Supernatural story: Diamond Dogs
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kassidy62Rating: PG-14 or light R?
Warnings: violence
Prompt: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, werewolfism - one turns and takes the other down (interpret as you will) for dark_fest LJ comm
Notes: dauntdraws produces some lovely artwork. Two of them were in the back of my mind while writing this. They were drawn for other stories, but I took inspiration from them both: this (for a story called Highwayman) was the picture I had in my head for the woods in Sam's dream; and this (for Last Outpost of All That Is) was the way I saw Sam and Dean just before everything changes.
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The moon hangs overhead, old and ghostly white, and the stars shine bright, pinholes punched through the fabric of black sky. The woods are a dark silhouette of twisted trees. On the forest floor around him, frost sparkles like diamonds, dripping over leaf and grass and dirt.
He’s so tired. His side hurts. He’s not alone, though. He feels the heat of a body beside him. He rolls, frozen leaves crunching beneath him, turning to see—
He wakes up.
“Sam?” The voice is gruff. Dean’s face is sleepy-swollen, eyes blinking down at him, hand curled warm and wide over his shoulder.
Sam’s lips feel numb. He stares through Dean. “It’s cold there.”
Dean yawns, rubs his eyes. He takes a closer look at Sam’s face. “Cold where?” He shakes Sam’s shoulder. “Hey, wake up. It’s a dream.”
“The woods,” Sam says at last, eyes settling on Dean’s face, so familiar—full lips, the tips of his hair glowing, touched by the wide moon. Green eyes like crystals, clear and deep.
Sam knows this: in his dreams, the woods mean death.
He thinks maybe he should get up and get away, leave Dean behind, though he knows that leaving is the one unforgivable sin left between them. But something urgent picks at the back of his brain and won’t quit. He’s been fighting the urge to leave for days.
His side aches, sudden and raw. He presses a hand to it.
“The woods?” Dean repeats. His face clears. “That was weeks ago.”
Sam closes his eyes, brows scrunching together. He doesn’t understand, but he thinks—no, he knows—Dean is going to get hurt again.
Because I’ll hurt him. I’m the thing that always hurts him.
His eyes fly open. “Dean, something’s wrong with me.”
Dean gives him an impatient look. “You’re fine.”
But Sam sees the tension in his face, the fine tremor in Dean’s hands. “Something happened to me and you’re not telling me.” Sam swings himself out of bed. “I have to go.”
Dean sits up in bed. “What’re you talking about? It was a dream, Sam.” He gets out of bed and stands beside Sam as he dresses. “Apparently a hell of a dream.” He grabs Sam’s arm. “Listen to me. Nothing happened to you. We finished the job, we burned the bodies and we left. Cut and dried.”
Sam ignores him, pulling on a shirt.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Somewhere so you’ll be safe.”
“Stop. Just for a minute.” Dean sounds the same as he had another time, years ago. They’d been on a bridge. Dean had told him their dad said he might have to kill Sam. Dean had pleaded then, too.
He’d been so angry at Dean for keeping things from him. He’d felt betrayed, but he shouldn’t have. Dean kept secrets to protect Sam, and Sam kept secrets because that’s how he was, and because he was angry, and later on to keep the truth of his downfall away from Dean for as long as possible. It was the only peace Sam could offer him, and just as wrong-headed as all the other secrets and lies between them.
Dean eyes are narrowed. “You’re heading out alone because of a dream? I don’t think so. We stay together, Sam.”
“And we don’t lie. We don’t hide things. Not anymore.” Sam’s voice is even, his eyes hard on Dean’s.
Dean grabs Sam by the shoulder and pushes roughly, then follows with his body. The back of Sam’s head bangs into the wall by the door. Dean is pressed against him and Sam has to leave, go, go now.
“Something’s wrong,” Sam begs.
“Can’t let you, Sammy,” Dean murmurs, and then his mouth is on Sam’s, lips bruising, tongue opening him up.
Sam lets him in, can’t stop, and their lips slide together, hungry, warm, tongues touching, slipping in deeper. Sam grabs Dean’s ass and thrusts, grinds against him, feels the heaviness and hardness of Dean’s cock against his. Dean’s breath is harsh and fast, too fast against his cheek.
Afraid of me, Sam thinks, knows it because he knows Dean, and then he knows something else. Dean’s kept a secret. Let it grow from one full moon to the next, pressure of passing days creating a hard cold entity unto itself, diamond pressed from coal.
It doesn’t matter if he’s afraid, he won’t let me go.
“What happened last month in the woods?” Sam’s voice is raw. It feels difficult to push out of his throat, to curl around syllables and control.
Dean grows still. He doesn’t speak.
Sam wraps a hand around Dean’s jaw and looks into his face. “I think maybe I was attacked. My side hurts sometimes. It was bad, wasn’t it? I bet I bled and bled, huh, Dean? I bet you thought I’d die.”
Dean watches him, stubborn chin, mouth set, hard glint in his eyes.
“You shot them full of silver and burned them. You were there next to me on the ground afterward, right? Like in my dreams. And then you got me up and out of there.”
Dean shakes his head. “So that’s what you keep dreaming about? No wonder you haven’t been able to sleep.”
Sam thrusts his face into Dean’s. “The moon’s working in me, you stupid fuck, but you don’t care, do you? You made me watch you die and now you’re going to make me do this.”
There’s a moment of electric silence and then Dean turns his head, speaks into Sam’s ear. “I let you go once because I couldn’t stop you. I let you go again because I didn’t trust you. Biggest mistakes I ever made, Sammy.”
“You should have killed me years ago.” Sam laughs, angry and defeated. “Why does it always come down to that?”
Something’s wrong with his voice. It’s garbled and choked, like he’s poking holes through his throat and forcing the words through them. He drops his hands onto the wall behind him, fingers splayed and rigid. He digs in. Drywall crumbles beneath his touch.
He comes off the wall, pushes Dean aside, swipes the keys from the night table and slams outside. He runs to the Impala, panting deep noises from his chest, not realizing he’s making them. It’s dark but he sees just fine. He opens the trunk and finds exactly what he thinks he will.
The door to their room creaks as Dean opens it slowly, light spilling across the threshold. He stands just inside, hand on the knob. “I used up the silver last month.”
“Dean. You could have a real life. Please.” Sam’s eyes are wet. He can’t recognize his own voice anymore. His throat hurts.
“You're kidding yourself, Sam.” Dean tries one of his trademark smirks, failing utterly. His mouth trembles. “Besides, one got away. I can't have that. But we’ll find him.”
“And then what?” Sam yells, his voice breaking. Dean doesn’t answer. Sam wants to puke or cry or punch Dean or something else, something worse. Break him. Tear him up.
He walks to the doorway, shoves Dean inside and closes the door behind them. He towers over his brother, reaches out with a hand and pushes him again, hard, bears him down to the dirty brown carpet. He feels strong, as strong as Ruby's blood used to make him feel. His fingers curl into claws. He bares his teeth like a weapon, buries them in his brother’s shoulder.
Dean screams, body bowing off the ground.
“This feel like I'm kidding?" Sam speaks into the hole torn in Dean’s shoulder. Blood pumps against his lips. Dark, rich, red, alive, struggling, so alive. “You’re mine,” he whispers, then rips deeper into skin and flesh and bone.
Dean cries out again, fury and fear in his voice. “First thing I do,” he gasps, tears rolling down his face, features pulling taut in pain, “is kill the one I missed. The one that got to you first.”
I love you, too, Sam thinks, one last lucid, despairing thought. It fades away. It feels like dying.
He bites again and shakes his head, tearing the meat in his jaws. Blood gushes into Sam's mouth, Dean's taste in his throat. Dean's blood is everywhere. He wants to roll in it, cover himself with it, but something in him remembers that he doesn’t want to kill him.
He stops. Pulls back and watches Dean. Dean’s eyes are huge. He stares up at Sam, face wet with tears and sweat.
Dean closes his eyes and wraps his good arm around Sam, holds him tight.
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Date: 2010-04-14 02:48 pm (UTC)I love the inexorable pull of events...wonderful.
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Date: 2010-04-14 10:51 pm (UTC)This.
'...he knows that leaving is the one unforgivable sin left between them.'
And this.
'“I let you go once because I couldn’t stop you. I let you go again because I didn’t trust you. Biggest mistakes I ever made, Sammy.”'
I loved how leaving was absolutely not an option for Dean, how after all of the shit that went down, they are back to being together desperately.
I also loved the carnal aspect, the more animal side.
So, it hurts, but I love it. Great Job!
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Date: 2010-04-14 10:57 pm (UTC)It's fucking pretty.
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Date: 2010-04-15 12:12 am (UTC)As far as the carnal side, I thought it'd be interesting not to go into much if any physical werewolf transformation details, but rather go at it by concentrating on what it does to their mindset.
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Date: 2010-04-15 02:21 pm (UTC)No, no... gutted is good. :) For Supernatural at least...
Yeah, I've got about 33,000 pages of Big Bang AU going on right now, and I think I'm on the last scene, which is a little sad. (and terrifying - gotta edit this sucker now) Any more Supernatural stories from you? I was so happy to see this one.
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Date: 2010-04-15 02:47 pm (UTC)I don't have any more SPN stories, sorry, though man, you're really making me feel good that you want to see more:) I've been writing some original fics with characters that look like the boys, pretty much, because they're freaking inspiring, yes? I've got a couple of them with rough drafts finished (and really happy that I actually got them there). One is actually a werewolf story, and the other has something to do with Pan. Fun stuff for me:)
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Date: 2010-04-15 02:57 pm (UTC)No, I'm totally flattered you want to know. It's an AU for the Pilot and Season 1 - what if John is the one to go get Sam at Stanford because Dean is the one gone missing? I'm sure it's been done before, but so is every idea, and I haven't read it... It's been a lot of fun and in general, has been very easy stress-free writing, other than being so friggin long! :)
It's been a while since a story had come easy like that, and I think I know the next one will be so much harder.
Good for you with the original fiction - are you going to post it in your LJ or are you hoping for grander things? :)
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Date: 2010-04-15 04:10 pm (UTC)I'd be happy to read but am not the best slash (or het) reader. I tend to scan half the story generally, so I'd probably not be reliable feedback. :) But I do read J2 on occasion...
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Date: 2010-04-15 04:42 pm (UTC)I've been so impressed with the overall quality of fic in SPN. So much of it is truly better than original literary work out there. I would love to read your stories.
Chatty is good. :) I'm trying to break out of my cowardly lurkdom and post more often, so I appreciate the encouragement.
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Date: 2010-04-15 05:18 pm (UTC)Well, callisto's (callisto85 maybe? I can check when I get home if you want) stories are short but good. She mostly writes gen, but she doesn't have a lot out yet in the fandom. There's more I like that's gen but I'll have to try and remember names. I'm not at home so I can't look for my notes. I'm at work, they're paying me for this:) What about you, whowhat else do you like to read?
I have this weird taste, I think - I can read the weirdest stuff ever (but I'm pretty weird and I'm not really fond of being told I CAN'T write or read almost anything) and I read some badfic, whatever, if it caters to what I'm hankering at the moment. Then I turn around and get a little picky about fic. I have no excuse for myself. I love angst and dark fiction but there's some pretty happy j2 fiction I like out there, much lighter than I think I could ever write. But yeah, I'll pretty much read anything unless it just doesn't hold my interest. Sometimes I read things just to see if it'll shock me:)
I'm a HUGE lurker, though I didn't used to be. Got busy and not willing to get involved in some of the online clashes. You shouldn't be shy with me - I can be pretty strange though.
I actually got into an argument with a TV writer (from Blood Ties) about fan fiction, he was truly an ass who very clearly doesn't know where to look for excellent fan fic. I could name a dozen books on the market right now, original fic, that most SPN ff writers would probably refuse to post because of the quality.
my email's valwp@yahoo.com if you want it, okay?
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Date: 2010-04-15 10:19 pm (UTC)Will go through and pull out some of my favorites later, and feel free to rec any that you love. The idea that there might be Sam stories out there that I haven't read just fills me with glee. :)
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Date: 2010-04-15 10:25 pm (UTC)You definitely pulled it off!
♥
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Date: 2010-04-16 01:23 pm (UTC)Dean-speak for I love you. Perfect & raw.
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:59 pm (UTC)Annabeth fics (Lily)
The Attack Took Place in the Late-Night Heat – Sam’s attacked and Dean didn’t know
Apreludetoanend (erin)
Inheritance – the boys go to open up John’s safety box at the bank.
by Belyste - Keepsake - really cute. Sam wants a photo of Dean
by Dayspring
A Dog’s Life Dean’s at Bobby’s drunk, and Sam’s going to Stanford. Really short but she’s got a nice ‘Bobby’ voice
Deidre_c
20 things Sam Winchester is Not Allowed to Do – Sam gets bored on the road sometimes, short
Eighth Horizon (aka barb stearns, aka gekizetsu)
All But Risen – (I don't even know if this is supposed to be Wincest or Gen, can't remember, but don't think it matters to the story) -Dean’s in a coma. Sam theatens to read Fried Green Tomatoes and Ya-Ya Sisterhood to him.
Also by her: Specific Relativity – Sam’s not quite right, but mostly happy. Protective!Dean takes care of him. Case fic, Dean hunts for the special children gone bad. Cuddling, mild angst. I like it, both of the boys are such charmers here.
Glassshoe
Unthinkable –love this. After BYABS, Sam has to make sure he can stop himself, by suicide if necessary
Innie Darling - Sunshine State - also love this, Sam's days at Stanford, he meets a guy named Ben and there's some good OCs in here, there's some really poignant things that remind of Dean a lot here, ends just before Dean shows up at the college to get Sam and where Sam's having the dreams about Jess
also by her - Vocabulary – Sam’s given an assignment at school: You will complete this sentence: ‘I am .’ He sees a lot of who he is by watching and listening to Dean.
Killa - Crossroad Dirt -excellent, lots of character exploration. Sam, Dean and Dad hole up at a veterinarian’s but it won’t be long before the demons find them again
Kroke-refs
Laid Low by Demascus - short, why Sam went to college. He was left alone for days with no food, no hope, while Dean and Dad are gone. VERY well done
Passenger/With Spit and a Prayer/This Above All 3, maybe – notable for it’s sheer duration and strength of agony. Possession again, Dean rapes Sam. The end peters out a bit
Lemmealone
Fire or Fire - Sam gets Dean out of hell - only he doesn't remember 'how'
Lovesrain44 - This is Sparta and follow-ups – Sam and Dean as teens, growing up with their dad. Sam hates the training. It’s summer and Sam breaks a crossbow, runs from his dad down the mountain, his dad finds him and beats him. Later installment: he gets cut when Dean shoves him through a window. There’s a sense that a young man is really the narrator, 3rd person limited POV, nice.
Reap the Wild Wind – Sam’s dead or is he? Explosion in a cemetery. Andy returns, as does Missouri and Ellen, Bobby and a little bit of Jo. Sam’s a sort of winged reaper. There are sequels.
Pdragon76
The Mystery Mile – the Mystery Mile is an area where people are suddenly going wild and attacking each other, Sam and Dean go to see about it. Some nice brotherly infighting.
This last one is Wincest but it’s really long and heart-breaking, no happy ending here: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida – broke my heart – Sam learns he’s not who he thinks he is. Novel length.
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 06:36 pm (UTC)Did you watch last night's episode? This Sam girl, is mighty happy today. :)
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Date: 2010-04-16 11:35 pm (UTC)I didn't provide links because I didn't know what you'd already read, but I could send you any of the stories formatted in doc if you want. I copied them.
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Date: 2010-05-22 07:35 pm (UTC)Dean i hope will ultimately save sam from what he fears as his metabolism is speeding up his process into changing who he is as a person, and not a creature that his brother has to fear or kill.
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