{ 100 followers celebration - 1st place: angst dark!wincest for @corrupteddean }
it’s cold and dark all the time in that place-- but he’s not scared. he doesn’t need to be scared because his big brother is always there, always protecting Sammy and no matter how hard the docs try, they can never separate them. Dean will never leave his side, and Sam is content. they’re better, a lot better when they’re together--can’t the docs see this? can’t they see the Winchester boys need to be together? it’s something so simple to understand! Sam can’t be without his brother, and he can’t leave Dean alone in that awful place. they’re two halves of the same coin. one can’t exist without the other. that simple.
Dean’s hands are cold, too. Dean’s been cold for quite some time now, but it doesn’t matter. Sam is strong, he can deal with it. he shivers when ghostly fingers caress his skin, when cold lips kiss touch his but he endures. Dean doesn’t move away when they kiss and hug--and make love to each other, so why should Sam? he can be as strong as his big brother.
“we’re not crazy--” Dean says when the docs leave their shared room, his grip on Sam’s wrist so tight he feels the bone cracking under the pressure-- but he doesn’t complain. it’s okay, because Dean never hurts him on purpose. it’s okay because when Dean notices what he’s doing, they’ll kiss and kiss and-- “we’re not. we’re going to show them. right?”
Sam nods. he’s not sure if that’s a good idea--the docs and nurses are quite scary sometimes, and their medicine and ‘treatments’ are painful, like he’s being tortured in hell. he doesn’t like the examinations or the new pills... but he’s got no choice. he’s insane, they say. too dangerous to be allowed to leave. they can’t have him hurting innocent people because... because--
“i’ll tell you what, Sammy--” Dean is still talking, his cold breath sending shivers down Sam’s neck and he simply nods again. “one day, we’ll escape this room and we’ll burn this hole to the ground. would you like it?” there are calloused fingers tugging at his pants now, and he’s too dizzy to refuse. he’d do anything Dean wanted, of course. if his big brother is happy, so is Sam. “we can sit and watch them scream and burn-- then we’ll show them, baby brother. i’ll show them how real i really am.”
Sam knows. he knows how real Dean is, he feels it day after day. his brother is real and he might not be so alive as before, but it’s okay because they’re together and nothing will ever change that.
he wishes everyone else could see it, too. the asylum isn’t so bad, but sometimes he just misses the road.
