This is all I had in me tonight guys. I’m just too drained to do much more…
Dean’s fist swung hard and connected with Sam’s jaw. He went
down, hard.
Sam’s hand went up automatically in self-defense.
But Dean had pummeled into him until his eyes were bloodied,
his cheek split open, his breath coming in sharp gasps. But Sam had refused to
fight back. He never raised a hand to his older brother as Dean cracked his
jaw, sending sparks to the corners of his eyes.
“Dean,” he said. It was simple, it was quiet. It wasn’t enough.
“Dean, this isn’t you. Please.” He tried again.
Dean smiled. “Oh Sammy, I have to disagree.” He leaned in
close to his brother, until Sam could feel his breath He gently caressed his
brother’s cheek, running his thumb across the broken skin. “This is the most me
I have ever been.”
Sam was near losing consciousness. He wouldn’t be able to
take much more of this beating.
Which is why he welcomed the final punch that sent him into
darkness.
_____
The bruising on his cheek took over a week to heal. The deep
purples and blues had faded into greens and yellows. By the time Cas returned, the
cut had healed into a nice thin scar running just below his eye.
When Cas saw him on the couch, he ran over to him, nearly
tripping on his way.
“Sam! What happened? Where’s Dean?” Sam jumped when Cas’
thumb touched his cheek, right where Dean had.
“It’s a long story Cas,” said Sam, holding his ribs and
grimacing as he sat up. “I’m glad you’re home.”
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Bottom Dean, Top Castiel, Switching, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rutting, Gender Roles, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Communication, Healthy Relationships, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Series: Part 3 of Choices ‘Verse Summary:
They’d put so much thought into Dean’s mixed feelings about his secondary gender, but when the first signs of trouble appeared, they came from a completely different direction. As it turns out, biology-related baggage isn’t limited to one end of the spectrum.
(Or: Cas’s rut is approaching, for the first time since they mated.)
Everyone who asked about heat/rut sex in the Grown-Up Choices verse: here it is. (Well, starts.)
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Dean struggled against his unseen
attacker, but whoever – or whatever – it was, was much stronger.
“Sam!” Dean yelled, still
struggling. “Sammy! Please!” His
attacker stood firm, unmoved by Dean’s attempts to pull free. Sam lay still in
the darkness, leaving Dean alone with the unknown man. But the man didn’t try
to hurt Dean. He just held him still.
“Dammit, who are you? What did you
do to Sam? Where are we?”
The man just laughed. The laugh was familiar.
“Crowley?” Dean said, stunned.
“In the flesh,” said the demon, as
he set Dean down back on the ground. “At least I think it’s flesh. I can’t see
a bloody thing around here.”
Dean was mostly too shocked at
seeing – well, hearing – Crowley again, so he just said, “where the hell are
we?”
“It’s not hell, that’s for sure. But
I think you know where we are, Dean. I think you’ve known since you got here.”
“Shit.” said Dean softly. He knelt
down and felt around for his brother. He found him right by his feet, still
breathing, still unresponsive. Dean reached up and grabbed Crowley’s jacket,
pulling him down beside him.
“What’s wrong with Sam?” asked Dean
softly. “He won’t wake up.”
Crowley put his hand out and found
Dean’s, who led him to Sam’s body.
Crowley touched him, trying to get a feel for something.
“Do you even have any power here?”
Crowley merely sighed. “Not that I’ve
found yet. But I’ll try what I can for Moose here.”
Dean lifted Sam’s head and placed it
in his lap, brushing back his hair and hoping he would just wake up.
Time passed strangely here. Neither
Dean nor Crowley could determine how long they had been here.
“Did you not make it out of that
blasted apocalypse world? My sacrifice was for nothing?”
“No Crowley. You’ve been dead almost
a year. We made it out. So did Lucifer. Actually, it’s a long story.”
“Apparently we have time.” Crowley
paused. “A year? Bloody hell.” He removed his hand from Sam and patted Dean on
the shoulder.
In the pitch dark of The Empty, Dean
sat quietly, his brother’s head in his lap. Crowley sat beside him and sighed.
Eternity was going to be one hell of
a long time.
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Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen Characters:
Sam, Dean, Mary, Castiel, Gabriel, Raphael, Morpheus, Sariel, Nuriel, Zadkiel Ships: Destiel is unfurling her sails (slowest. burn. ever.) Word Count: 94,413 Status: UNFINISHED, 11/? chapters
Summary:
The time has come for Sam to learn how to control his grace. But he’s already gone through training as a child once, and he hated it. Now, Sam will test his own limits–and the limits of everyone around him.
Warnings (CH 11 SPECIFIC) DISCUSSION OF CHILD ABUSE, anxiety attacks,
flashbacks, and as per usual INTENSE EMOTIONAL ANGST!!
Dean’s been pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth.
He knows he can’t look for his brother, only God knows where he went, and Dean doesn’t think there’s a God anymore.
He closes his eyes, blocking out the noise, blocking out the commotion, blocking out Mary’s voice of Dean, Dean, are you okay, do you know if we can find Sam or Jack, could they kill Lucifer, and Dean just shakes his head, finally answering her.
“I don’t know, Mom-”
An explosion, dust is everywhere, there’s an enormous cloud of it in the center of the camp, and standing in the middle are two silhouettes, both with wings, and the taller has its wings covering, protecting, guarding, the smaller one, and there are cries everywhere and the loading of guns and everyone’s pointing their weapons to the two figures, and oh, God, what if it’s Michael and Jack, what if Michael has killed Lucifer and Sam and taken Jack and now there here to kill everyone else-
One wave of the taller one’s pair of wings, or is it three pairs, and the dust instantly settles.
It’s Sam and Jack, neither of them have wings, or at least, visible wings, was Dean hallucinating after all, what the hell was in his coffee-
Sam grins, his hand on Jack’s shoulder, and Dean forgets all about it.
“Guys, it’s fine, they’re friends!” Dean yells, and there are whispers and confusion but the guns are down, Sam and Jack are safe, at least that’s one less thing to worry about.
The rest of the people mumble and frown but then they go back to work, go back to whatever they were doing and Dean sighs in relief.
Sam glances down at Jack, eyebrows knitted together in askance, then Jack nods and wanders off.
Then Sam turns to Dean and he swallows, he looks down, shoulders hunched, afraid, why is he afraid, and the only thing Dean thinks is, oh, God, Sammy, what happened?
Sam and Jack fly back to the camp after he kills Lucifer.
He still can’t believe he did it, after all these years.
They both land, ungracefully, in the middle of camp, causing a cloud of dust to be kicked up.
Don’t blame him, Sam’s only had wings for less than a day, he’s not a perfect flier.
He can hear guns being loaded, shouting and commotion, and his wings bristle, protective, they cover Jack, just make sure he doesn’t get harmed. Sam doesn’t think that the regular angel-killing bullets could harm them anyway, but he has to make sure. He rests his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
He looks down at Jack, concerned. Suddenly, it hits him square in the face.
Sam just killed his father. What would he think of Sam?
Hey, Jack, are you okay?
Jack’s eyes widen at Sam’s voice. His only experience with angel radio had been agony.
Yes, why?
Sam looks around, shifting where he stands. His wings, still encircling them, twitch.
I…I killed your father. I mean…
Jack’s eyes harden at those words.
He was not my father.
Jack pauses, then continues with a firmness Sam doesn’t expect.
If anything, you are my father.
Sam stills. Something wells up inside him, a blend of emotion that he can’t control, he almost feels honored, but otherwise he doesn’t know what he feels-
Right. They’re going to get shot at.
He waves one wing, and the dirt, dust, whatever it is, drops to the ground.
Dean’s voice cuts through the muttering, yelling at everybody that’s it’s fine and they’re friends.
Sam folds his wings back and grins, oh, thank God, his brother is real, everyone is real, he was never in the cage, and then Sam realizes, he has to talk to Dean.
Sam turns to Jack, fidgeting slightly.
I am going to talk to Dean about…this. I am not sure what he will think.
Jack frowns, confusion etched into his expression.
What do you mean-
Memories flash through Sam’s mind unbidden.
If I didn’t know you, I would wanna hunt you.
Listen to me, you bloodsucking freak.
I’m done trying to save you.
Sam Winchester’s thoughts are spiraling, he can’t help it, he’s projecting and Jack sees them and Jack does not want to leave Sam’s side-
Sam shakes his head, ever so slightly.
Go, Jack. I will deal with Dean.
Jack clenches his jaw, but nods and wanders away. But even so, he keeps a wary eye on Sam and Dean.
Sam looks back at Dean, at his brother, and takes a deep breath. His eyes flicker over Dean’s face, and he can’t help the fear, the curling in shoulders, and the stare down at the ground, can’t look him in the eyes feeling.
Dean’s face pales, for whatever reason, but Dean walks towards Sam and grasps his shoulder. Green eyes glance up and down Sam’s body, checking for injuries, wounds, anything, but Sam can feel where the eyes stay pinned on his back for an extra few seconds.
He suddenly doesn’t like it when his wings shift uncomfortably by themselves.
Dean swallows. “Come on, Sammy, let’s get you inside.”
Inside, away from everyone else, away from the curious stares that Sam has tried to avoid his whole life.
Dean half-drags, half-walks with Sam back to a cabin.
Why?
The only answer Sam can come up with carries a word he can’t bear to repeat out loud.
Monster.
Sam’s wings tremble.
He can still feel Jack watching them both like a hawk. Sam shakes his head, a quiet no, and the pressure vanishes.
Dean sits him down at a small bed, a desk next to it, and pulls out a chair, sitting down.
Sam leans forward, head in hands, runs his fingers through his hair.
He feels like he’s being interrogated.
Dean’s eyebrows knit together as he watches Sam.
“Hey, man, are you okay? What happened?”
Sam looks up, eyes widened, not expecting this, more like expecting snarls of, you monster, you’re not human anymore, you wondered why I brought you here alone, I came here to kill you.
He expects the sound of spitting on the floor. Freak.
What he doesn’t expect is worry-filled eyes of his brother.
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