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SPN Fic: Bleed the same
Title: Bleed the same
Author: dk323
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel (pre-slash), Sam, Ruby
Spoilers: 4.01 Lazarus Rising, vague hints to 4.02, but not spoilery
Disclaimer: The show Supernatural is property of The CW and Eric Kripke. No money being made.
Summary: The fire was hotter than Sam had expected.
Author’s notes: After the first episode of season 4, I was inspired to write this. In short, Sam meets Castiel and has to face the facts. This is unbeta'd - any mistakes are mine. Comments are appreciated. :-)
Dean was looking straight at him. He was sitting in the bed across from Sam, his palms up.
But he didn’t say a word, which freaked Sam out more than he liked to admit. Then his older brother directed his attention to his wrists.
Sam saw that Dean’s wrists were honest-to-god bleeding. Both wrists had been slashed and a thick stream of blood was dripping silently onto the floor from each slit.
“Dean -- who did that to you?” He breathed, moving to touch him.
Dean quickly stood up and moved a few feet away. His back was to Sam and he seemed tense, Sam thought.
“Dean?
He glanced at Sam, “I’ve given a lot, Sammy. I don’t think--” But he cut himself off when he spotted a light just outside their motel room door.
“What is it, Dean? Just spill it.” Sam pressed.
An ear-splitting noise prevented any chance of Dean responding.
There was a flutter of black wings and Sam saw a man kneeling beside his fallen brother.
*
“You are not invited.” A man wearing a trench coat and a stern expression told him.
Sam glared at this intruder, “And who the hell are you?”
“Castiel.” He said briskly.
“What’s the deal with you and my brother? He told me what you did for him.”
The angel only nodded, “Look up.”
“Why?” He asked, but not a moment later he saw a drop of blood land beside him on the bed.
He looked up to the ceiling.
Dean was on it, fire surrounding him, and a bloody rip at his abdomen. Sam could only just make out the expression of horror on his face.
“You understand now, don’t you?” Castiel said, looking at him accusingly.
After Jess, Sam swore to himself that he would never let something like this happen again.
Castiel moved closer to Sam and leaned forward so that they were almost nose to nose.
“I dragged Dean out of hell when he shouldn't have been there in the first place. You should be the one on that ceiling. He gives and gives and gives, and what do you do?”
“What – you think I’ll turn into a demon or something?”
“No,” He said, as he moved away from Sam, “But I do know that God has rejected you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Castiel smirked at him and snapped his fingers.
The fire was hotter than Sam had expected.
*
“Sam! Sammy – wake up, man!”
Someone was roughly shaking his shoulders.
Sam opened his eyes to see Dean trying to get his attention.
“I’m fine. Let me go,” He muttered, not quite looking Dean in the eye.
“You looked like you were having a nightmare.”
“Yeah, sorry to wake you up. It was nothing really.”
“Well you woke me up with your screaming. Don’t lie to me and say ‘it was nothing’.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to go back to sleep.”
“Okay, whatever, bitch.”
“Jerk.” Sam answered automatically, but then grabbed Dean’s wrist before he could pull away.
“Where did those scars come from? On your wrists?” He asked urgently.
“…You should be the one on that ceiling. He gives and gives and gives, and what do you do?”
Dean stared at him oddly, and looked at the faded scars on his wrists.
“They’re just scars, Sam.”
Sam sensed someone else in the room with them. And it definitely wasn’t Bobby.
“Dean.”
Dean turned around sharply at Castiel’s voice.
“Yeah?”
“We need to talk.” He said simply, expecting Dean to comply.
Dean looked to Sam, “You haven’t met Castiel yet…”
Sam quickly shook his head, “No, that’s all right. Just do whatever you have to do. I don’t think he wants to see me anyway.”
“He’s right, Dean. Let him--” Castiel interrupted, “sleep.” And with that, he walked toward Sam and placed his hand on his forehead.
“In the fires of hell, they will worship you,” He whispered into his ear before Sam fell asleep by his hand.
“You didn’t need to do that,” Dean said, annoyed.
“We don’t have much time. I prefer not to waste it on a trivial matter.”
“Fine. Talk.” Dean looked up at him, defiantly.
Castiel smiled slightly, and put his right hand under Dean’s chin.
“Forget him.” He said softly.
Dean took hold of Castiel’s arm and ripped it away from him, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It’s not your fault, Dean. You tried your best, and God sees that. You have to understand – it’s a lost cause now.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You will, Dean. You will.”
*
“Face it, Sam. You’re going to be hell’s bitch. You already pretty much are,” Ruby informed Sam the next day.
Sam hadn’t seen his brother since last night.
“Shut up, Ruby. Don’t tell me things without proof.”
Ruby rolled her eyes, “You know it’s true.”
Sam looked sideways at Ruby, “Dean’s gone off somewhere.”
“Yeah? What’re you looking at me for?”
“I think--” Sam started, but then rethought his words, “I think that things between us are going to change.”
Ruby put a loose strand of hair behind her ear before answering, “What – between you and Dean?”
Sam nodded grimly, “Yeah.”
She shrugged, “Life’s a bitch and then you die.”
Sam didn’t bother responding as he downed the rest of his beer.
“Apocalypse, baby. I can feel it coming.” Ruby commented, smothering a cigarette on the ground with her foot.
*
“You understand what must be done?” Castiel asked Dean.
Dean rubbed his face wearily, “Yeah, yeah. Doesn’t mean I like the idea.”
Castiel didn’t say a word, though he gave the human a look of sympathy.
*
A few years later…
This time, Sam knew the flames whipping viciously at him were real.
As real as Dean’s cold expression as he watched Sam descend into hell.
Gaaaah
Wtfwtfwtfnooooooooo! D: That aside, I think you are totally right about where the show is headed. Although hopefully not THAT extreme. *shiver* Love the fire imagery you've got going on, the boys just never can escape it, can they? Castiel coming to Sam in a dream and saying God has rejected him is great. Ouch, that's gotta hurt. And Sam is for totes jellis of Castiel anyway. C'mon, Sam. The angel can't help it that the pious tax accountant just happened to also be super-hot.
I want more Dean/Castiel. And coughmaybesomeSam/Rubycough. Hope the new season continues to inspire you!
Re: Gaaaah
Ha - I'm sure Sam is jealous of Castiel. Poor Sam. :(
Hope you're doing well - thanks a lot for reading this. :-)
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...“In the fires of hell, they will worship you,” ...WoW scary:)
..As real as Dean’s cold expression as he watched Sam descend into hell....way cool!
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Well thought out and dark, very cool. I loved it :D
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