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evilsam_spnTitle: Samuel Winchester’s
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Pairings: Antichrist!Sam/Dean, Antichrist!Sam/OMC and Antichrist!Sam/OFC, Bobby Singer, New!Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Castiel, Uriel, Pamela Barnes, and the return of Anna. Special guest star Bela Talbot.
Disclaimer: Not real, not mine, all fiction.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gore, violence, death, and sex.
Summary: Nothing can sever the bond between the brothers.
A/N: Spoilers for season 4. But, the overall fic is going off canon.
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Part IV: Fire and Brimstone
Dean watched, warily, as Sam sauntered towards him, hands pushing into his pockets. He wore a small, dimpled grin as he looked at Dean through his long bangs.
“Did you really think that the Angels could hide you from me?”
Dean took a step back, frowning. “I think that was the plan; I told them that you’d find me anyway.”
“What did they do to you?”
Dean shook his head. “You’ve destroyed so many cities. Is this the first wave? How many people are dead?”
“Millions, but many of them chose to join me instead of suffering Hell on earth,” Sam murmured, thoughtlessly.
“Join you?”
Sam grinned. “Well, my demons do need human hosts when they’re stationed topside.”
“Slaves.” Dean made a harsh face, shaking his head.
“They made their choice. Free will, remember?” He stopped in front of Dean, just a few inches away. “What did they do to you, Dean? Tell me how they were able to cut our bond?”
“Maybe it’s better this way, Sam,” he said, softly. “Maybe we’re not meant to have the bond in the first place. We can never be what we were—“
“We’ll always be brothers,” he hissed, eyes flashing white and silver. “No Angel, not even Heaven, can destroy that! That’s what they’re afraid of most, isn’t it? That you’d join with me of your own free will? This isn’t about raising Lucifer or breaking the last seal. This is about you and me, Dean, and what we are to each other.”
Dean took a step to move away, but Sam grabbed his arm and swung him so that he was slammed against the side of the Impala. Sam captured his wrists, pinning his arms behind his back, wrestling Dean against the car. His eyes returned to their hazel and he gazed down at Dean, a small smile on his lips.
“You said you would never force me,” Dean growled, struggling against Sam, trying to pull his wrists free from Sam’s steel grasp.
“It’s not force when you’re already so willing to give yourself to me,” Sam drawled, pressing his nose against Dean’s neck and inhaling deeply. “I can smell the Angels on you. They’ve touched you with their essence.” He looked at Dean, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve taken their essence inside of you. That’s how they were able to break our bond.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you take their essence voluntarily or did they force it into you?” Sam said, his voice low and dark.
“I took it voluntarily.”
“WHY!” Sam slammed Dean against the side of the Impala and then pressed against Dean so tight that he had trouble taking a deep breath. “Why would you do this? I would never do anything to hurt you! Why would you betray me?”
“Because I’m not strong on my own!” Dean shouted at him, meeting his eyes. “Because they know that I’d do anything for you – even sacrifice the entire world for you!” He struggled again and pushed Sam away when Sam released him. He ran his hands over his face and into his hair. “Sam, you don’t know how close I am to…giving you everything you want.” He dropped his head, closing his eyes. “I’m so tired, Sam; all I do is fight and try to save lives, but I just want to…”
Sam stood behind him and whispered against his ear, trailing his lips against Dean’s cheek. “Then give yourself to me. Don’t struggle with it anymore. With you by my side, we would be unstoppable.”
“But that’s the problem,” he said, pulling his face away. “I don’t want to destroy the world. It’s not ever going to be worth it.”
Sam gave him a thoughtful expression. Dean watched as Sam moved to the work table and started looking at the various tools. He turned his head, eyes moving over his shoulder to stare at Dean.
“All Lucifer ever wanted was to be the beloved of God. When he was asked to kneel before humans, he felt betrayed. They say that he fell because of pride, but he fell because God pushed him away.” Sam looked at Dean. “Would you do the same thing to me, Dean? Would you push me away and withhold your love and watch me become a monster?”
“Don’t put that on me! You chose this, Sam! You—“
Sam kissed him, tongue sweeping inside his mouth to tangle with his tongue. Dean moaned and his body revved up for more, needing Sam’s touch, wanting to be close to his heat. He knew it was wrong, but he just didn’t care. He felt just as alone as Sam felt, could sense the desperation in the way he kissed him and touched him. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s back, hand fisting in the long hair. He tasted of blood and death and Dean craved more.
“You feel like innocence; you tempt me to break my word bond,” Sam husked, licking his mouth.
Sam pushed Dean against the Impala again, but this time, Dean pulled Sam closer, aligning their hips so that he could feel Sam’s hard cock against his own. Sam licked and sucked his way down Dean’s neck, hands stroking down Dean’s side and slipping under the tee-shirt. Dean trembled, feeling Sam’s hands on his skin, fingernails scratching lightly against him. He was overwhelmed with sensation and he blinked at the overhead light.
What was he doing? He couldn’t do this! There was so much at stake and it was selfish of him to want this.
“Sam…oh God, Sammy…”
“There’s no god but me, Dean,” Sam husked against his ear, swaying his hips slowly against Dean. He groaned in pleasure, hands clenched tight around Sam’s hips. “Give yourself to me. Give over and be with me.”
“I can’t,” Dean panted, his hands moving to Sam’s shoulders and urging him away. “I can’t, Sam. I can’t. I can’t! Please!”
Sam kissed him again, frantic and hard. Dean curled his arms around Sam’s head and kissed him long and hard until they broke apart, gasping. Sam pressed his forehead against Dean’s chest, teeth clenched, and breathing heavily through his nose. Dean panted, head falling on top of the Impala, eyes closed. He prayed that Sam would stop; but he wished that Sam wouldn’t. He’d damn them both.
Sam slammed his fist on the roof of the Impala and pulled away, hissing in frustration. Dean breathed a sigh of relief and sank against the car, watching his brother warily. Sam paced the room, one of his hands wiping down his face. He stopped, his back to Dean, and let out a soft chuckle.
“Oh Dean…you were so close that time.”
“Don’t be a prick, Sammy,” Dean said, trying to calm his heart. He clenched his hand into a fist, staring at the floor. “No still means no.”
Sam smirked, turning to look at him. He moved so fast that Dean didn’t even register it until Sam was pressed against him again. “I think it’s time that you saw what it could be like between us.”
“What—“ Dean groaned as Sam placed his hand over Dean’s eyes, holding him close.
Such hot decadence, the way that Sam’s naked body slid against his, pinning him to the bed, the pleasure spiking through him; looking up into Sam’s white and silver eyes, face flushed with pleasure; sinking into the feel of Sam’s cock fucking into him, over and over again; and then standing on the edge of the Pit, looking down at the demon hordes, waiting for his orders, standing by Sam’s side, the grin of absolute power on his face; and then watching as he walked down what was once a busy urban city street, fire and blood and bodies strewn along the cement, the smell of death and sulfur all around him as thousands of black demon smoke circled him, moving through the city to find human slaves; and then millions of humans screaming his name, begging for mercy, wanting to serve him; and then standing in the audience hall of Sam’s black castle, arm curled over the top of the throne, Sam sitting in his proper seat, as legions of demons bowed down to them.
Dean stared wildly at nothing as Sam took his hand away.
“Do you see? This is what we can have,” Sam said, urgently, into Dean’s ear.
Tears fell down Dean’s face as he trembled in Sam’s arms. “No. No, no…no…”
“Lucifer isn’t going to rise.” Sam said, smiling slightly. “I took care of that. When I took my place in Hell, he called me to him. I took in a part of him; he exists within me. He can never rise, the same way that God can never walk the earth. I rule Hell now. And with you by my side, Dean—“
“Son of a bitch!” Dean yelled, pushing Sam away. “Are you still my brother? How much of Sam is in there?”
“I am still your Sammy!” He roared, nearly bringing Dean to his knees.
Dean gasped, falling against the car, his head still reeling from the images and visions that Sam put in his mind. He stumbled away, falling to the floor. The door to the garage slammed open as Castiel, Bobby and Ellen rushed into the room.
“Samuel!” Bobby hissed, pointing his shotgun at him.
“Come on, Dean,” Ellen said, taking his arm and helping him to his feet.
“How did you find us, demon?” Castiel said, circling from the right, keeping his eyes on Sam.
Sam’s eyes turned white and he smiled at them, looking at each of them, resting his eyes on Dean. “He’s mine; you should know. His fate rests with me.”
Dean stared at him, shaking his head. “You’re not my brother.”
“I am your brother, Dean,” he stated, softly. “Always.”
Jo entered the room holding a rifle in her hands. She eyed Sam. “You bastard.”
Sam chuckled. “Jo…take care of my son. I’ll come back for him soon.”
Dean turned to stare at her; Sam had left the building.
“Sam said—“
Jo lowered the rifle and pressed a hand over her face. “Oh God…”
“Jo, honey,” Ellen said, moving to hug her. “Is it true? Is what Samuel said true?”
“You said that he didn’t touch you or hurt you,” Dean said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Why did you lie to me?”
“He didn’t hurt me,” she said, shaking her hand. “We never…he just put his hand on my stomach and…oh God, I’m carrying his son, Dean. What the hell am I going to do?”
Castiel approached her, his face kind and gentle. “May I touch you?”
Jo stared at him for a long moment and then nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
Dean watched as the angel placed his hand against her stomach. He frowned slightly and then took a breath. “What?”
“She is carrying a male child. He is growing rapidly within her.” Castiel looked at Jo, pity crossing his face. “This child will drain you of life in order to grow. Have you felt weaker since you returned?”
Jo nodded, holding her face against Ellen’s neck.
“Come on, let’s get you in bed. Samuel knows we’re here, there’s no hiding it anymore.” Ellen said and then looked at Dean. “It’s doesn’t matter where we go or how we try to hide, Samuel will find us.”
Dean swallowed. “Can we stop the baby from growing?”
Bobby stared at him for a long moment. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“We don’t know what kind of demon half breed Sam’s son will become,” Dean said, frowning deeply. “And if the baby keeps growing like Cas said, it’ll end up killing Jo. I don’t want to risk that.”
“This is not the time to discuss this,” Ellen said, her voice gravelly and warning. “Come on, Jo, let’s go upstairs.”
“You got some kind of nerve, boy, to even suggest—“
“Bobby, you know as well as I do that if Sam’s baby is born…” Dean stopped, running his hands through his hair. “Come on, Cas, help me out here.”
“You must kill the baby,” Castiel said, matter-of-factly. “Samuel’s child cannot live.”
Part V: Tears in Heaven
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Date: 2009-06-02 10:32 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the next update, this update was a nice surprise! :-)
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Date: 2009-06-05 09:02 pm (UTC)Regards,
HoL
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Date: 2009-06-05 08:12 pm (UTC)Oh i've been reading through your masterlist (i'm nearly finished now) and all i can say is WOW. your writing is fanatastic
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Date: 2009-06-05 09:03 pm (UTC)Oh wow, enjoy the fics! I have a lot of fic written - good grief - and some are good and some are just kind of experimental so I don't know how I feel about them. Haha. But thanks! I'm glad you're having fun with the fics. I'm still working on lots of other things so...yeah, lots to read. LOL.
More soon on Demonic Pleasure Palace. Yay!
Regards,
HoL