Michael messes with Dean. Meanwhile, Sam’s not exactly holding it together.
There’s blood on the bunker’s stairs.
No. Nonononono.
Dean takes the stairs two steps at a time, his heart roaring in his ears. Michael’s last words still ring in his head– you kick me out, Dean, and you lose everything.
He comes across Jack first. He’s slumped across the map room table, the gash in his head leaking sluggishly across Asia, soaking towards Europe. Dean falls forward, like he’s in a dream Reaches for his pulse.
No.
His legs feel like lead as he staggers towards the door, following another trail. Mom, in the hallway, an angel blade still clutched in her fist. Her eyes are open, but the light behind them is dead. Dean swallows back vomit.
“Sammy!”
The library looks like a tornado blew through it. Dean closes his eyes, thinking of his brother’s painstaking filing, his card catalog. He’s slumped across it. If he could, Dean knows his brother would be bitching about the stains.
Instead, he just lays there, unmoving. This time, he throws up, hands on his knees, hands shaking.
Dean knows all too well what he’s going to see next. But it doesn’t stop him from running towards his room.
Tag: coda
13.13 coda
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He finishes putting his gun back together only to start taking it apart again.
The pieces move and click in his hands with a rhythm as sure and familiar as a Zeppelin song. The slide comes apart, the barrel pops out onto the table, he instinctively runs a rag along all the inner ridges a second time. A third. A fourth.
He doesn’t look across the table at Cas. He can feel the proximity of Castiel’s shoe next to his own under the table; it would be easy for him to shift and press their feet together, but something stops him. He keeps his eyes down and takes apart his gun over and over and over, gritting his teeth.
How could I not know, he berates himself. How.
Castiel sighs, and for a moment Dean panics that he’s heard his self-punishing inner monologue. Castiel pushes his chair away from the table and stands, but he doesn’t say anything. Before he turns, he reaches out and taps Dean on the hand, just once, like one of their customary pats on the shoulder only much softer, and the gun pieces stop moving in Dean’s grip. The moment is so quick and casual that Dean feels a little ridiculous for fixating on it.
Castiel turns and walks through the door, leaving the rest of them behind. Dean watches him go and chews the inside of his cheek. Sam, blessedly, doesn’t appear to notice.
He tips his head down and returns to his task. Cas will come back.
Probably.
“For the love of God!” Donatello thunders, slapping his hands flat on the table.
Sam startles. Dean regards him with raised eyebrows.
“Will you shut up with that? Ticktickticktick all in my ears! I can’t think!” he shouts, glaring accusingly in Dean’s direction.
Dean puts down his gun. He wipes his hands on his dirty piece of rag cloth.
He pushes his chair away from the table and stands. Donatello actually sighs in relief.
He finds Castiel in the kitchen.
Facing the Truth – morgana07 – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Schmoop, Worried Sam Winchester, Upset Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Mild Spoilers, brother bonding
Summary:
1-shot. The night after his talk with Rowena finds Sam having to finally face the truth and talk to Dean about things that he hadn’t. Sam’s confession then forces his brother to face some truths of his own. *Emotional/angsty!Sam & Protective/worried!Dean*
Facing the Truth – morgana07 – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Fic: honesty among thieves, 13.12 coda
Tl;dr Season 13 is making me positively prolific.
When Dean said, “How about honestly,” Sam had opened his mouth and started, and found he couldn’t finish. There’s so much that’s been left unsaid, years and years, that when he finally tried, the words got caught somewhere.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 