Samketch fanfic: A Secret Service
Arthur Ketch sat is dead. He sat in front of his own coffin with his hands folded in his lap and his secret identity safely established. As far as the Winchester brother knew, he was Alexander Ketch, his own evil twin. And that Arthur, the Ketch they’d been dealing with previously, was lying in the box in front of him, dead. But that wasn’t true. He was the same Ketch. If fact there was only one. Alexander Ketch was a fiction who Arthur invented for his own safety. And now there was something about sitting in front of a coffin you’re supposed to be in.
Arthur's keen spy instincts detected footsteps from behind him. He turned and saw the younger Winchester brother, Sam Winchester, aprroaching.
“Uh,” said Sam. “I’m, sorry, Alexander. I didn’t know anyone was in here.”
“It’s alright,” said Arthur.
“I was just, uh, coming to say a few words,” Sam explained. “To, uh, Arthur. To your brother.”
“Oh really?’ said Arthur.
Sam came and sat himself down beside Arthur. “You know,” Sam started, “Your brother... he was quite the guy.”
Arthur blinked his eyes. “Do go on. What made him so quite?”
Sam laughed nervously. “You know, I never... I’ve never opened up about this before.”
Arthur said, “You can tell me, chap. Queen’s honest truth.”
Sam stared at the coffin with watery eyes. “Arthur was...” He choked on a sob. “I... I didn’t expect to miss him. Like this. But I think... I think there was more to him than what anyone else saw. I saw a man who was brave, and honourable, and just- so special. The smart man I’ve ever known. He knew his way around a gun. Around a knife. He knew so much about torture. He was a spy’s spy, and possibly the most skilled man I’ve ever known.”
Arthur swallowed around a lump emotion. “Sam” he heard himself say.
Sam went on, “But more then that, Arthur Ketch was... beautiful. So beautiful. His suits, his hair, his shoes, the tattoos on his wide hands. He was a sight to behold. And I just... I didn’t take advantage of that. While he was still here, you know. I never asked... I hardly even wondered... but I dreamt, that maybe...”
Sam trailed off. “And now he’s dead. Shot by my own brother. And now all I can think about is what could have been. Because I...” Sam was crying openly now, tears washing down his cheeks, shoulders shaking, and Arthur was stunned.
“I think I loved him,” admitted Sam. “I loved Arthur Ketch, and I should have loved Arthur Ketch. He was right and I... I just wasn’t brave enough. And now I’ll never know what it would have been like to feel those lips against mine...” Sammy was holding his head in his hands.
“Sam. Sam, look at me,” said Arthur. “Look into my eyes.”
And Sammy lifted his head up from his hands and he looked into the eyes he though belonged to Alexander Ketch. But they weren’t Alexander’s eyes.
Arthur grabbed his tear stained face and delicately kiss him sweetly. Sam heaved a sob, the kissed back on instinct.
Then Sam broke them apart and stared. “Alexander, why did you do that?” Sam yelled. “You think just because you’re identical I feel the same about you that I felt about Arthur? Arthur Ketch was inimitable. You might be his twin but you are not the man I loved!”
“Wrong again, China plate,” said Arthur.
“Cockney rhyming slang,” said Arthur. “Old habit.”
Sam’s tiny eyes widened and he looked at Arthur’s face. “Wha...” he said. “Oh my- Chuck. Oh my- Arthur?”
“It’s me, lad. I’m here. Not in there.” He pointed to the coffin. “No one’s in there.”
Sammy burst out chortling. “Are you serious? Did you really have to just let me go off on a tangent like that right to your face? Just so you can make a fool of me, right? Now you’ll tell all your friends? Tell Lady Bevell? Tell Mick? Tell Dean?”
“The only thing I have to tell anyone is meant for you,” Arthur said.
“Oh yeah?” Sam asked defensively. “Like what?”
“Like this,” Arthur said. “I feel the same.”
“Wow!” said Sam. “Wh- really? But... I always was just crushing from afar. Arthur, we barely know each other.”
“I know, Sam. But when you spoke, it made me realize what had been in front of me this whole time. And I knew it was true.”
And they kissed deeply on the coffin.
