SpN fic: Come The Night 1/?
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roxyTitle: Come The Night
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, Dean/Angel, brief Dean/OFC
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: 1962
Spoilers: oblique mention of events in s5
Summary: this is (now) an AU treatment of season five, where Sam doesn't escape his fate and Boy King means just that. Dean once again enters hell to save his brother—not entirely voluntarily.
Notes/Warnings: torture, rape, dubious consent, allegations of sexual abuse of a minor, extreme power imbalance. Some scenes are graphic. Feel free to ask if you'd like more info.
This story I've been working on since last year. Writing, rewriting, and mostly wringing my hands. I've decided to post it and hope desperately to hammer the ending I have planned into something readable. But just so you know, unfinished, this bitch is 48000 words….
So, take a chance!
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PART ONE
The Night Before
"We get some place near the beach, we drink a shit ton of booze, we fuck each other on every available surface. And then…we relax."
"Come here…" Sam's laid out on the bed, looking pale in contrast to the dark brown of the comforter that Dean knows is scratchy and musty. He sighs. Would have been nice if for the last night of their lives, they could have stayed some place decent for once. He walks over to the bed, juggling two bottles of Corona, and a bag of generic chips. If he's gotta go, he's splurging on half decent beer at least.
Sam scoots over, his worn cotton boxers rasping against the pilled comforter, reaches over and grabs the beers. Sets them on the nightstand and grabs Dean's wrist next, gives him that knowing look that says 'I know you like it when I do that'. "I said c'mere."
He pulls Dean on top of him and Dean's the one who huffs out a breath. "Shit, it's like slamming into a fucking brick wall, and about as cuddly."
"Shut up, you love it," Sam says fondly. "You're just jealous 'cause you're all jiggly."
Dean knees Sam hard inside his thigh, laughs when Sam yelps and twists away. "Hey, it's fucking genetics. Some of us turn into the Hulk and some of us have normal physiques…besides, jiggly my ass, I can take you down in half a second and have you crying like a little girl."
Sam's got his face shoved into that nice warm place in Dean's shoulder that smells so good. "…true. 'Cause you're sneaky. Always been sneaky. And your ass is no way jiggly." His fingers poke and prod in places only Sam's allowed to now, and Dean makes noises that he'd swear on pain of death aren't giggles. Giggles morph into moans when Sam works on a patch of skin that if he scrapes his teeth over it, just this side of a bite, gets Dean hard instantly.
From there, it's Sam working him nice and open, lots of spit, and lube too, because Dean's not a masochist. Except for the part where he likes Sam to shove in rough and fast, and then draw it out until Dean's back is arched and he's cursing steady and threatening Sam if he doesn't fucking move right the fuck now, fuck yeah, just like that….
After they're wrapped up in the wrecked sheets, legs and arms woven together in a Winchester cats-cradle. It would all be almost perfect if they weren't heading out to die in the morning.
"Castiel says…there's a possibility that we'll make it out alive."
"Did you forget the part where he went all Spock on us, and gave us odds that basically meant a snowball's chance in hell of surviving?"
"We still have a whole ten per cent of—"
"Oh my god. Your mouth's a lot better suited to sucking my dick than giving motivational speeches, you know."
Sam rolls back from his brother and stares at him until Dean shoves him and snaps at him to "stop staring, bitch."
"I'll stare if I want to. Listen, tomorrow we're gonna have a showdown with Lucifer. We're going to send him back to hell, courtesy of the Colt. And after, we give this whole thing up. Ditch angels and demons and vengeful spirits, and, and--we go. To—to—someplace warm close to the ocean. We get some place near the beach, we drink a shit ton of booze, we fuck each other on every available surface. And then…we relax."
Dean beams at him, teeth shining in the near dark. His brother's a motherfucking genius. This plan of his is better than Castiel's for sure. 'Course, they weren't giving up on the 'hunting things, saving people gig' forever. Just until Sammy got over being tired and freaked. After that. Dean figured, it was anything goes. Fuck, maybe even a happy ending for real. In the meantime....
"Hey…you up for seconds?" He fists Sam's soft dick until it gives some signs of interest, figures he'll be a good guy and speed things up a bit. He likes watching Sam's face when he first takes his dick in his mouth. He always looks so pleasantly surprised, no matter if it's the first time in a week or the third time of the night….
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Dean feels pretty good, considering. In the morning, Sam will tell Lucifer yes, and when he arrives, all ready to slip on his shiny new prom dress, Dean's going blow his satanic brains out. Simple.
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Sam feels pretty sure the Colt will be useless. But Castiel is more than certain that an angel killing knife will work on any angel, including fallen ones, and all Sam has to do is coax him close, and then it's up to Cas, and Dean to distract him. If they fail, well, as long as Luce doesn't blow them all to atoms, there's still a chance….
The Fight
"I came to say yes--"
A rainbow arches high in the air over what's left of the Shell station on the corner of a street that doesn't exist anymore. A broken water main showers the cracked concrete, the streams of water shooting into the air and raining back to earth sound like summer showers, the bright afternoon sun turns the water droplets into diamonds…horns bleat, sirens shriek, there are no human screams, just the creak of cooling metal, the patter of bits of brick and concrete falling to the streets and the constant howl of sirens. Someone was crying.
Bodies litter the street, their passengers flown. Lots of collateral damage. Still more were staggering around, black eyes blinking in confusion. The angels called to this skirmish had dispersed the moment the smoke cleared. Dean stares upwards into the now mostly clear blue sky and listens.
Sam…had done what Cas said he should. The plan was fucked from the jump. The Colt, loaded with Bobby's bullets, was good for the demons, and yeah, they wiped out Luce's generals but the big bad itself….
"Did you know?" Dean's voice is a stream running over broken glass, rocks in a tumbler…"God damn it, did you know?"
Castiel winces, at the blasphemy, at the blood that speaking brings spilling out of Dean's mouth. "I. I wasn't sure, we—this wasn't the plan. Sam was—this wasn't the plan--"
"The Plan?" Dean laughs, and it feels like things are shifting inside of him, falling out of him. He can't move because he's broken to bits, he's sure. Has to be, it hurts so damn much.
"Stay still, Dean. Let me—" Castiel touches him, and what's usually a warm, bright, fizz through his body just rips and tears through him, makes him scream. Castiel stutters an apology. "I'm not—I'm out of balance, it's hard to control, sorry—"
The scream, Dean's scream, attracts attention finally and Dean's sorry it does.
He turns his head and looks at him, empty eyes trained on him, boring into him.
Shit.
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The vessel finds them at the Shell station. They don't know the name of the person who comes out of the sky a few feet ahead of them that Friday morning. They know it's Lucifer, but his vessel is nameless now. Once it was Nick, and he'd had a family and lost it, and the loss of it cost him his soul. The vessel strolls up, the picture of a man out for an afternoon walk, a little smile curling the edge of his lip, and it would have been a pretty average sight except that Nick's skin is dry, cured on bones threatening to split out of the flesh. Some parts of him have given up; Lucifer's burned right through them, using Nick like a tissue. He's in the middle of a crowd of assorted types, businessmen, waitresses, students, grandparents…they mill around him, looking about with identical black eyes. His army.
The Morning Star smiles…the bag that was Nick smiles, but Nick's long, long gone and but for Lucifer, the vessel is empty, a box coated with ash. But Sam--Lucifer smacks dry, cracked lips, anticipating--Sam's going to fit him like a mink coat on a chorus girl, pretty like blood diamonds on a supermodel. He's going to get up in that like the longest, deepest fisting in the history of the human world. Lucifer laughs--he's always had a way with words. He spies the little group of rebels, what's left of them, shattered. Broken little pieces. Sam's shaking with outrage…his anger always his most attractive feature.
I came to say yes, Sam shouts. Why did you do this?
I just got here. It was them, he points at his army milling around him. But tell you what, I get that it pisses you off. He kills every demon standing between himself and Sam. There. Better? Now, you were about to say?
Sam shoots a look at Dean and Castiel, and says, Yes. Okay? Yes. He's on the boy in a second, reaching for him, and Sam, Sam whips out a knife, the knife, shining in the morning air, singing as it lunges towards him, aimed for his heart. Dean's holding the useless Colt in his hand, gawping at Sam and the knife. Nick's dry lip's split open on Lucifer's smile. Ah. Looks like it was a surprise to you too, Dean-o, Sam's just full of little surprises…now I've got one for him.
It probably takes seconds for Sam, but for Lucifer…he raises his/Nick's hands and everything. Stops. The knife drops to the ground and the look of horror on everyone's face is precious.
There you go. He opens himself and waits to fill Sam but. Odd. Something rips out of the boy and winds itself through—him. Pulls and it hurts. There's a feeling of something hot and bright racing past him and then he's covered, filled with black, thick, scorching, evil, sinking down, down, sinking—back. That's not supposed to happen. It can't happen. That's—STOP. STOP IT.
Lucifer is gone--Nick's gone, in a puff of ash, and Sam is screaming, blood bubbling out of his nose, weeping from his eyes, he's choking on it, spitting it—
Dean grabs Cas' tie and jerks his head down. Save him, damn it. Do something, stop it, save him—this was your stupid plan—Cas, whatever it takes--
Castiel shudders. All I can do is, I might be able to, it might—he shudders even harder, and Dean closes his eyes against the dual glow, Sam and Castiel light up like roman candles and all he can hear is screaming. Sam's. Lucifer's. An agonized whimpering he thinks is Cas but turns out it's all him, and his body decides now would be a good time to check out.
two
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, Dean/Angel, brief Dean/OFC
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: 1962
Spoilers: oblique mention of events in s5
Summary: this is (now) an AU treatment of season five, where Sam doesn't escape his fate and Boy King means just that. Dean once again enters hell to save his brother—not entirely voluntarily.
Notes/Warnings: torture, rape, dubious consent, allegations of sexual abuse of a minor, extreme power imbalance. Some scenes are graphic. Feel free to ask if you'd like more info.
This story I've been working on since last year. Writing, rewriting, and mostly wringing my hands. I've decided to post it and hope desperately to hammer the ending I have planned into something readable. But just so you know, unfinished, this bitch is 48000 words….
So, take a chance!
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animotusPART ONE
The Night Before
"Come here…" Sam's laid out on the bed, looking pale in contrast to the dark brown of the comforter that Dean knows is scratchy and musty. He sighs. Would have been nice if for the last night of their lives, they could have stayed some place decent for once. He walks over to the bed, juggling two bottles of Corona, and a bag of generic chips. If he's gotta go, he's splurging on half decent beer at least.
Sam scoots over, his worn cotton boxers rasping against the pilled comforter, reaches over and grabs the beers. Sets them on the nightstand and grabs Dean's wrist next, gives him that knowing look that says 'I know you like it when I do that'. "I said c'mere."
He pulls Dean on top of him and Dean's the one who huffs out a breath. "Shit, it's like slamming into a fucking brick wall, and about as cuddly."
"Shut up, you love it," Sam says fondly. "You're just jealous 'cause you're all jiggly."
Dean knees Sam hard inside his thigh, laughs when Sam yelps and twists away. "Hey, it's fucking genetics. Some of us turn into the Hulk and some of us have normal physiques…besides, jiggly my ass, I can take you down in half a second and have you crying like a little girl."
Sam's got his face shoved into that nice warm place in Dean's shoulder that smells so good. "…true. 'Cause you're sneaky. Always been sneaky. And your ass is no way jiggly." His fingers poke and prod in places only Sam's allowed to now, and Dean makes noises that he'd swear on pain of death aren't giggles. Giggles morph into moans when Sam works on a patch of skin that if he scrapes his teeth over it, just this side of a bite, gets Dean hard instantly.
From there, it's Sam working him nice and open, lots of spit, and lube too, because Dean's not a masochist. Except for the part where he likes Sam to shove in rough and fast, and then draw it out until Dean's back is arched and he's cursing steady and threatening Sam if he doesn't fucking move right the fuck now, fuck yeah, just like that….
After they're wrapped up in the wrecked sheets, legs and arms woven together in a Winchester cats-cradle. It would all be almost perfect if they weren't heading out to die in the morning.
"Castiel says…there's a possibility that we'll make it out alive."
"Did you forget the part where he went all Spock on us, and gave us odds that basically meant a snowball's chance in hell of surviving?"
"We still have a whole ten per cent of—"
"Oh my god. Your mouth's a lot better suited to sucking my dick than giving motivational speeches, you know."
Sam rolls back from his brother and stares at him until Dean shoves him and snaps at him to "stop staring, bitch."
"I'll stare if I want to. Listen, tomorrow we're gonna have a showdown with Lucifer. We're going to send him back to hell, courtesy of the Colt. And after, we give this whole thing up. Ditch angels and demons and vengeful spirits, and, and--we go. To—to—someplace warm close to the ocean. We get some place near the beach, we drink a shit ton of booze, we fuck each other on every available surface. And then…we relax."
Dean beams at him, teeth shining in the near dark. His brother's a motherfucking genius. This plan of his is better than Castiel's for sure. 'Course, they weren't giving up on the 'hunting things, saving people gig' forever. Just until Sammy got over being tired and freaked. After that. Dean figured, it was anything goes. Fuck, maybe even a happy ending for real. In the meantime....
"Hey…you up for seconds?" He fists Sam's soft dick until it gives some signs of interest, figures he'll be a good guy and speed things up a bit. He likes watching Sam's face when he first takes his dick in his mouth. He always looks so pleasantly surprised, no matter if it's the first time in a week or the third time of the night….
Dean feels pretty good, considering. In the morning, Sam will tell Lucifer yes, and when he arrives, all ready to slip on his shiny new prom dress, Dean's going blow his satanic brains out. Simple.
Sam feels pretty sure the Colt will be useless. But Castiel is more than certain that an angel killing knife will work on any angel, including fallen ones, and all Sam has to do is coax him close, and then it's up to Cas, and Dean to distract him. If they fail, well, as long as Luce doesn't blow them all to atoms, there's still a chance….
The Fight
A rainbow arches high in the air over what's left of the Shell station on the corner of a street that doesn't exist anymore. A broken water main showers the cracked concrete, the streams of water shooting into the air and raining back to earth sound like summer showers, the bright afternoon sun turns the water droplets into diamonds…horns bleat, sirens shriek, there are no human screams, just the creak of cooling metal, the patter of bits of brick and concrete falling to the streets and the constant howl of sirens. Someone was crying.
Bodies litter the street, their passengers flown. Lots of collateral damage. Still more were staggering around, black eyes blinking in confusion. The angels called to this skirmish had dispersed the moment the smoke cleared. Dean stares upwards into the now mostly clear blue sky and listens.
Sam…had done what Cas said he should. The plan was fucked from the jump. The Colt, loaded with Bobby's bullets, was good for the demons, and yeah, they wiped out Luce's generals but the big bad itself….
"Did you know?" Dean's voice is a stream running over broken glass, rocks in a tumbler…"God damn it, did you know?"
Castiel winces, at the blasphemy, at the blood that speaking brings spilling out of Dean's mouth. "I. I wasn't sure, we—this wasn't the plan. Sam was—this wasn't the plan--"
"The Plan?" Dean laughs, and it feels like things are shifting inside of him, falling out of him. He can't move because he's broken to bits, he's sure. Has to be, it hurts so damn much.
"Stay still, Dean. Let me—" Castiel touches him, and what's usually a warm, bright, fizz through his body just rips and tears through him, makes him scream. Castiel stutters an apology. "I'm not—I'm out of balance, it's hard to control, sorry—"
The scream, Dean's scream, attracts attention finally and Dean's sorry it does.
He turns his head and looks at him, empty eyes trained on him, boring into him.
Shit.
The vessel finds them at the Shell station. They don't know the name of the person who comes out of the sky a few feet ahead of them that Friday morning. They know it's Lucifer, but his vessel is nameless now. Once it was Nick, and he'd had a family and lost it, and the loss of it cost him his soul. The vessel strolls up, the picture of a man out for an afternoon walk, a little smile curling the edge of his lip, and it would have been a pretty average sight except that Nick's skin is dry, cured on bones threatening to split out of the flesh. Some parts of him have given up; Lucifer's burned right through them, using Nick like a tissue. He's in the middle of a crowd of assorted types, businessmen, waitresses, students, grandparents…they mill around him, looking about with identical black eyes. His army.
The Morning Star smiles…the bag that was Nick smiles, but Nick's long, long gone and but for Lucifer, the vessel is empty, a box coated with ash. But Sam--Lucifer smacks dry, cracked lips, anticipating--Sam's going to fit him like a mink coat on a chorus girl, pretty like blood diamonds on a supermodel. He's going to get up in that like the longest, deepest fisting in the history of the human world. Lucifer laughs--he's always had a way with words. He spies the little group of rebels, what's left of them, shattered. Broken little pieces. Sam's shaking with outrage…his anger always his most attractive feature.
I came to say yes, Sam shouts. Why did you do this?
I just got here. It was them, he points at his army milling around him. But tell you what, I get that it pisses you off. He kills every demon standing between himself and Sam. There. Better? Now, you were about to say?
Sam shoots a look at Dean and Castiel, and says, Yes. Okay? Yes. He's on the boy in a second, reaching for him, and Sam, Sam whips out a knife, the knife, shining in the morning air, singing as it lunges towards him, aimed for his heart. Dean's holding the useless Colt in his hand, gawping at Sam and the knife. Nick's dry lip's split open on Lucifer's smile. Ah. Looks like it was a surprise to you too, Dean-o, Sam's just full of little surprises…now I've got one for him.
It probably takes seconds for Sam, but for Lucifer…he raises his/Nick's hands and everything. Stops. The knife drops to the ground and the look of horror on everyone's face is precious.
There you go. He opens himself and waits to fill Sam but. Odd. Something rips out of the boy and winds itself through—him. Pulls and it hurts. There's a feeling of something hot and bright racing past him and then he's covered, filled with black, thick, scorching, evil, sinking down, down, sinking—back. That's not supposed to happen. It can't happen. That's—STOP. STOP IT.
Lucifer is gone--Nick's gone, in a puff of ash, and Sam is screaming, blood bubbling out of his nose, weeping from his eyes, he's choking on it, spitting it—
Dean grabs Cas' tie and jerks his head down. Save him, damn it. Do something, stop it, save him—this was your stupid plan—Cas, whatever it takes--
Castiel shudders. All I can do is, I might be able to, it might—he shudders even harder, and Dean closes his eyes against the dual glow, Sam and Castiel light up like roman candles and all he can hear is screaming. Sam's. Lucifer's. An agonized whimpering he thinks is Cas but turns out it's all him, and his body decides now would be a good time to check out.
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8/7/11 12:05 pm (UTC)Thank you. And even if you don't finish this, i still want to read all 48000...
* hugs and cookies *
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8/7/11 03:58 pm (UTC)Thanks again for reading and for commenting!
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8/7/11 03:25 pm (UTC)*twirls you*
Wheeeee! Roxy!fic! :)
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8/7/11 04:00 pm (UTC)I got so bored with not posting anything fannish. This one gets a lot worse before it gets better--a lot worse. I think I wanted to see how bad I could get. And still, not as bad as those fics we talked about in an earlier post on triggery stories.
Your icon is CREEPY!!!!!!
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8/7/11 04:36 pm (UTC)*clings*
I luff that icon so much. :)
This one is spiffy, too....
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8/7/11 06:31 pm (UTC)Ooooooo. It is a spiffy icon!
I'll walk you through it! *GGG*
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8/8/11 09:32 pm (UTC)I'm so excited for what comes next!
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8/11/11 03:14 am (UTC)part two is up at my LJ. ;)
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