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SPN Fic: Lay me to sleep
Title: Lay Me To Sleep
Author: dk323
Rating: PG-13 [for somewhat dark themes]
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, Castiel
Spoilers:
Supernatural ~ 1x06 “Skin” [contains a small bit of dialogue from the episode]
Disclaimer: The show Supernatural is property of the CW and Eric Kripke. No money being made. Song lyrics from: Prelude 12/21 by AFI & Round and Round by Ratt.
Summary: [AU!] Sam is murdered by the shape-shifter.
Author's Notes: This is somewhat experimental, but I felt the need to write it. Comments are appreciated, thanks!
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He pressed the gas pedal to go faster. Speeding down the highway -- the wrong way. It was all wrong. But that was okay. That was all right…
The truck was heading in his direction. The Impala held her ground though. Dean didn’t listen – tried not to – to the honking of horns. Other drivers alerting him that what he was doing was crazy –
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“You got a death wish?!”
“You’re going the WRONG way!”
Dean didn’t listen. “Highway to Hell” played louder and drowned out everything else.
*
“Dean, Sam’s dead. That thing killed him,” Becca told him.
He just stared at her.
He couldn’t believe it.
He just couldn’t.
*
“Dean, what the hell are you doing?”
Dean spared a glance at the passenger seat. Sam was there. He was always there. In Dean’s mind though. He wasn’t real, but it was comforting…and Dean couldn’t think of a better way to go.
“Don’t do this. You’re not suicidal, Dean. C’mon, man.”
Dean didn’t look at him. Instead he stared hard at the road ahead of him.
The truck was getting closer. Real close, now.
*
“They’ll never catch him.”
“Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life.”
*
The cops were on his tail, he knew it. It was only time now --
*
“DEAN!” His brother yelled.
Sam’s arm shot out in front of Dean – as if that would help.
To save him.
But Sam just faded away a second later.
He wasn’t real.
Dean closed his eyes, wondering what it would feel like to crash head on with a truck.
And he found out --
*
He opened his eyes. He was greeted by a blinding flash of light.
He felt a burn across his forehead. A brush of fiery lips had left an imprint on him, he was sure of it. He touched his forehead and felt raised skin.
“Angels are watching over you.”
*
Dean woke up.
He was lying in bed. Sam was moving around their motel room, getting ready.
The shape-shifter hunt had been a few days ago.
Sam was alive. He was okay.
“Wake up already. We gotta get moving, Dean.”
He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. He still felt groggy and disoriented.
“Yeah, all right. Hold up though.”
Sam looked at him oddly. “You have something on your forehead--”
With a feeling of trepidation, Dean touched his forehead.
He felt it.
It was still there –
What the hell?
“Where did that come from, Dean? It wasn’t there when you fell asleep last night.”
“It’s nothing, Sammy. Don’t worry about it.”
“Dean,” Sam began in an earnest tone.
Dean just climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
“I’m going to take a shower, Sam.”
Sam could hear the note of finality in his brother’s voice.
The conversation was over. That was one thing he was sure of.
*
Right after Dean closed the door, he turned around to find a strange man in a trenchcoat standing in front of him.
“Who the hell are you?” He demanded, feeling more than a little freaked.
The man looked directly at him with a stare so intense that Dean found it difficult to look away.
The stranger didn’t say a word. He just nodded at Dean and –
-- then he disappeared.
Dean could have sworn that he heard an odd noise – like wings fluttering?
“Dean? You okay in there? The shower’s not running.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”
Dean looked at himself in the mirror and found out what sort of mark was on his forehead.
It was a cross.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!”
*
With love we'll find a way
Just give it time
“Hey, Dean. What was with that light coming from inside the bathroom while you were in there? It didn’t look normal.”
Dean snuck a look at Sam from the driver’s seat.
“It’s nothing, Sammy. Maybe you were, you know, seeing things.”
“Something’s going on, Dean. That’s the second time you’ve said, ‘It’s nothing’.”
“Yeah, well--”
“Look, Dean. The thing with the shape-shifter -- seeing him looking like you and trying to kill me – it’s bugging you, isn’t it?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Sam,” he said a little too quickly, his jaw clenching.
“All right, well, I just wanted to tell you -- you saved me back there, Dean – with the shape-shifter. Not the shooting it dead part, but fighting that thing – I knew I could hold my own. All thanks to you, man. You taught me how to fight – to survive.”
Dean looked his way, a small smile forming on his lips.
“That was beautiful, Sam,” he said with a smirk.
Sam easily caught the sarcasm and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
The road ahead of them was wide open. Dean revved up the engine while Sam took out the map from the glove compartment to check out where they were heading next.
Dean put the nightmare and his encounter with an angel (if he was crazy enough to believe that -- no matter if the hints gave credence to it being an angel) in the bathroom behind him.
For now.
*
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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