Constantine / Supernatural

[my_sam_dean]

Title: Getting Back to Sam

Prompt: Constantine/Dean - kiss, demons, hunt, distrust

Rating: R

Summary: Dean's version of how he was saved from hell.

Character(s): Constantine, Dean, Sam, Bobby

Pairing(s): None

Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers, just speculation for end of Season Three.  Warning for gore.

Notes: (optional) Sequel to Getting Dean Back

Disclaimer:  I own nothing Supernatural or from Constantine.

He didn't cry out as the hellhounds drug him to hell. He knew Sam was just holding on by a thread and hearing his cries would push Sam over the edge.

The heat was the first thing he noticed and the only thing that remained constant in hell. Besides being clawed at and taunted by demons that he had sent back, his teeth were removed one by one. His screams were ripped from his parched throat. The demons delighted in them, for awhile. Then, when the teeth were removed, his bleeding jaws were secured together. That silenced Dean's screams while the demons continued to find joy in his pain.

Constantine gave Dean's scent to a hellhound that led him to Dean. Dean was surprised to see another human in hell, but thought that it could be another illusion. The demons had already shown him ones of Sam being tortured. In Dean's crippled mind, he was unable to tell what was real and what not.

The unknown man knelt by Dean, looking from one of the pictures to Dean.

"Do you know this man?" he asked Dean as he showed him a picture of Sam and the Impala.

Dean just looked at him, waiting for this illusion of hope to turn twisted like the rest of them had.

"Answer me. Do you know this man?"

Dean nodded.

"He wants to get you out of here and came to me for help. I'm Constantine. You need to want to get out of hell enough to walk out on your own. No one can help you with that. I can help you when we get out of the gates."

Again, Dean nodded.

"The protection I can provide you won't last much longer. We need to move now."

Dean stood up as shooting pains went through his body with each move. Constantine kept offering words of encouragement, showing him that picture of Sam when he saw Dean start to falter.

The hellhound that accompanied Constantine was still by Dean's side, growling at any demon that dared to get too close.

He was so tired and in so much pain. If not for Constantine's prodding, showing him the picture and telling him about Sam, Dean would have given up. Once he cleared hell's gates, Constantine picked him up.

"You've done well, Dean. Rest. I'll bring you to Sam."

Dean let his heavy eyelids close. He dreamed of Sam's voice. Then, Bobby's gruff voice joined Sam's. He could feel some prodding but it was nothing compared to the pain that he'd been in. If Sam and Bobby were just a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

He'd been drifting through various levels of consciousness, but was yanked back when Sam touched his jaw.

He couldn't make out any images when his eyes opened. He was sure he was still in hell. He fought those demons with renewed vigor after his 'dream' with Sam, Bobby and what could have happened.

Then, he realized that he wasn't getting hurt, just held still. Was that still Sammy's voice he heard? Was he still dreaming?

Those eyes. He knew those eyes better than he knew the engine of the Impala. That was Sam, no doubt about it. He quit fighting and tried to concentrate on what Sam was saying.

When Sam's calming voice told him that he just wanted to look, Dean couldn't help the tears. He'd wanted Sam to rescue him, but he'd never thought it through enough to realize that Sam would also be seeing the damage caused by going to hell after they couldn't break the deal.

Ever so gently, Sam pulled on Dean's lip to assess the damage that had been done. When he mentioned getting Bobby, Dean knew he couldn't let him go. He gripped Sam's arm as tightly as he could. He feared that Sam wanted to run from him because of the condition that he was in. He was relieved when Sam called Bobby on the phone.

Having yet another person see what had happened was just too much. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and clutched Sam's hand.

"We can fix this, Dean," Bobby ran his fingers through Dean's hair. "We can make this all better. I just need to grab some things from my kit.'

He was back in a moment. Bobby pushed along Dean's jaw. "Does any of this hurt?" Dean shook his head. Bobby pushed the joint. Dean shook his head.

"Sam, I need you to hold Dean's jaw in place. After I get the stitching out it will probably drop open and we want to prevent that. We'll use the bandage to tie Dean's jaw until the muscles get stronger. I'll make a run for some strong antibiotics and pain killers. We'll get you fixed up, Dean, good as new."

Dean started to relax as Sam and Bobby got to the task at hand. Bobby said it could be fixed. If he said it, it had to be true. Bobby had never lied to either of the boys and Dean doubted that he'd pick now as the time to start.

Bobby left to get the antibiotics and painkillers and Sam got into bed by Dean.

He ran his fingers through Dean's hair and kissed his forehead. "I'm so happy we got you out, Dean. It was all I could think of. Getting you out."

Dean leaned into Sam's hand, marveling at the feel of Sam's skin. He'd forgotten what it had felt like.

Sam gave Dean a couple sips of water before Bobby gave him the shots of antibiotics and painkiller.

"Okay, Dean. Bobby's going to give you a couple of shots and then you'll fall asleep," Dean was scared but just gazed into Sam's eyes, trusting him. "I will be right here, Dean. I'll be sleeping by you and Bobby will move his things in here. We're not leaving you alone."

Dean held Sam's eyes with his as slowly nodded.

"We love you, Dean. We're not going to let anything happen to you," Sam kissed his forehead.

Dean closed his eyes with that promise echoing in his mind.

***

The demons were tearing into him again. Their claws. Their teeth. He couldn't scream anymore, not that there was anyone to answer them anyway. He was all alone and he had to get used to it.

"Just become one of us, Dean," the demon who had inhabited Meg and Sam's bodies hissed at him. "It will be so much easier for you down here when you just give in."

Dean shook his head.

"Not ready to join up with the winning side? You will be," the same demon added as turned his back, withdrawing his offer.

"Dean! You need to be still. You have stitches that could rip out. Dean! It's Sam! Come back to me! Dean, open your eyes!"

Dean opened his eyes and could see the terror in Sam's.. He was ashamed that he had put it there.

"Dreaming of hell?"

Dean nodded.

"When you were there, did they turn you?" Sam's voice was soft and non-judgmental.

Dean shook his head.

"You stayed human?" Sam's eyes filled with tears.

Dean made sure to keep his eyes on Sam's as he nodded. He needed Sam to know that he came back broken and bloody but still Dean.

"I'm so proud of you, Dean. That couldn't have been easy."

Dean was frustrated at his inability to tell Sam what he needed to. He made a writing motion. Sam brought a pen and paper to him.

Dean scribbled:

Worth it.

For you.

Knew you'd come.

His teary eyes looked up at Sam. Sam read the note aloud.

"You always did know me best," Sam sniffled through the tears. "You'd have done the same for me."

Dean nodded.

That's when he knew, no matter what, they were going to be okay. They were brothers. And, brothers like them could make it though anything.