in the eyes. "But I will only keep my word because it is not over."
Dean felt hope flutter in his chest. Michael had promised to fix Sam again if something went wrong, but something in what Michael said didn't add up.
"Not over? You lied to me? You wouldn't have saved Sam if you won?" Dean's voice was shaking, but behind the tears his eyes were fierce.
"I needed you to say 'yes' so I had to tell you that. The longer Lucifer stays in Sam's body the harder it will be to bring him back," Michael explained. Dean watched as wound after wound very slowly healed while Michael was using Sam as vessel.
"I am so confused," Dean whispered, head aching.
"Let's not have this fight now, Dean," Michael said, his usually cocky and self assured attitude was exchanged for a rare look of sympathy.
"I love my brother despite what you think..." Michael started.
"Oh yeah you two just shine with brotherly love," Dean muttered.
"I am healing your brother now because I can. Unlike Sam and Lucifer, you gave me what I needed tonight. That's why I give you your brother back for now."
With that, Sam's eyes and mouth shone again and the light vanished and Sam's body slumped back into Dean's arms. Dean quickly tightened his arms around his brother and carefully checked him over. As Sam's head tilted back Dean could still see scars on his throat vanishing under the shirt. They were still fading, looking weeks rather than hours older. Sam’s chest began to rise and fall as he started breathing again. Whole the time while Sam was healing, Dean didn't stop running his hand through Sam's hair, touching his face gently and returning to stroking his hair. Dean cradled Sam against him, tears still running down his face, his body exhausted. He whispered comforting nonsense in the same manner that he had when Sam was a child while waiting. Once he ran his thumb along the fading scar on Sam's throat and the scar slowly vanished completely with the movement. Dean knew it wasn't his doing, but it still gave him this weird feeling of satisfaction. As if he was helping. He heard a flatter of wings behind him and turned to see a friendly face.
"Cas!" For the first time in too long a bright smile appear on Dean's face. Michael's words about Castiel's actions lingered in the back of his mind, but he would deal with that later. "You're a sight for sore eyes!"
Castiel actually smiled at that and stopped to stand before his human friend.
"He's awake," the angel said and Dean looked down at Sam. Sure enough, his little brother's eyes looked back at him.
"Sam!" He felt himself smiling like an idiot and pulled Sam into a tight hug. He felt his brother squirm a bit and groan, but he ignored it. Sam didn't say anything, but Dean could feel hands grasping at the back of his jacket now.
"Let's get out of here," Castiel suggested and puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. Both brothers nodded and clutched tighter to each other as Castiel brought them to safety.