Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Can Be Home Too ❯ Chapter 3

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Thanks to all those who have voted. Castiel will eventually appear in this. I just read a rather hot story with the three of them together and wow! Should I try it?

 

Chapter 3

 

“What are you doing here?” Sam hissed dangerously and the demon before him cowered away.

“Well?” He demanded and Meg straightened up defiantly. With a though Sam tightened the protections around the door behind her.

 

“He's ours!” She screeched.

“He willing sold his soul, he belongs on the racks.” She told him and Sam's eyes flashed from hazel to yellow in an instant. Over the years since arriving it had gotten a lot easier to call on his powers and it now happened automatically when he was mad.

 

“Dean is mine to do what I please with bitch. Come near here again unless I summon you and I will destroy you. Understand?” He snarled, his powers holding her tightly in place and she choked out an affirmative answer, fleeing as soon as he released her.

 

Sam sighed and rested his head against the door, fighting to calm down and let his powers recede. Once sure his eyes were hazel again he opened the door only to freeze in horror.

 

“Dean.” He raced to his brother's side, cradling him gently and causing Dean to cry out in pain or fear, something his brother hadn't done since the early days of being taken from the rack.

“Shh. Its okay Dean, I'm here now. So sorry, she'll never come here again, promise.” Sam soothed as he gently looked Dean's wounds over. He should have killed Meg instead of letting her leave; he'd have to rectify that mistake. She would pay for hurting Dean.

 

“Sammy!” The choked cry brought tears to Sam's eyes as he held Dean close. Wild green eyes opened and locked onto him.

 

“It's gonna be okay Dean, I'm here.” He assured his brother and then Dean was clinging tightly to him. Sam gently ran his fingers through Dean's hair, whispering soothing words in his ear and Dean slowly began to calm down. He finally pulled back and stared up at Sam who managed a soft smile for him.

 

“Do what you say, please not rack.” Dean choked out and Sam felt the tears flow.

 

“No Dean, you're never going back there, promise. You don't have to do what I say big brother, I just want you to get better.” Sam rushed to reassure him and while Dean seemed suspicious he accepted Sam's words for the moment.

“Can you tell me where it hurts?” Sam asked and Dean nodded, looking down.

 

“My ribs and leg.” Was the quiet answer. Sam gently cupped Dean's face, making him look him in the eye.

 

“You don't look down for anyone Dean, not me, not anyone.” Sam whispered and then stood up, gently helping Dean up, taking his weight to spare the injured leg and ribs. He settled Dean into a chair and then knelt at his feet, looking him over. It was easy to see which was the sore leg, Dean's jeans were torn and bloody and Sam felt his eyes flash, thankful Dean couldn't see his eyes. He gently pushed Dean's jeans up to inspect what seemed to be a wicked knife wound. Dean watched him the whole time with wide eyes, flinching slightly whenever Sam got too close to a wound.

“I need to get some things from the bathroom Dean, I'll be right back.” He stood and then smiled as Dean actually reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Dean?“ he asked and Dean bit his lip.

 

“Don't leave.” Dean whispered and Sam reached out with his free hand to touch Dean's face.

 

“Not going anywhere big brother. I'm just going to get some water and bandages, okay? Look, you can see me the whole time.” Sam pointed to the bathroom door and Dean gave a jerky nod. It was nice that Dean wanted him there but this was not how he wanted it to happen. Dean slowly let go and Sam walked into the bathroom, making sure Dean could see him the whole time as he gathered cloths to clean Dean's wounds and then bandages which while not really necessary could be a comfort and reminder of life for Dean. He knelt in front of Dean again and began cleaning the wounds, talking softly the whole time. Once he was done he helped Dean into clean clothes and then over to the bed. He helped Dean get comfortable and then lay beside but on top of the covers. Dean rolled over, studying him closely for a while as he began to drift off.

 

“Wish it was real.” Dean whispered before succumbing to exhaustion and Sam closed his eyes in pain.

 

“It is Dean.” He answered, despite knowing Dean wouldn't hear him. Once sure Dean was deeply asleep he left the bed and slipped from the room, eyes instantly changing to demonic yellow as he searched for one particular demon.

 

He found her amongst the racks and slammed her into a wall, silencing every demon in the area and even many of the souls currently pinned to the racks as they watched in awe.

 

“You dared touch what is mine.” He whispered and Meg's eyes went wide in fear. She looked around for aide but none there would go against him, no matter what they may think of him all knew he was too powerful for them to disobey.

 

“Master.” Meg gasped out, trying to plead for mercy but Sam was past granting any.

 

“You have harmed my family enough, no more!” He snarled and Meg screamed as he tore her apart, slowly. When he was done there was nothing left of the demon Azazel had called his daughter. Sam looked around but none dared look at him.

“Any comments?” He asked and all the demons trembled.

“Dean Winchester is mine. As punishment to all.....release them from the racks. You enjoy your work therefore you will have none for the next cycle.” He ordered and the demons rushed to obey, leaving the human souls to cower on the floor and Sam wished he could do more for them but he could not release them from Hell. He turned and stalked back to Dean, not wanting him to wake alone.

 

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Dean could feel the demon beside him the instant he woke and for once was grateful for that. He shivered slightly and gentle arms wrapped around him, a soft voice whispering soothing words. He'd thought physical torture would be better, he'd been wrong. He'd rather be with the fake Sam than back on the rack, he knew that now. At least here there was kindness, even if it was fake. Part of him wished it was real, that Sam was with him, protecting him from the demons. But if he was that would mean...it would mean his Dad had been right, that the demon had been right when it had asked how sure he was and he couldn't face that.

 

He slowly rolled over to see sad hazel eyes watching him and he whimpered softly, torn between wanting this to really be Sam and the fear that it was all some sort of elaborate game or trap. Gentle hands came up to sooth him and Dean felt the tears begin to fall. He'd spent years on the rack, so long that he knew he was a mess, he'd been so close to giving in so why send the fake Sam? They'd almost had what they wanted, him broken and willing to do what they wanted just to make the pain stop. He knew he was still in Hell, he could feel the power creating the rooms so why the game?

 

“Feeling better?” Sam's voice asked and Dean just stared at him, his emotions all over the place and then he was being pulled into a tender embrace.

“I'm sorry Dean, I promise she won't hurt you again.”

 

“Are you real?” Dean whispered and Sam pulled back so he could stare into Dean's eyes. Fearful and yet almost hopeful green met his gaze and Sam smiled at his brother.

 

“Yes, I'm real Dean.” Sam answered calmly and Dean frowned.

 

“But...how? If you're Sam how did you get here? Why are you here after so long?” Dean asked, feeling a bit more confident that his questions wouldn't get him hurt, the Sam demon had never hurt him no matter what he'd done in the years since his being brought to the rooms. Sam shifted so that he was sitting on the bed and Dean tensed but Sam simply began to stroke Dean's hair.

 

“I opened the devil's gate again, walked right in and made sure it shut behind me. Left Bobby the Impala and a note, so don't worry he'll take care of your baby for you. As for why I'm here, I'd think that was obvious Dean. I couldn't leave you here alone jerk. The time thing...it was only two months for me topside. Guess it was a lot, longer for you considering how long it's been since I got here and I'm sorry Dean. I tried so hard to find a way to get you out and in the end all I could do was come here to be with you.” Sam told him, never letting up the relaxing motions of his fingers through the short dark blonde locks. Dean closed his eyes, shuddering as he fought tears, he wanted so much to believe. Soft fingers gently wiped his tears away.

“It's okay Dean, I have no regrets about coming here, just wish I'd been quicker. We have forever now Dean, I'll never leave you.” Sam promised and Dean sobbed, it was everything he'd always wanted Sam to promise, that his little brother wouldn't leave him again.

 

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Sam watched as Dean ate, smiling as he noticed his eating habits were a lot closer to what Sam remembered. Sure it was taking years but slowly Dean was becoming himself again. Meg's little attack had caused a setback lasting months but Dean had eventually moved on and realised that no one else was hurting him. Dean looked up at him, feeling his gaze and Sam smiled at his brother who actually gave a hesitant smile in return. Well, it was more a slight twitch to his lips but it was still good to see.

 

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Bobby stared at what had once been a Devil's Gate and was now a twisted heap of stone and metal. Reaching down he removed what was left of the Colt and held it in his hands. Nearby he found a boot print, the right size to have been left by Sam. He had hoped the letter was a hoax and had meant to come right away but he'd been called away on a hunt. Whispers were circulating among hunters about the sudden decrease of demonic activity and what it could possibly mean. Bobby knew in his heart no matter how much he wanted to deny it, Sam had taken his place in hell. He prayed he never had to face either of the boys he counted as sons across a battle field but he knew it was likely. There were only two possible reasons for the decrease in activity, Sam had recalled them to build up his army in preparation for something or there was enough of Sam the hunter left in the demon to want to protect people to some degree and so he had commanded no killing. Honestly Bobby didn't know which reason he dreaded more. Sam had been gone almost a month now, who knew how long that was in hell.

 

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Sam watched Dean sleep, thinking hard. He'd been making progress with his brother ever since Meg's attack. His eyes flickered yellow at the memories but he pushed his powers back, not wanting Dean to sense anything and wake. He wasn't sure how long he'd been in hell but figured maybe a month or so from a mortal's viewpoint. In hell's time he'd been there nearly a decade which meant Dean had now been in hell for thirty years. He could feel the slow, still subtle changes occurring in the shorter male and while he was happy that the change was happening slowly he needed Dean to accept him before he realised he was changing into a demon or else he'd panic and who knew how much damage that would do to Dean?

 

He could of course simply make Dean believe, after all extremely powerful demon here but he didn't want to do that. Dean was the one person he could always count on, he'd sold his soul for Sam after all and to alter his mind like that? No. He would never do that to Dean, he loved him too much to ever harm him and messing with his head counted as harm. He just wanted his big brother back so badly it hurt.

 

Sam nearly jumped out of the bed and actually yelped when a hand hesitantly brushed his arm but his reaction served to make Dean actually laugh for the first time since Sam had found him. Sam blushed slightly and grinned sheepishly at his brother.

 

“Lost in thought. You scared me you jerk.” Sam admitted and Dean smiled slightly.

 

“You screamed like a girl bitch.” Dean answered and Sam laughed, happy to hear the old nickname and content to ignore the hesitancy and still lingering suspicion in Dean's eyes for now.

 

“Well I thought you were still asleep.” Sam told him, stretching out on the bed, freezing when Dean reached out to trace one of his newer scars.

“Werewolf,” he told his brother softly, “about a week after you...left. Wasn't paying enough attention.” Sam admitted and Dean frowned.

 

“So you hunted after?” Dean asked and Sam nodded.

 

“Tried to stay with Bobby but I just couldn't so I hit the road. Hunted anything I could find and I screwed up several times. My head wasn't in the game.” Sam acknowledged wryly.

 

“Lilith?” Dean whispered fearfully and Sam smiled at him.

 

“Dead. Told you, I won't let anyone hurt you Dean.” Sam answered calmly and Dean thought it over. He stared into hazel eyes, really considering the possibility that this was his baby brother. Sure he knew all everything about their childhood but so did most demons now, Dean had spilt anything and everything while on the rack...but he'd had his amulet.

 

“Sammy?” Dean whispered and Sam stayed quiet as Dean stared into his eyes and then suddenly Dean was hugging him and crying.

“Sam, it's really you.” Dean choked out and Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, hugging his brother tightly until Dean pulled back, trying to smile through his tears.

“You shouldn't have come here.”

 

“You're here Dean, couldn't live without you.” Sam told him and Dean shook his head.

 

“I'm sorry Sammy.” Dean said softly and Sam frowned.

 

“For what?” He asked in concern.

 

“For being such a head case. Should have known it was you.” Dean argued and Sam shook his head.

 

“Dean they tortured you for years, anyone would be a messed up from that. And from what you said they used my form to do some of it. I don't blame you. I'm just glad to have you back.” Sam told him firmly and Dean slowly nodded despite the fact that they both knew Dean still felt bad over it.

“What is it?” He asked, sensing Dean still had questions.

 

“How can you do this Sam? Getting me off the rack, keeping demons away, the rooms, food...Sam what did you do?” Dean almost demanded, eyes wide and Sam bit his lip. He hadn't wanted to tell Dean so soon after his brother finally accepting him but if he lied...Dean would never trust him again when he found out.

 

“I did what I had to Dean.”

 

“No Sam, please no.” Dean begged and Sam hushed him, holding him close.

 

“Dean it's okay.”

 

“But you....Sammy why?”

 

“Remember the cabin? When you said you'd do anything for our family? How could I do any less for you big brother? I couldn't leave you alone to be tortured for eternity. I'd see what they were doing you to when I slept and I knew I could stop it. I'm still me Dean, still your bratty little brother.” Sam told him earnestly and Dean just stared at him in shock, he'd never wanted Sam to do that for him.

 

“You...I didn't want that Sammy. I just wanted you to live.” Dean answered sadly and Sam smiled.

 

“I know but this was my choice Dean. I couldn't live without you and now I never have to. We'll be together for eternity bro.”

 

“Show me.” Dean demanded shakily and Sam sighed.

 

“Only if you can say it.” He whispered and Dean swallowed back tears.

“I never wanted you to be scared of me Dean, I could never hurt you. I'm still your Sammy, promise.”

 

“Demon.” Dean whispered shakily and Sam nodded sadly, reaching out to run his fingers through Dean's hair, knowing Dean may never let him close again. Closing his eyes Sam unleashed his powers, taking a few deep breaths before opening his eyes.

 

Dean stared at the demonic version of his brother prepared to be scared or at least shocked and yet...he'd thought for years Sam was a demon so actually seeing it wasn't as bad as he'd feared. Sam's eyes weren't black like the ones that had tortured him for years, they were yellow, not the same as the bastard that had chased their family, but similar. His skin was a bit paler and his hair darker and oh yeah, he had small fangs but over all...as freaky as it was...he was still Sam. Dean reached out and then stopped but Sam just smiled at him so he continued the movement to trace Sam's face and then gently feel the fangs.

 

“Dean?” Sam asked softly and Dean realised Sam was scared, he could see the fear in the yellow eyes now that he was looking. Big powerful demon and he was scared that Dean would leave him. Dean smiled, Sammy still needed him, still wanted him even if he was broken. Dean reached out and pulled Sam into a hug.

 

“Love you Sammy.” He whispered and felt Sam relax against him, burrowing into Dean's embrace. He ran his fingers through Sam's hair as the first sob broke free. All this time Sam had been so strong for him, now it was his turn to be strong for Sam.

 

TBC....

So it may have only been a few chapters but for the boys it took just over ten years for Dean to finally accept that Sam was really his brother.