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summary: PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE AND TORTURE RRAAAAHHHHH teehee im just kidding. dean suffers a little, he bullies castiel, sam gets a couple hours of peace, soldier boy is a little tame, not too much tho, and indulges them a little bit cuz he thinks they're stupid and dean fumbles the bag (his brother).
tw: dean bullying cas, suicidal!dean, homophobic language, (pls check out the ao3 link for ALL tags/tw)
a/n: you prob can tell i had loads of fun writing this haha. and i really hope you enjoy reading it too <3 a reblog would be nice, a comment too or some nice tags would make my day <3 much love to everyone reading and enjoying samboy w me !!!
Dean's hand suddenly feels cool under Castiel's own - or maybe it was warm but Dean couldn't feel it because his hand was just that hot - his flesh glowing yellow. Dean feels the angel's grace seep into his flesh, mending his broken hand in no time. When the angel is done, he pulls his hand back and clenches his hand in a fist, turning it over and dropping it by his side, looking at Sam sleeping on his bed.
What Sam was doing could not be described as sleep, he technically was, but Dean saw how as soon as Sam managed to climb on the bed, he all but passed out, body shutting down immediately. He couldn't even take his shoes off or get under the covers before his body gave out.
Dean, with the help of Castiel, tucked Sam in, making sure he was comfortable and had his hair away from his tired face. It's been about ten minute since Sam completely passed out and the angel fixed his hand and now Dean was sitting on the chair by Sam's desk, dread eating at him like never before.
Castiel stared at the man with pity in his eyes, sitting on the floor, his back to Sam's bed, "What now?"
As soon as he spoke, Dean's expression changed in the blink of an eye, "Why didn't you smite him?"
Dean looked furious then, glaring at Castiel with so much poison that it took the angel by surprise. Castiel clenched his hands then, expecting Dean to jump and try to kill him by Sam's bed. "To smite someone, I have to touch them," Castiel still answered, being careful not to take his eyes off Dean for even half a second, in case he tries to slash his throat open with a pencil in a fit of rage.
Castiel watched the man's shoulders rise and fall, his left eye twitching a little and he finally looked away, gathering his head in his hands, "Did you see that? He didn't have a single scratch on him. He didn't even feel anything,"Dean sounded defeated and frustrated, "What the fuck is he?"
"I don't know," Castiel answered when he didn't need to, it was mostly a rhetorical question, and it seemed to piss Dean even more, "You don't? How old are you, buddy? 10,000 years old? And you don't know?" Dean's voice got louder the more he spoke and Castiel winced, "You'll wake Sam up,"
Dean hissed, "Oh, shut up,"
But he did whisper those last words, taking into consideration his baby brother sleeping in the room.
Dean hated himself then, hated that he was practically hiding in Sam's room with Castiel from the monster outside, Soldier Boy. He felt like he was a coward, like everything his daddy taught him not to be. But then, John probably never imagined there ever could be someone else from another universe with his son's face. Dean wondered then, if he existed somewhere else under a different name, does Sam? Their mum? Their dad? Are they alive and well, all together as a proper family, apple pie life and all?
Who knows. All Dean really cares about at this moment is finding a way to figure out what Soldier Boy is, and how to kill him, or at least get rid of him, because Dean does not want to share Sam, under any circumstances.
Dean looked at his brother, sleeping on the bed, in the same position Dean left him. A little shiver of panic suddenly washed over Dean, he got up from his seat, ignoring Castiel on the floor and leaned down over Sam's sleeping figure, he took two of his fingers and held them under Sam's nose, when he felt a little wind he sighed in relief, patting Sammy's hair down and straightening back up.
"Get out of the room, Sam needs to rest," Dean said without looking at the angel and opened the door, stepping out. Castiel following after him. Dean switched the lights off and slowly closed the door.
Castiel didn't move then, standing there, looking at Dean expectantly. Dean finally looked at him, "Go and look for some explanations about this guy, if anyone knows where he's from and what he is,"
"You're going to talk to him? Alone?" Castiel frowned in concern.
"I know what I'm doing, just go," Dean waved his hand dismissively and turned around, making his way back to the room where they left Soldier Boy.
Castiel didn't say anything and left with a flap of his wings, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
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.
.
Dean doesn't know what he's doing.
If anything, he only knows how to be persistent and hard headed, and unfortunately for him, it proved to be extremely amusing to Soldier Boy, who was sitting on a chair, by their big table in the common room.
Dean was glaring daggers at the man, hasn't said a word since he caught him having another beer in the common room. The man had seven of them, empty, on the table, and a half eaten bag of peanuts. Dean simply took a seat on the far corner of the table, his gun digging at his hip, tucked in his waistband.
The hunter really thought he'd have some questions lined up by the time he found this fucking guy. But right as he saw his face, he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to ask. There was so many things that Dean wanted to know, and he didn't know where to start.
Luckily, or unluckily for him, Soldier Boy broke the silence, "What?"
"What?" Dean repeated, glare stuck to his face.
"What do you wanna know?" Soldier Boy smirked, staring down at his fingernails.
"I don't want to know anything," Dean quickly said, and he immediately regretted it because why did he even say that? He wants to know so much! But his mouth spoke before his brain registered it. He felt like he should be defiant, like he should fight this guy.
"Oh, sure you do, look at you, you're dying for it," Soldier Boy chuckled, mean and nasty.
Dean inhaled sharply, his fingers tingling for the metal of his gun, even though he knows it won't do shit to this man, "What are you?"
"I'm America's Golden Boy & Saving Grace; Soldier Boy," Ben said, chest puffed out and everything.
"Yeah, right, why are you not dead?" Dean tried again.
"Cuz I can't, I'm invincible," Ben lied, knowing full well that his previous team of Supes managed to trap him because apparently he was bringing (more like terrorising) them down or whatever the fuck. Soldier Boy was betrayed, but Dean doesn't need to know that.
"So you're what? Superman?" Dean said.
"Who the fuck's that?" Soldier Boy frowned, disgusted to be compared to anyone.
"A comic book super-hero,"
"So he's not real?"
"No,"
"Huh, I guess I'm the only one in your world now,"
"Not for long,"
Soldier Boy stared at Dean for a minute and snorted, "Why do you hate me? I saved your brother's ass,"
"Because you made him do things he doesn't want," Dean hissed and Ben looked around, as if this was some sort of joke and burst out laughing when he realised Dean was very serious, "You think—?" Soldier Boy laughed, slapping the table and Dean bristled at the sound, the memory of Sammy kissing Soldier Boy making him want to shoot himself.
"Everything that Sammy ever did was out of his own will, I mean, I admit sometimes he needed a bit of encouragement but he got there, eventually," Soldier Boy hummed, Dean's expression getting more disturbed as he went on.
"What do you mean everything?" Dean's mouth went dry.
Soldier Boy licked his lower lip, "Did you know your brother was a fag, Dean? The things these little boys do for cock, lucky for him, I was there, to keep him safe of course,"
Dean's head was getting dizzy, what in the fuck is this guy even on about?
Worst of all, Dean couldn't tell if he was lying to fuck with him or not, it was awful, especially since he wore his fucking face and had his voice. Even Dean was a good liar, he has to, to be a good hunter, and it was difficult for him to attempt to read this guy's words.
"You should thank me, Dean. For keeping our princess safe," Soldier Boy smirked.
"Don't call him that," Dean gritted through his teeth.
Soldier Boy laughed again and got up, Dean tensed his body so he wouldn't flinch and watched the man make his way towards one of the doors, adjusting the tent in his jeans.
"Where are you going?" Dean quickly got up.
"To take a piss," Soldier Boy grunted.
Dean contemplated letting this guy look aimlessly for the toilet in the maze that was their bunker, but then the mental image of Soldier Boy just taking a piss on a random wall in the hallway flashed in his head. Dean clenched his jaw and caught up with the man, "We don't have toilets here, you'll have to go outside,"
Soldier Boy raised his brow, "You're a shit liar, you know that?"
Dean's eyes widened a little and Soldier Boy walked past him, their shoulders bumping as he made his way down the hallway.
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Sam wakes up the next day. He's groggy and his memory takes a while to catch up with him so he doesn't realise when he turns to look at his side for Ben, until he's met with nothing but his desk in his own room.
Sam jumps out of bed, heart hammering in his chest and rushes to the sink on the wall, splashing water on his face, staring at his messy hair and pulling the collar of his shirt down, expecting bruises to be there, like teeth marks and hickies, but he doesn't see anything.
He also realises he can feel the cold of the ground, he looks down and sees his socked feet. He remembers feeling off at the motel room with Soldier Boy, and then he remembers bright lights and— Oh.
He's home.
Sam finds his slippers under the bed and slips them on, leaving his room to find Dean or Castiel.
What he doesn't expect to find is Castiel in the common room sitting 3 chairs away from Soldier Boy, who was drinking beer and flipping through a pile of dusty skin mags. He looked half focused on the pages, flipping them this and that way, snorting and flipping on to the next one.
"Cas, what's going on?"
Castiel and Soldier Boy look up at him at the same time, Castiel looks relieved while Soldier Boy looks happy? Sam really can't tell with this man, if he's truly happy to see him, or just happy that he gets to terrorise Sammy again, and worst of all, Sam isn't sure if he really minds it or not.
"Morning, princess," Soldier Boy leers at him and Sam crosses his arms over his chest, uncomfortable. He looks at Castiel, who glares at Soldier Boy for him and gets up, standing by Sam's side, "How are you feeling?"
Sam smiles a little, "Much better, thanks Cas,"
Castiel smiles at him, reaching over to gently squeeze one of his shoulders.
"Where's Dean?" Sam looks around for his brother, and he's nowhere to be seen.
"He's getting things ready so we can test—" Castiel waves at Soldier Boy.
"Soldier Boy," The man says over his shoulder, feet on the table and when he's done flipping through a magazine he chucks it on the floor, by the feet of the chair.
"His name is Ben," Sam pinches the bridge of his nose and Castiel nods once.
"We're doing some tests to figure out what he is, he may be a 'superhero' where he comes from but maybe we have another name for it in our world," Castiel explains and Sam nods.
"What happened when I was out?" Sam asks.
"I went and asked around if anyone knows about this," Castiel starts, Soldier Boy lowering his magazine to pay attention. "He has to be from another world, but nobody really knows how he ended up here, or how you even ended up in his world,"
"Okay, thanks, Cas," Sam smiles and that's when Dean comes back in the room, "Everything's ready,"
"Finally," Soldier Boy rolls his eyes and slams the magazine on the table, downing the rest of his beer and leaving the bottle on the table, he rolls his shoulders and looks at Sam, "Come on, Sammy,"
Sam looks at his brother, and he can see in his eyes that he's still worried about him, Dean takes a long look at him and Sam knows he wants to ask if he's okay, so Sam smiles a little and nods once, Dean nodding and turning around, leading Soldier Boy and Castiel to the dungeon.
Sam goes to the kitchen and gets a small water bottle out from the fridge and follows them, drinking half of it in the way.
There was a chair in the middle of a devil's trap, both on the floor and on the ceiling, with a table right next to it with some equipment. Soldier Boy sits on the chair without being told and looks around the dusty room. Dean approaches the man with a pair of handcuffs with little devil traps etched onto them. Soldier Boy looks at him and the handcuffs, then makes no move at raising his hands. Dean's shoulders tense and he looks like he's about to deck him in the mouth when Sam grabs his brother by the shoulder and moves him to the side. He takes the handcuffs and holds them in front of Soldier Boy.
"What's that on it?" Soldier Boy asks.
"Devil traps," Sam answers, dry.
"You really believe in this shit, don't you?" Ben smirks and sticks his hands out, the handcuffs clicking shut. He pulls at them, the metal easily bending and as soon as Sam sees it, he puts his hand on Soldier Boy's wrist, "Don't,"
Ben doesn't say anything and Sam turns around, walking out of the circle and looking at Dean.
"Alright, first I'll read a prayer and you tell me if you feel anything,"
"Like what? Burning?" Soldier Boy scoffs and Dean starts reciting the prayer by heart, Latin filling the room as Soldier Boy watches him like he's lost his damn mind. When Dean's done, nothing happens, so he goes ahead and grabs a silver bullet, "Hold this,"
Soldier Boy does as he's asked without a fuss, which is a miracle in of itself.
When nothing happens and Soldier Boy just thumbs at the thing, Dean sighs and snatches it from his hand, then he grabs an angel blade and Soldier Boy raises a brow.
"Maybe I should do it?" Sam quickly suggests but Dean ignores him, pushing Ben's sleeve up and digging the tip of his blade in his skin, pushing, trying to pierce it, and when he fails, Dean huffs in frustration, "Cas,"
Castiel moves, taking the blade off the man and trying himself, he grips Ben's arm in one hand and the blade in another, focusing his strength on trying to pierce it. This time Soldier Boy's lip twitches, he looks down at his arm then back up at the angel. The angel blade doesn't even put a dent in his arm, so Castiel tries harder, his eyes glowing blue and Soldier Boy clenches his hand.
"Am I hurting you?" Castiel asks.
"Okay, get the fuck off me, you're wasting my fucking time," Soldier Boy pushes the angel off and snaps the handcuffs off like they're made out of paper.
"We're not done," Dean stands in front of the entrance, as if that'll do anything.
Soldier Boy snarls, "We're done when I say we're done, boy, move,"
"Ben, listen, we only have one more test left, it's just holy water," Sam quickly says, pointing at the flipping bucket that Dean has prepared. Sam cups his hand and dips it in, taking a sip, "See?"
Soldier Boy looks at him then rolls his eyes, approaching the table and looking down at the bucket, "What now?"
"Put your hand in it," Castiel tells him and Sam grabs his brother by the arm and drags him away from the other two.
"Why did you bring a whole bucket of holy water and a towel?" Sam hisses under his breath.
"What? It's the fucking test! He's unusually strong so he needs a higher dose!" Dean throws his hands in the air.
"Right, you wanted to waterboard him with Holy Water!"
"No, I wasn't,"
"Don't lie to me, Dean. I know you,"
"Well fuck me for trying to find a way to get answers out of him while your ass was sleeping,"
Sam's hands were clenched into fists, he clenched his jaw and his eyes stung, how dare Dean claim he was somehow tapped out of whatever this is, when Sam was the one trapped with Soldier Boy for weeks. For God sake he was just back a couple of hours ago!
"Fine," Sam hissed, he turned around, his hair almost hitting Dean in the face and marching over to grab Ben by the wrist, "We're leaving,"
"Leaving?!" Dean almost shrieked.
Soldier Boy smirked and let himself be dragged out of the room by Sam.
"Leaving where? You just got back," Castiel says, a little dissapointed that he doesn't get to hang out with the hunter.
"Well clearly you're happy to see me," Sam spits and Dean looks shocked, absolutely baffled at Sam's audacity.
"Castiel do something!" He turns to the angel, who only shrugs. He would do something if Soldier Boy was the one dragging Sammy away, but he wasn't. Sam was upset with his brother and Castiel really doesn't see it as a reason to get involved, especially since Castiel's unsure if Soldier Boy had the capacity to kill him or not.
Sam and Soldier Boy leave the room, followed by Dean, who's trying to apologise, to convince Sam to stay but Sam doesn't want to hear any of it.
Eventually Castiel hears the sound of the bunker's door slam shut and a crashing sound, probably chairs hitting some shelves, and a very angry, "SON OF A BITCH!"
tags: dean's pov, attempted suicide, religious imagery (mostly christian and muslim), Djinns (according to north african/arab pre and post Islamic lore), themes of depression, hallucination, body horror, horror, vomiting, angst with comfort (?), canon-typical dean violence, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, beta by me so there may be typos + eng is my 3rd language. (if i missed any tags pls let me know)
important note: this is mostly part one of reuniting sam and dean again, but sammy brings home a stray (soldier boy) and then next bits will be them interacting and soldier boy getting used to seeing Dean in the flesh. There's an ask asking for jealous ben so that will be in the next part soon hopefully <3 But I meant to write like a paragraph or two of dean looking for his baby brother and jump to the reunion but the fic ran away from me lol. sorry dean ;p
i will also archive some of the samboy stuff on ao3 to add to the tag (it has 10 works atm! 10! but fear not! berry is coming to the rescue! haha)
+ those who are unfamiliar with soldier boy pls go read his wikifan page, but only the boys tv one! Not the comics! Because I'm not familiar with THAT soldier boy. But all you need to know is that he's the dark version of cpt america :)
Dean somehow finds a way to get his brother back after flipping the supernatural world on its head.
He terrorises angels through Castiel, goes on a killing spree on witches when they claim they can't help him and really, he doesn't need to kill them, but he may as well while he's at it. Dean summons so many crossroads demons and slaughters them in fits of rage when he doesn't get what he wants that he gets somehow blacklisted in hell, if Dean Winchester rings, do not answer.
He doesn't bother with hunting when Sammy goes missing. Finding Sammy is his number one priority. He reads every book and file on multidimensional travelling he can find because Castiel circled the Milky Way twice and hasn't found a single trace of Sammy. Sammy's soul is also nowhere in sight, not hell, nor heaven, which means he is not dead. So he must be lost to time and space, and Dean will find him, against each and every odds.
Dean summons gods and goddesses, demanding that they bring him his brother back, or take him to his brother. He gets laughed at and he kills half of them, and the other half? They swear to curse his existence for his audacity and leave him wild in the eyes and foaming at the mouth. A punishment far worse than death. At least, in Dean Winchester's book.
Dean curses all gods and angels in one breath, curses Abraham's God and goes on another killing rampage just to feel something that isn't hopelessness and emptiness.
The closest Dean gets to finding a way was when he travelled all the way to Morocco, met up with a witch who pointed him towards a cave in the middle of the mountains, the path treacherous and dangerous, a path no man has crossed for hundreds of years. The natural elements were against Dean's journey, hot burning sun in the day and ice cold winds every night, he barely saw any animals and he sometimes could hear noises, as if people were talking nearby, but not matter how much he looked, he could never find them.
Dean finally made it to the mouth of the cave, and there was a boy with a herd of goats surrounding him, as if waiting for him to get there. The person was only a boy in name, with a small body, skinny, with patches of fur breaking out of his skin, his hair thin and wiry, falling over his eyes. Dean thought the unforgiving sun had finally gotten to him, scrambling his brain and last bits of sanity he had.
The longer Dean stood and looked at the boy, the more unsettled he felt regardless of everything he's seen and went through. The boy didn't move, sitting on a boulder dressed in a brown Djellaba, his chest didn't even move under the fabric he was wearing, and every time he glanced at his face and looked away for half a second, he found himself forgetting what the boy even looked like. Did he even have a face?
The silence was deafening and Dean felt out of place, he felt like he shouldn't be here, his instincts finally urging him to turn around while he still had the chance.
Dean isn't sure what possessed him to open his mouth, but he did, voice scratchy and rough, throat dry, "Where's my brother Sam?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the goats moved aside and Dean finally could see the boy's whole body, and the rotting hooves peeking out from the bottom of his Djellaba, his legs. Dean also realised with a racing heart that as soon as the goats moved to the side, they froze again, Dean has never seen goats stay so still, like statues, so still that even when a fly landed on one a goat's eye, not a single muscle moved, not a single blink could be seen. Dean wouldn't even be surprised if the wind blew and the goats collapsed like cardboard cutouts.
All of these things were clear warnings of what was awaiting him inside the cave. Not even Muslim believers dared to wander in here, why should they? Djinns were mysterious and dangerous creatures. Dean was the only man mad enough to go seek them out to get his brother back, and worst of all, he didn't even know if they even had him.
"I want Sammy, please," Dean pleaded.
He doesn't even know if this boy, creature, understood him, wasn't sure this creature spoke any human language for that matter. This is completely uncharted waters for him, this Djinn, this creature of Allah was something he's never crossed before. This is not like any of the Djinns he had come across before, they share the same name but are they really the same creature? Or is Djinn an umbrella term for creatures born out of a smokeless fire, whispering in the ears of man to commit sins and follow the desires of their stained hearts?
The boy slowly rises, his bones creaking and squeaking with each movement, like a rusty broken marionette, turning around and dragging himself into the dark mouth of the cave, the goats silently following him without even raising a cloud of sand and dust behind them.
When Dean stares at the back of the boy's head, at the patches of hair and the rotting flesh underneath it, he's frozen, petrified, his heart surges up his throat when the boy turns his head without moving his body, staring at him without saying a word, but how could he? When in mere seconds, he simultaneously has and doesn't have a mouth?
"You want Sammy? Well, come in," Dean thinks that's what the boy is saying with his silence.
Dean takes a deep breath and shakily takes a heavy step forward, Sammy's wet eyes in his head, his sad little mouth and baby chubby fingers, the smell of smoke and burning flesh, a phantom weight in his arms and a rope around his heart, pulling tight, tight until Dean is breathless and he's baptised into a sinner, wanting, yearning for his own flesh and blood, the greatest sin of them all; to desire his baby brother.
Dean is not looking for his baby brother.
Dean is looking to lose himself. Dean is looking to lose himself so completely and wholly to punish himself for losing his brother.
Dean wants to feel what Sammy is surely feeling, so that he'll be a little closer to him.
Dean wants to punish himself.
Dean wants to die.
"Dean? What are you doing?"
A flutter of wings and Dean feels the wind on his back as he gets closer to the mouth of the cave, his body getting heavier and heavier, whether it is bone deep exhaustion or his body finally shutting down, Dean couldn't tell.
Dean doesn't even look back because he knows that voice and he pushes his body harder, closer to the cave, following the Shepherd and his herd.
"Dean?" Castiel calls again, worried and horrified.
Dean is so close, so close to the cave, just one more step-
Strong arms wrap themselves around Dean and pull him back. Dean screams, his body easily lifted off the ground, the boy and the goats now laughing at him. And it's so loud, the boy is laughing but the boy has no mouth and the goats laugh but their mouths are sewed shut and Dean wants to die.
Dean is hysterical, inconsolable in the angel's arms, punching and kicking to be let go, his ears ringing and his skull pounding. They're laughing at him! They're laughing at him!
"Dean! Stop it! Dean!" Castiel pleads. He gets punched and kicked but he doesn't even react, his arms around Dean tight like a noose.
"What cave? DEAN?! WHAT CAVE?!" Castiel shouts over the storm raging in Dean's head and Dean finally can see clearer. He turns his head around and the cave is no more. Instead he's at the edge of a cliff.
Dean's body goes limp in Castiel's arms and his feet are finally back on the ground. The sun was brighter than ever in the sky, mocking him, and Dean doesn't understand. He lowers his eyes even more and sees how high he actually is, sees the tiny trees at the bottom of the hill and he doubles over, throwing up water, dates and bread with stomach acid.
Castiel relaxes his hold on Dean, rubbing his back as he heaves and gives back his meal to the dry earth below. Dean can't even get up, holding himself with hands on his knees, his eyes watering and his chest hurting. Dean starts to sob and he feels Castiel moving, standing over him, using his shadow to shield Dean from the unforgiving sun.
Dean brokenly cries and cries, calling out to Sam, his Sammy, until he passes out and is whisked away from the hill in angel arms.
Saying Dean somehow found a way to get his brother back would be a lie. It was the other way around, the way found him.
It was pure chance how he got his brother back, Dean was forced to go out on a hunting trip with Castiel because the angel worried if he left the man alone in the bunker, he'd kill himself, so he dragged him out and put him behind Baby's wheel, telling him the directions while Dean drove on autopilot.
The road was long and dark, free of any cars or life, an omen of what's to happen to Dean's life if he doesn't get his other half back. When suddenly, the sky ripped in half and light illuminated the road the endless fields of corn. Dean finally felt something in the weeks of breathing and living through the prison of his body. It felt like hope. That maybe that was it, this was the end, God finally decided to erase the dark of the night and everything with it, chucking their world into the bin like an unwanted first draft.
But instead a ball of light fell down in front of the car, cracking the dark asphalt. Castiel grabbed the wheel, swerving around the light as to not hit it and Dean finally braked the car, their bodies jolting forward with the force of it.
The two watched as the ball of light got smaller and smaller until a dark silhouette appeared, the light glowing from within the body, illuminating the lower half of their face. Castiel squinted his eyes and spotted another body in the arms of the glowing light. He got out of the car, his angel blade sliding in his palm as Dean slowly followed him, confused.
Thunder rumbled in the sky, loud and hungry, the angel watched the two bodies in weary silence when the sky rumbled again, splitting in half one more time, illuminating the road. Dean's breath caught in his throat when he saw floppy hair, broad shoulders and long legs. His body moved without his permission as he stepped away from the car, getting closer, to get a better look, and as if on cue, lightning struck again and there they were, the same sad eyes, green and wet and so Sammy in every way.
Sam took a step forward and the sky broke, thin rain spilling over them in baptisation and Dean knew this was it, his 40 days in the desert were over, he was finally replenished, he was finally whole again.
Sammy was here; his grace, his mercy, his peace, his promise, his baby brother, the son of his mother and father, Sam, Sammy.
Sam was in his arms in the blink of an eye, his body warm and alive. Dean hugged him tight, heart full and mind finally at peace. Dean squeezes him tight, as if trying to merge them together as one soul, one entity. Then Sam peels his face out of his big brother's neck, looking at him with wet eyes and Dean coos, wiping his cheeks with his fingers, holding him, petting him, then he can't help it anymore and leans forward, kissing Sammy between the eyes. It was so gentle, so worshipful, that Sammy felt weak in the knees. Sammy cries, his tears mixing with the rain from above and Dean kissed him again, this time on the forehead, then one in each cheek, the tip of his nose, on each eyelid and Sam didn't know what to do with himself so he held Dean tighter, his fingers digging hard on his arms, shoulders and neck, anywhere he could reach. And Dean didn't complain, he was over the moon. This is everything he's ever wanted.
After that it was a blur, Dean held his brother by the hand and walked him to the car, he wanted to go back home, his brother riding shotgun, where he belonged.
Castiel was the only one present and kept watch of the strange man wearing Dean's face with a glowing chest and Castiel knew he was danger. Castiel knew he should kill him, should get rid of him while Dean and Sam were distracted but then Sam calls over to the man and he walks to the car, reeking superhuman strength and predator.
Dean rides home with his brother by his side, an angel and a monster sitting in the back.
I need more of Sammy and Soldier Boy.. pleaseee 🥹🥹🥹
Im going feral over them and I need to be satiated.
samboy (Sam winchester x soldier boy/ben)
aprox. 800 words
tags: +18 mdni. non-con (this is RAPE), abuse, crying, near-death experience, guilt, hallucination (?), feminization, general dark yucky stuff knowing soldier boy, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
soldier fucks Sam like he wants to kill him. like he wants to brand him from the inside out.
the room is filled with wet sounds, the continuous sound of their skin slapping together, ass to hips, lube messily spread between Sammy's thighs, his angry red cock swinging under him as Soldier boy holds him by the neck like an unruly dog, pinning him to the bed on his stomach, his back arched and his eyes rolled back.
his long legs are spread apart. his hole fluttering around Soldier boy's thick cock, stretching and squeezing around him. He can't help it. not when soldier boy feels warm on top of him, how he grunts and moans and praises him and calls him filthy names in the same breath, right in his ear, his beard rubbing his skin raw. He smells good too, musky and manly with a hint of sweat, so familiar, so close to home. too close to home.
It's so good that it hurts, and with each thrust Sammy's mind chips away and his memory gets weaker, forgetting how he even ended up in this position. Forgetting that Soldier Boy came in and threw a bottle of lube at him, telling him he has only 3 minutes to get ready. told him how it was nice of him to even give Sammy a heads up. he should consider himself lucky. that he should be thankful. Come on, Sammy, thank him.
Thank him for rearranging your guts while you tried to fight him off.
Thank him for holding you down as you couldn't even cry as he ripped your trousers off.
Thank him from the same mouth you're wailing and moaning on his cock.
Sam tries to be quiet, to hold on until the man above him takes his fill, but he can't keep his mouth close, noises punched out of him, his tongue heavy in his mouth, he can't speak, the only sounds coming out of him are primal, pained and animalistic.
"Look at your little hole, boy am I glad I can fit in there without ripping your pussy, would be a shame if I did," Soldier boy says, satisfied beyond measure. a deathgrip on Sammy's tan waist, thumbing at the sweat-wet skin.
Sam feels like he's going to pass out, his ears ringing, and he can't control his mouth. His tongue feels too heavy for his mouth, weak, as if he'd been stung by bees right in there, clogging his throat shut. Sam's eyes are wet and his cheeks even more so, he can taste blood and he can hear Dean calling out his name, the sun coming in from the windows bright and harsh. Sam isn't sure he's breathing, can't tell and then suddenly he feels cold and his eyes focus in a startling clarity.
“Hey, don't you pass out on me, boy” Dean grits his teeth.
Sam starts crying all over again, or maybe he's never stopped, or hasn't, who knows. His head was stuffed with marijuana smoke, the smell of beer, sweat, lube, mould and blood.
Dean is mean.
Dean is being mean to him.
Sammy wants to whine, wants to cry big fat tears, push him off and wail in his babybrother voice, tell him how he almost killed him, how he lost himself and almost crushed his neck in his chemically enhanced strength. It wasn't Sammy's fault!
Sam suddenly feels hot from the inside, his eyes roll back and he thinks he's smiling thinking one of his organs finally ripped apart and is bleeding, that he'll float and go join his brother, in a heaven only built for them.
He must be making an awful lot of noise when Dean is shaking him by the shoulders, “Calm down, Sammy,”
Sam feels his soul dragged back down to earth and he realises he was the one shaking, his stomach, chest and chin are sticky with his own cum. Sam's sight is blurry when he slowly lifts his head and looks down his body, expecting to see a puddle of blood but instead all he sees is Ben's soft cock, wet and pink, horrifyingly gorgeous.
“Stop being a fucking pussy, I just came inside you, you're fine.” Ben says and Sam didn't even realise he was talking.
Sam was about to say something but instead his eyes rolled back and that's the last thing he remembers before he passes out, sticky with cum, sweat and tears, and not a single drop of blood in sight, only the one in his mouth, from his own doing. sinful blood trying to choke him, end his wretched life to deliver the world from his existence.
tags cuz thank u sm for sharing my love for these two 💚
a/n: because wincesties understood my vision for this pair. u don't have to know shit abt the boys or soldier boy. soldier boy is a superhero. he's like a twisted dark version of captain America and they're in HIS universe where Sammy ends up. no demons or monsters. only superheroes and normal ppl.
warning: +18. mdni. dark content ahead.
because everything is so different and supes are everywhere, Sammy feels lost and confused, magic and spells don't seem to work, all he wants is some answers and he can't even summon a mere crossroads demon, he feels helpless and he doesn't like it, at all.
Sammy really tries not to mope around like Dean– Ben. Ben keeps laughing at him, and tells him to relax a little bit because he's with the Soldier Boy, and nothing can happen to him when he's with him. Ben is not too awful to live with, driving from one motel to another, usually on a stolen car, and after breaking someone's arm or other body part for whatever reason, or maybe because Ben fucked someone's wife and they have to move out of their motel room.
Ben is messy, throws his shit around and doesn't clean much after himself, so Sam is left to pick up after him, and he's annoyed, because “Aren't military men supposed to be clean and tidy?”
Ben’s hand freezes mid-air, about to chug half a bottle of beer and stares at Sam. Sammy freezes too, like a deer in the headlights, realising this man can break every bone in his body without breaking a sweat. But all Ben does is smile, “I'm not in the army now, am I?”
Sammy nods, noticing the smile not reaching his eyes and just gathers the clothes in his arms, putting them in the hamper near the wall, letting out a shuddering breath as Ben watches him clean around their motel room as if he's his housewife.
Ben, who gets a bit too comfortable around Sammy, walks around butt naked, and hollers at him to order them some food, and laughs when Sam turns red and shouts at him to put on some trousers. Ben who likes to eat a worrying amount of pizza while watching the TV, a hand on Sam's thigh, squeezing hard whenever Sam moves a little, just so he doesn't leave. and when Sam finally complains that he has to go use the toilet, Ben turns his head and looks at him without blinking. For a second Sam is terrified he'll tell him to hold it, but all Ben does is slide his eyes down at Sam's jean clad lap and stares openly at his groin. He doesn't say anything for a long time then takes off his hand from Sammy's thigh, “Go, and bring back a six pack with you, Sammy boy”
Sam slides out of the sofa, sweat collecting at the nape of his neck, his brain screaming at him to run away, to run and never look back because this man was not his brother. He may look like him, behave like him to a certain extent, but Sammy can't leave him, he needs Dean. in whatever version he can have him.
Sam also realises that this man sleeps like shit, he sleeps for short intervals at a time, waking up shouting from nightmares, his body surging up with energy and concentrated compound V running in his veins. Sam eventually pries some answers from him, after some quietly asked questions and giving him pitiful puppy eyes and Ben cracked. He was uncomfortable when he told him, tried to hide it, tried to make it seem like it doesn't haunt him still, but Sammy knows he's lying. Ben tells him they did experiments on him during WWII, injected him with all sorts of chemicals, fed him dreams of glory and American Patriotism, made it seem like he was saving the nation. Nobody is born like this, everyone was made into a Supe, and whatever they tell people nowadays on the Internet and Television, it's all bullshit.
Sam feels a little bad but tries to remind himself that this Dean probably committed countless of war crimes and God knows what else, if those theories on Reddit are anything to go by. and he understands why these theories would be popular on certain places of the Internet. Soldier boy was built to be a weapon, and he was but a man, driven by desires and emotions. He's broken, wrong, sinful and dangerous, but Sammy can't bring himself to be disgusted, not when he himself is too tired, so tired of not having what he wants, and all he wants is the one thing he can have, this Dean, this man who wears his brother's face.
He knows it probably makes him a shitty person to stay with this 105 year old racist prick, but this man looks like he's only in his 30s, walks like Dean, sounds like Dean, looks like Dean, even smells like him.
Sammy found that one day after he found himself burying his nose in the man's dirty t-shirts that were thrown over the sofa. He's embarrassed at his weakness and tries to forget how the smell of sweat, musk and something so Dean made him feel weak in the knees and an army of butterflies errupted in his stomach.
Sammy has also been close enough to smell him and feel the warmth of his body against his. It happened in the middle of the night, when Soldier Boy was once again woken up by a nightmare. So Sam blinked his eyes open and turned his head to look at him on the other bed, but a big warm calloused hand pressed the side of his head down on the pillow hard so he won't move. he can't move. not with the type of strength Ben possesses. Sam held his breath, praying Ben won't snap his neck in half, mistaking him for an enemy soldier, mind broken, fractured and riddled with PTSD.
But all Ben did was lean down, his hot breath washing over Sam's face, his body frozen in fear. He didn't say anything for a long time, and Sam knew he was looking at him, then he whispered in his deep and heavy voice, “Sleep, Sammy.” Sam’s heart jumped in his chest, and he bit his lower lip so he wouldn't whimper and felt his mattress dip. Ben slid under the covers, easily pushing Sam’s body further in the bed, making space for himself, practically plastering himself to the back of Sam’s body, throwing a heavy arm over Sam's waist, getting comfortable right behind him, their bodies touching from top to bottom.
Sam gulped and parted his lips, breathing out a weak, “Ben-”
Ben didn't like that. So he clasped a hand over Sam's mouth, pressing hard, covering both his mouth and nose at the same time, Sam fought against his instincts telling him to kick that man as hard as he could but he can't, he may as well just ask Ben to kill him right then and there.
Ben lifted his head and breathed down Sam's ear, his nose touching his flesh, “Shut the fuck up, Sammy,”
Sam nodded before he could help it and Ben let go, finally granting him permission to breathe. While Sam gulped in oxygen and Ben got comfortable on the bed, squeezing Sam to his body like a giant pillow, “You're warm,” Ben whispered, sounding tired.
Sam’s heart broke a little, but that didn't last long when Ben added, “Shame you don't have a warm cunt to match,”
And right as he said it, he rolled his hips and Sam felt like throwing up at what obviously was Soldier Boy’s half hard cock right against the crack of his ass, then he settled, Sam listened for Ben's breathing and his heart finally stopped hammering in his chest when Ben's breathing evened out and he was surely asleep.
Sammy was terrified, but also safe at the same time, but also simultaneously in danger of losing one of his limbs if Ben has another nightmare or kills him in his sleep. Sam has never felt this close physically before to Dean, never so warm and cozy, but also so horrified and sick to his stomach because this isn't how brothers are meant to behave. But Ben isn't his brother. That's one of the first things he ever told him. That he wasn't his brother.
Sam closes his eyes tight and prays for his safety and for a way to go back home. And shivers when he realises he wants to take this man with him back home. Obviously nobody gives a shit about him in his world, and he'd do much good back in theirs. Soldier Boy was strong, a supe, and with the right training he can easily be one of the best hunters there was. And Sam is sure Dean wouldn't mind, not when this man kept Sam this safe for so long, looked after him, and plus this man may not be Dean, but he's still family in a way, and Sam's not very keen on leaving him behind. (That's Sam convincing himself that he'll be the one deciding to take this mfer with him when he knows that Ben will demand to go back with him, Ben won't let Sam leave him alone.)
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tagging the ppl kind enough to tell me they enjoyed my insane ship :) this is for you <3
soldier boy who accidently ends up in spn universe. or maybe Sam ends up in the boys universe. doesn't really matter. and when Sam finally meets soldier boy he keeps calling him Dean n is all relieved he finally found his brother and soldier boy is so confused, like "Who the fuck's Dean???"
And he's annoyed cuz this giant ass man with floppy hair and puppy sweet eyes is just begging for him to remember him, and soldier boy is so close to killing him just to get him to stfu but he hasn't yet cuz why is his dick throbbing in his suit, and why does he want to see his pretty lips around his dick-
Regular, original, Chapstick brand chapstick. All over the blunt and Dean nearly creams his pants when his lips come away moist and slightly greasy from Sam. Baby brother spit - blunt wet w/ his inexperience - from pink, hydrated lips. Lips Dean wants to kiss, suck on, fucking consume
Dean runs a bed and breakfast that his mom and dad owned. His little brother Sammy came into his custody after his mom was killed and his dad went off the rails about it. Sam is 15 and all long limbs, angry at the world and moody. Dean is 32 and he never understood why his parents had a kid at their big age but now he has had to move home and take custody of a child.
Dean is back in the state his parents moved to after they left Kansas when he was just starting high school. Where everyone knows him and everyone knows Sam but he barely knows Sam bc he’s been away about as long as the kid has been alive, traveling the US doing security for various musical artists.
All the women he used to hook up with are married and all the dudes are also married (to women). He’s not above homewrecking but maybe not in the place he now has to live and work.
And Sam… oh Sam is dangerous. They live in a coastal town where everyone knows everyone but also plenty of tourists come through, wanting to see the Oregon coast and the Devil’s Punchbowl. Sammy, with his perpetually scraped knees and cherry bitten-red lips, was constantly attracting the attention of the college guys that came around with their friends in the summer.
Sam gets a college bf one summer. His name is Gabriel and he’s got a brother named Castiel who looks at Sam like he’s sticky, saltwater taffy and the boy wants to get Dean’s baby brother between his teeth and pull. Dean has been battling strange feelings all year, but especially that summer. Going through women in all of the surrounding towns like a boat cutting through water. He can’t admit what he knows deep down, he needs to keep himself distracted. Remind himself how good it is with women. Adult women.
But one night he comes home to Sam being spitroasted by the two brothers and everything… changes. Suddenly there’s a tension in the air and Dean has to admit that what’s growing inside him is an ugly, green monster. Sam knows, Sam wants. And until Dean gives it to him, he will not let his big brother know a moment’s peace.
Dean can’t get away from Sam and his boyfriends fuckbuddies all around town, in positions and situations that make him see red.
Anyways, eventually Dean falls at the alter of his pretty baby brother and wham bam thank you ma’am they live happily little-brother-boy-wife and big-brother-husband ever after.
guys, im really trying to be respectful of today's holiday, but i can't stop thinking about sam and dean the first time someone mistakes them for a couple when they are teens and they dean gets offended and kind of dissappinted in himself because why the fuck would anyone say that when he tries so hard to be a manly man and wear tough clothes and listen to rock and act all macho and strong and fuck so many girls, nobody shluld know about how he really feels about sam
and sam gets soo flustered and fidgety, he sweats and avoids eye contact and later pretends that that conversation never happened but hes hugging the pillow and smiling that night so excited because yesss maybe dean and him are so cute together a nice little gay couple and he lives for the hope of dean figuring it out one day too
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