Blood Is Thicker...
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Category:
Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,523
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do NOT own anything related to SPN nor do I make money from my stories. It's pure entertainment, people! Oh but if I had those guys for just one day....anyway, like or dislike?
Day One
"Dean, take these damn things off me!" Sam gasped, chest heaving with every breath. Dean stood at the bedside, appearing as if he wasn't listening but Sam knew him better. "I know you can hear me, you can act all you want, the fact is...you don't want this anymore than I do." Dean smirked. "That's true, Sammy, I don't," he replied, taking his eyes from the book in both hands and he looked down into those pleading, puppy dog eyes. Blue-green clashed with emerald, fire and ice. One and the same. His blood was still in there, beating through Sam's heart and he knew how to get it back now. How to destroy what had been done to his baby brother against his will. It was destroying all that Dean had left and he wasn't going to stand idly by and watch it happen anymore. "But I'll say it again, you're the one who put me here."
The book was set on the nightstand with a trembling hand. His insides felt like Jello. The first Latin word from Dean's lips warranted a high, unusual scream from his brother. Even as he recited, word for word, he knew exactly what he was doing and Sam knew it too. Just from that feral look in his eyes, he knew. And he fought against everything holding him there, twisting and writhing and snarling like some possessed Sasquatch. Dean never faltered, not once and by the time Sam's eyes had rolled back, he was just getting started. It made sense, it all made perfect sense to undo what was done to him years ago. A reverse spell, if you would. One that would take three long and grueling days but Dean would have done it if it had taken three weeks or months.
Through the screaming curses, Dean never raised his voice above a calm decibel. Sam, on the other hand, looked nearly exhausted and still, he fought for what he was, what he'd always been, what he was slowly turning into. All Dean could think about was how his brother's blood had once been pure, innocent, not a mark on him anywhere. Until that night. Azazel. Claiming a six-month old child for his own. And Dean was taking him back with every second and with every word. And after almost an hour later, Sam still struggled, though his voice was faint and rasping. His arms were coated in blood, which was exactly what Dean wanted. He wouldn't have to do that part, Sam had helped him out on his own and didn't even realize it.
"I'm sorry, Sammy," Dean whispered, his own voice sounding tired, his body feeling too worn out for a man in his youth. He felt like he would be eighty by the time these three days were over. A barely audible sound came from his little brother and Dean knew he was safe for time being. Taking the silver, razor sharp knife from his duffel, Dean climbed up on the bed and set one leg on either side of Sam's prone form. He only struggled lightly and Dean shifted so that he wasn't sitting anyplace he didn't belong. "Sammy," he whispered, his voice even quieter, almost a gentle note. As if he were talking to that little baby boy that had been more like his own son than his brother. "C'mon, now." Sam's closed eyes fluttered open and he stared tiredly up at Dean. "Dude...get off me," he breathed. Dean smiled again, a quiet laugh. "Not yet, little brother, we're almost done," he crooned softly, as if Sam were a year old instead of the grown man he was now.
Dean hissed as the knife sliced across his upper forearm, careful to keep it far from his wrist. The dark red blood that poured from his fresh wound made all the difference. He watched, amazed, as Sam's face literally transformed before his very eyes. Those blue-green eyes that had been half-lidded, had been dull with exhaustion quickly sparkled to life and the thin, strange smile on his face sent a chill right through Dean's bones. At first, his blood would bear the scent of that of a demon. It took one half second before Sam leaned up with the last of his strength and Dean jumped the moment Sam latched onto the bleeding gash, sucking greedily like a man starved. It felt wierd, really weird and for a moment, Dean was totally grossed out. "Dude, you ever tell anyone about this and I swear, I really will kill you." It was working though, Dean could see it in Sam's eyes the moment he looked up at him. Dean read him like a book, always had. Sam honestly thought Dean had been holding out on him the entire time.
Sam laughed. Dean nearly gagged.
The book was set on the nightstand with a trembling hand. His insides felt like Jello. The first Latin word from Dean's lips warranted a high, unusual scream from his brother. Even as he recited, word for word, he knew exactly what he was doing and Sam knew it too. Just from that feral look in his eyes, he knew. And he fought against everything holding him there, twisting and writhing and snarling like some possessed Sasquatch. Dean never faltered, not once and by the time Sam's eyes had rolled back, he was just getting started. It made sense, it all made perfect sense to undo what was done to him years ago. A reverse spell, if you would. One that would take three long and grueling days but Dean would have done it if it had taken three weeks or months.
Through the screaming curses, Dean never raised his voice above a calm decibel. Sam, on the other hand, looked nearly exhausted and still, he fought for what he was, what he'd always been, what he was slowly turning into. All Dean could think about was how his brother's blood had once been pure, innocent, not a mark on him anywhere. Until that night. Azazel. Claiming a six-month old child for his own. And Dean was taking him back with every second and with every word. And after almost an hour later, Sam still struggled, though his voice was faint and rasping. His arms were coated in blood, which was exactly what Dean wanted. He wouldn't have to do that part, Sam had helped him out on his own and didn't even realize it.
"I'm sorry, Sammy," Dean whispered, his own voice sounding tired, his body feeling too worn out for a man in his youth. He felt like he would be eighty by the time these three days were over. A barely audible sound came from his little brother and Dean knew he was safe for time being. Taking the silver, razor sharp knife from his duffel, Dean climbed up on the bed and set one leg on either side of Sam's prone form. He only struggled lightly and Dean shifted so that he wasn't sitting anyplace he didn't belong. "Sammy," he whispered, his voice even quieter, almost a gentle note. As if he were talking to that little baby boy that had been more like his own son than his brother. "C'mon, now." Sam's closed eyes fluttered open and he stared tiredly up at Dean. "Dude...get off me," he breathed. Dean smiled again, a quiet laugh. "Not yet, little brother, we're almost done," he crooned softly, as if Sam were a year old instead of the grown man he was now.
Dean hissed as the knife sliced across his upper forearm, careful to keep it far from his wrist. The dark red blood that poured from his fresh wound made all the difference. He watched, amazed, as Sam's face literally transformed before his very eyes. Those blue-green eyes that had been half-lidded, had been dull with exhaustion quickly sparkled to life and the thin, strange smile on his face sent a chill right through Dean's bones. At first, his blood would bear the scent of that of a demon. It took one half second before Sam leaned up with the last of his strength and Dean jumped the moment Sam latched onto the bleeding gash, sucking greedily like a man starved. It felt wierd, really weird and for a moment, Dean was totally grossed out. "Dude, you ever tell anyone about this and I swear, I really will kill you." It was working though, Dean could see it in Sam's eyes the moment he looked up at him. Dean read him like a book, always had. Sam honestly thought Dean had been holding out on him the entire time.
Sam laughed. Dean nearly gagged.