sam winchester. (au) (moosie) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-08-30 15:53:00 |
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A green cooler sat on the ground next to the Impala, filled with ice and a few chilled beers. Sam Winchester sat on the hood, his back leaned up against the windshield with a bottle in his hand. The day outside was overcast and dreary, and reflected the younger Winchester’s mood. He knew what he had to do, but he still wasn’t sure how to get around his brother to do it. So when Dean approached him looking somber, Sam looked at him quizzically. “Dean? What’s going on?” “I’m in.” Dean wouldn’t meet his eyes as he opened his own bottle and tossed the cap to the ground. “In with?” “The whole up with Satan thing. I’m on board.” Sam’s eyebrows shot upward in surprise and he turned to better face his brother. “You’re going to let me say yes.” “No. That’s the thing. It’s not on me to let you do anything. You’re a grown - over grown - man. If this is what you want, I’ll back your play.” “That’s the last thing I ever thought you’d say.” “Might be.” Sam was focused now. He knew what he was going to do and had come to terms with it. He was going to die, and he was doing it on his terms. And going out while saving the world? It seemed a decent way to go. But he still had a loose end to tie up. As the brothers drove through the night to meet the Devil in Detroit, Sam turned to look at Dean. “There’s something I gotta talk to you about.” “What?” “If this thing goes our way and I...triple lindy into that box….you know I’m not coming back.” Dean scowled at him in response. “Yeah, I’m aware.” Tension filled the air inside the Impala, but Sam pressed on. “So you gotta promise me something.” “Okay. Yeah. Anything.” “You gotta promise not to try to bring me back.” His brow furrowed in confusion, Dean shook his head. “What? No. I didn’t sign up for that.” “Dean…” “Your here is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. And you want me just to sit by and do nothing?” He knew Dean wouldn’t accept it easily. He’d gotten lucky when his brother had agreed to this plan in the first place. But on this front, Sam didn’t plan to budge. “Once the gates are shut, you can’t go poking at it, Dean. It’s too risky.” Vehement denial was his response. “No, no no no no. As if I’m just going to let you rot in there.” “Yeah, you are.” Sam said calmly. “You don’t have a choice.” “You can’t ask me to do this.” “I’m sorry, Dean. You have to.” He truly was sorry, because he knew just how big what he was asking was. Sam...Sam had always been okay on his own. Dean wasn’t. Dean had literally spent years in hell, but asking him to let his brother stay dead was somehow worse. “So then what am I supposed to do?” “You go find Lisa. You pray to god she’s dumb enough to take you in.” Sam’s mind briefly conjured up an image of Jessica. Of their life together at Stanford and all the plans he’d had for their future. “You have barbeques and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean.” The life Azazel and Lucifer had denied Sam. This was his chance to give it to Dean. “Promise me.” Dean stared at him in silence. “What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I’m better than you.” They were standing face to face with Lucifer and he knew their entire plan. Sam could see Dean getting ready to bolt, but he clenched his jaw and stood firm. “So he knows. It doesn’t change anything.” “Sam.” Of course he was going to try and argue. “We don’t have any other choice.” “No.” Dean pleaded. “No.” Sam grit his teeth and stared at Lucifer in his decaying vessel. He had never been more certain of anything in his life. “Yes.” A blindingly bright light filled the room and Sam’s body collapsed to the floor. Lucifer took hold of his true vessel and in that moment, though he railed against the devil, Sam couldn’t break through. “Sammy, are you in there?” Sam could hear Dean. He could see everything, but was powerless to stop it. He had to stand by while Lucifer snapped his fingers and exploded Castiel’s vessel. While he snapped Bobby’s neck, and beat Dean to within an inch of his life. He felt everything. It was well and truly here for him. “Sam. Sammy. It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here. I’m not going to leave you. I’m not going to leave you.” As Lucifer raised Sam’s fist to deliver yet another blow to Dean, he caught sight of the Impala and a wave of memories washed over him. The plastic green army man he’d gotten stuck in the backseat ashtray. The colorful Legos that Dean had shoved down the vents. The initials carved so carefully into the wood. Practical jokes, arguments - both teasing and serious, 80’s rock cassette tapes, beer and bad food. Dean had always protected Sam like it had been his job. Even here at the end, where it meant certain death. That love surged through him and gave him the strength to overpower the devil. He un-clenched his fist and his expression melted from cold anger into Sam again. “It’s okay, Dean. It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got him.” He threw the rings onto the ground and recited the incantation to open the gate. The wind whipped around them as Dean lay broken and bloodied on the ground. Sam wanted to run to him. He wanted to hug him, and tell him he loved him. That he was sorry, but everything was going to be okay now. But then Michael re-appeared and he was out of time. Without anything more than a meaningful look at the big brother who had protected him for his entire life, Sam let himself fall backward into hell. Michael tried to stop him, but only managed to be dragged in himself. They fell together and Sam could hear Lucifer’s screams in his head as the gate sealed itself above them. |