[fic] lylithj2: The Breaking 'Verse
[ Themed: evil!Sam ]
Title: The Breaking 'Verse
Writer: lylithj2
Alternate link: lylithj2's Masterpost for complete list of Breaking stories
Status of work: Complete + timestamps
Characters and/or pairings: evil!Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]Non-con, bottom!Dean, Very Dark Fic-no happy ending; several other kinks including ass to mouth. Check each chapter for specific warnings.
Length: 100k+
Summary: Sam “plays his role” and finds his reward at the end. Unfortunately, Dean is not happy about any of it
Reccer's notes: A wonderful take on evil!Sam and captive Dean, the Breaking verse made me cry so many times. Dean is so gutsy and strong here in this story in the face of Sam's rage. In particular there is a chapter featuring an OMC guard that is heartbreaking. Seeing Dean through Edwards eyes after years of captivity had reduced him to a silent shadow of the man he used to be was just gutting. It signals the turning point in the story as Sam's anger finally begins to burn down and he is able to start to forgive his brother. A wonderful, soulful read full of so much angst and heartache it will leave you hurting. One of my all time evil!Sam/Dean reads. I just think lylithj2 owes me at least another 10 timestamps : )
[Short excerpt]Samuel Winchester stalked down the long corridor towards his prize. His boots sunk into thick carpet. Only the soft whispers from his jeans and shirt marked his passing. He approached the double doors and nodded curtly to the two demons standing guard. They bowed deeply in response. He placed his hand over the symbol carved into the doors that kept trespassers out and one person sealed within. The symbol broke and the doors clicked up.
Sam’s heart seemed to stop for a moment. There, sitting on the couch was his prize-his prize for seven years of constant hell. Dean, his brother, sat quietly, not bothering to look up at his guest.
Sam had talked to Dean’s keepers before coming to the penthouse. They spoke of how difficult he was at first, of his temper and violent attempts to escape, his rages about his brother. They said he had changed after Meg visited. They said he had hurt himself several times and that they had to take away sharp objects and keep a constant eye on him.
Sam’s eyes roved over his brother’s perfect body. He watched muscles bunch under the soft t-shirt and the bulge of his thighs though the sweats. Dean’s skin was still golden and his hair was shaggy and longer. Again, the keeps had explained it was hard to cut his hair that he fought them like a wild cat and of course, they couldn’t let him have the scissors himself. So out of frustration, they only cut it twice a year. Sam could see the small wrinkles at his brother’s eyes had depended. The lines at the edges of Dean’s eyes were the only real sign that time had passed for them both. He reminded himself to stop time for Dean, as had been done to him.