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Title: In Ruins - Rising Tide
Author: [livejournal.com profile] soncnica
Artist: [livejournal.com profile] dollarformyname
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] marlowe78
Written for: Sam Dean OTP MiniBang 2014
Rating: R
Genre/Pairing: gen, no pairings
Wordcount: cca. 50.040 words
Summary: Sam, the Inquisitor and Dean, the Hunter are trying to save the Land from a killer that cannot be seen or smelled or touched, a killer that attacks more viciously than anything anyone has ever faced. And it left the Land in ruins.
Warnings/tags: fantasy AU (a mix of medieval times & present time), blood, gore, disgusting imagery, language, hurt/comfort, POV changes (but I think they aren’t very distracting), hurt!Dean, dark!fic, mystery, magic, mention of torture, nudity, boys raised apart (but they know of each other&are together for 3/4 of the story), not a death fic
Disclaimer: I own the story, but I do NOT own SPN, Sam or Dean or anything related to that. No!
A/N1: Inspired by the (taken out of context) lyrics of Fall Out Boy's 'Alone Together' from their new album. If you'll listen to the song, you'll 'hear' some familiar uh words. LOL
A/N2: My artist was phenomenal; she created pictures out of my words and she did it amazingly, spectacularly and I can't praise her work enough. There are no words, I love every single art piece she did for this, and I used it all in the story itself, but please, please, please go to her art post HERE and tell her just how much her art is brilliant. She captured the creepiness, the atmosphere of the story, and all I can do is bow before the stunning work she created. I am without words just how must the art compliments the story and I feel like the story doesn't do the art justice at all. Thank you [livejournal.com profile] dollarformyname for choosing my story, thank you for all the hard, hard work you put into it, thank you so so much!! *hugs you*
A/N3: Well my beta had to suffer through another round of my comma obsession and screwed up tenses. That poor girl, she deserves a huge, huge thank you!!!!
A/N4: My amazing f-list ... thank you for all your kind words, for your hand holding and for telling me that there's nothing wrong with a little bit of gen :) Love&peace!



This is a road to restoration,

But we're starting at the end.


Art HERE

Story on AO3

Story on LJ:  PROLOGUE     _:_     PART I     _:_     PART II     _:_     PART III
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Title: Lazy Saturday Afternoon
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby
Word count: cca. 800
Summary: 
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when Sam was trying to stop his brother from bleeding to death.
Warnings: I think none... maybe blood, and hurt!Dean
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine! NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION!
A/N: Thank you for reading.

Lazy Saturday Afternoon )
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Title: Swallow Down Your Hisses
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: Sam, Dean
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: cca. 3.100
Summary: It was an ungodly hour when Sam held Dean down for Bobby to push a tube down Dean's throat.
Warnings: Okay, so... idk, a tube is forced down Dean's throat... idk what kinda warnings that should include. LOL
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine! NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION!
A/N: This is a prompt fill for this prompt over at hoodie_time. More A/N's in the story. Thank you! 

Swallow Down Your Hisses )
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Title: Rescue Mission 5/5, THE END
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Word count: cca. 3.368 this chapter, the whole story has around 13.041 words.
Summary: Dean has been kidnapped. Taken. Gone for four days and three nights. Sam's on it. He's gonna find him. He is. Just watch him. This continues my story Intro.
Spoilers: Umm for S4, S5. So if you haven't seen those seasons...
Warnings: Ummmm, none? If you find anything, do tell!
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: I used Breaking Benjamin's song called 'Away' for, huh, idk how to call it... chapter descriptions, idk... those sentences in italics... idk, LOL but whatever you wanna call it, I do not own those.

 

Chapter 5: Home )

 


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Title: Rescue Mission 4/5
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Word count: cca. 2.204 this chapter, the whole story has around 13.041 words.
Summary: Dean has been kidnapped. Taken. Gone for four days and three nights. Sam's on it. He's gonna find him. He is. Just watch him. This continues my story Intro.
Spoilers: Umm for S4, S5. So if you haven't seen those seasons...
Warnings: Ummmm, none? If you find anything, do tell!
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: I used Breaking Benjamin's song called 'Away' for, huh, idk how to call it... chapter descriptions, idk... those sentences in italics... idk, LOL but whatever you wanna call it, I do not own those.

Read more... )
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Title: Rescue Mission 3/5
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Word count: cca. 2.192 this chapter, the whole story has around 13.041 words.
Summary: Dean has been kidnapped. Taken. Gone for four days and three nights. Sam's on it. He's gonna find him. He is. Just watch him. This continues my story Intro.
Spoilers: Umm for S4, S5. So if you haven't seen those seasons...
Warnings: Ummmm, none? If you find anything, do tell!
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: I used Breaking Benjamin's song called 'Away' for, huh, idk how to call it... chapter descriptions, idk... those sentences in italics... idk, LOL but whatever you wanna call it, I do not own those.

Read more... )

I feel you…

Dean's hair was wet; lying down in defeat like cut grass.

His clothes or what was left of them anyway, were wet too; he still had his gray T-shirt on and his jeans, but his boots, socks, over shirt, jacket… it was all missing.

He still had the amulet around his neck, the bracelet around his wrist, the watch that still kept time and Sam thought that maybe those things were what kept Dean… going. A connection to the 'real' world, not the world that seemed to exist in the cave, the well.

Sam closed his eyes for a second. Just one second to get his mind back to the task at hand. Get Dean out, no matter in what state he is. Everything can be fixed. He has to believe that. He believes that.

Because this… this just wasn't happening. Dean was not… like this. He was never affected like this by anything they ever came across. With all the hunts they did over the years, Dean was never this… out of it. And there have been hunts where his brother could've easily slipped into insanity. But he didn't then, so why did… should he now?

Sam put the back of his right hand to his nose, trying to keep the awful smell away from him… but it was all in vain. The smell just kept on coming, kept on suffocating him.

Man…

He shifted on his feet, slid closer to his brother's back.

"Okay, okay… Dean… I gotcha, I gotcha, man."

He lowered his voice… still wanting that silence, not wanting to spook Dean out with yelling, not wanting to lure those shadows to them. He could still feel fear and doubts sneaking into his mind. He won't let them win.

But, he still needed to say something, make Dean hear, realize… that he was here and that he wasn't going anywhere. That Dean wasn't alone anymore. That there was no need to attack him again, but he already knew that Dean wouldn't do that again… his brother got what assurance he needed to believe Sam was Sam. Or at least Sam hoped that was the case. But, he's been living on hope for the past four days. And it didn't fail him. Yet.

There was some water dripping down from the ceiling, hitting a spot right beside Dean's bare feet. He looked down, noticed Dean's feet were wet, dirty and a little bloody, red toes curled in. Cold.

The sound of dripping, splashing drops of water was pure torture and Sam was amazed that his brother didn't go insane. Or… maybe he did and that's why he was like he was; not opening his eyes, protecting himself… and here he goes again. Stepping into territory, he really didn't want to go in, but kept going anyway. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts just kept on coming to the same things.

Those shadows were dangerous. The darkness was poison.

Shit…

He forced Dean to lie on his back again and where he touched his brother's shoulders to do so, he could feel him shivering; saw Dean's cheek covered in blood and dirt; saw how he was protecting his stomach with his left hand; saw how he had his legs bend by his knees… Sam saw it all and it made him wanna hit something. Preferably those, who did this to Dean; the demons, the shadows. Doesn't matter.

He touched Dean's chest, felt his heart beating strong and fast under the thin, wet cotton and shook him a little.

"Dean? You with me, man?"

Dean still hadn't opened his eyes, if anything… him touching his chest made Dean squeeze them together even tighter.

They looked okay to Sam before, so… why wouldn't Dean open them up again and look at him?

"Dean, open your eyes, man. Come on."

He wanted to pry them open, had his fingers almost touching Dean's eyelids, when his brother's water and blood cowered right hand shot up and grasped his. But it wasn't a gesture of attack, or so it seemed to Sam, it was more like Dean was trying to figure out… reality.

"Dean? Can you hear me?"

Dean's hand was crawling up Sam's forearm, his fingers bunching up the material of the hoodie.

His brother's fingers were trembling when they hit his skin; the touch made chills spread up all over his arm.

"Dean?"

Dean kept sliding his fingers down Sam's forearm, spreading goosebumps wherever they went and when they landed on Sam's wrist, Dean squeezed them into a grip… tight grip, bone breaking grip.

"Hey, you're okay. Dean?"

Nothing. Just whispers of 'Sam… Sammy.'

"Dean… come on, we need to go."

He gripped Dean's slippery hand, tried to pry him away from his wrist, but his brother was relentless. He was showing such strength that it made Sam wonder how he could still be so strong after four days of being in the well, in this cave, lying on the floor. And then he wanted to hit his head on the ground, just because of thinking such things.

Dean showing strength was a good thing. It was a great thing. It meant that he wasn't as hurt as Sam thought he would be. This was good. This was… it was great. And it just made him realize, that Dean really could have choked him before, but didn't. Why? Well, Dean will just have to explain that one to him, because he's out of answers to complicated questions.

"Dean, you hurt?"

No answer, just Dean's lips moving in silent 'Sam'.

"Dean, where are you hurt?"

He ran his free hand over Dean's forehead; cold, clammy, dirty.

He felt Dean tense at the touch.

"'m not going to hurt you."

Down his cheek; bloody, wet, cold.

Down his throat; felt the pulse at the side of his neck. The strong fluttering of the vein made him sigh in relief.

"'m not. Alright?"

Made his hand travel lower, down Dean's chest; rising up and falling down okay.

Dean squirmed.

Sideways to his ribs; applying some pressure there, he felt just how much weight his brother had lost while being down here.

Down to his stomach; moving away Dean's hand, he slipped his hand under Dean's wet T-shirt, wet palm to wet skin and applied some pressure to it but Dean didn't even flinch. But the skin was warm… Dean was sick, feverish.

To his legs that were still bent by the knees; thighs, calves. All okay. No flinching, no sounds other then 'Sam'.

To his feet; freezing cold, numb, dirt behind toenails.

And through all that, the only thing that he could determine was that Dean was okay physically. There were no apparent injuries anywhere and even the hidden ones… well Dean would make some kind of a noise if he would hit anything broken or… damaged.

He couldn't be sure about how… damaged Dean's mind was, but his brother's strong. Everything can be fixed. He believes that. He has to.

So… the question was… if Dean isn't hurt hurt... then where's all that blood coming from?

He wasn't sure he wanted an answer to that.

"Dean, okay… we really need to go."

Dean finally let go of his wrist and slid his hand up Sam's forearm again, bunching up the material of his hoodie, right up to his elbow. The feel of Dean's cold hand send shivers up Sam's back. His brother's fingers were clenching and unclenching on his skin, as if feeling if he was real. As if making sure that the skin and bones he was feeling were real.

"Sammy… Sam… Sam… Sammy…"

Dean's lips were moving, forming only two words – Sam and Sammy – and Sam was seriously getting freaked out. It was not like Dean to keep… repeating his name like that or touching him like that. It was kind of creepy. Real creepy.

"Okay, okay… let go of me… this is… Dean, man. Come on. Dude," he laughed, "you're creeping me out here."

The repeating of his name and Dean touching him… was really starting to make him uncomfortable.

The water from the ceiling was still slowly dripping down, hitting a white stone. The sound was starting to drive Sam insane. He was amazed that Dean… no, Dean is not insane. He is not. He's just… he needs to be taken away from this place. That's all. Everything will be better once they get to the Impala and go far, far away from this place.

Dean's eyes were still closed, he was touching Sam as if trying to determine if what he was feeling, touching, sensing was real or not and he talked, almost chanted Sam or Sammy like if he stopped, he would die or float away.

Sam adjusted his body a little bit; as much as he could while being almost pinned down by Dean's arms, because now Dean's other arm was sliding up his leg, gripping his jeans tight. Tighter then tight.

"Dean, can you hear me?"

"Sam…"

"Yeah, man… it's me… 's me. Open your eyes, man. Come on."

Dean rolled on his right side again, pulling Sam's arm with him.

"Can't…"

It was so soft, Sam wasn't even sure he heard it right. It was a different word, a word that was not Sam or Sammy. It was even more creepy then everything else.

"Can't?"

"Sam…" a breath that sounded more like a wheeze, "ya real? If ya're not j'st stop," a breath, "go 'way."

Sam would laugh at the 'are you real' question, if Dean hadn't said that like he was four years old, trying to get his parents to stay in his room for the night, to keep him safe from monsters.

What the Hell happened to him?

"Dude, you're getting bruises all over me. I think 'm real, man."

Dean breathed out and squeezed Sam's forearm again, setting his nails in the veins there, almost drawing blood. But Sam said nothing, did nothing, just let Dean do what he needed to do… let him draw blood if that would make him see that he is real, that everything is real.

"Ow man… 'm real, I am. Dean, trust me. I'm real."

He said when Dean really made it hurt, sticking his fingernail into Sam's skin.

Sam looked down at his arm, his mouth already open in protest and then he noticed it. He saw. He saw the reason why Dean was bloody all over… he had no nails on some of his fingers. It looked like they were pulled off, cut off, scratched off… who knows. That's just one more thing that Dean will have to explain to him.

Sam counted three fingers that were missing nails and that was just on Dean's right hand. There was just soft, red, inflamed skin where the nail should be. He wasn't sure that he wanted to see Dean's left hand.

"Oh man…"

He remembered that particular Christmas and hissed at the memory of how much that had hurt.

What the Hell?

Dean opened his eyes, blinked a few times, rolled his head to his left and groaned out: "T'e wat'r… stop. S'm... stop."

"Huh?"

He was still lost in the memory of that Christmas and flinched when Dean's whisper reached him.

His brother's eyes were shiny with tears and Sam didn't know what he would do if they would fall.

"Water? What water? Dean? Hey…"

Dean gripped his forearm tighter and groaned.

"Make... stop. If real, make...stop."

Dean's words were coming out clipped and slow, accompanied with soft and quick breaths through his open mouth.

"What? Dean… I…"

"Make," a breath, "it stop. Make it stop" a breath "Sammy."

He let go of Sam's arm and leg and put both of his hands over his ears, tugging at them, almost like… trying to rip them off.

"Dean, stop that!"

"Make it stop!"

Okay, that was loud. Dean's voice was deep and the words boomed around the cave, making Sam flinch. Dean sounded pissed. Sam didn't know if that made him happy, sad or scared. Probably a little of everything.

"Stop, stop, stop..."

Dean was muttering under his breath, still firmly holding his hands over his ears. Sam tugged on them, but man, Dean was strong.

"Dean! Hey," he tugged on his brother's hands again and got his left one off his ear, "hold my arm." He placed Dean's hand over his arm, not caring, barely noticing when Dean pushed his remaining fingernails into his skin.

"Ow, damnit…"

"Stop it… the water, stop it," a breath, "Sam."

"Wha…?"

Then it hit him straight in his ear… the water. The dripping sound of the fucking water.

"Dean, 'm gonna make it stop, I promise, but you have to get up and walk with me, okay? Can you do that?"

"Stop, Sam… please. Make... stop."

His brother whispered to the floor and hissed as another drop of water fell on the stone and splattered all over the floor. Some of the tiny drops of water hit Dean's bare foot and he… was that a sob?

'coz you won't stop touching my skin…

TBC…


Chapter 2 II Chapter 4

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Title: Rescue Mission 2/5
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Word count: cca. 2.054 this chapter, the whole story has around 13.041 words.
Summary: Dean has been kidnapped. Taken. Gone for four days and three nights. Sam's on it. He's gonna find him. He is. Just watch him. This continues my story Intro.
Spoilers: Umm for S4, S5. So if you haven't seen those seasons...
Warnings: Ummmm, none? If you find anything, do tell!
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: I used Breaking Benjamin's song called 'Away' for, huh, idk how to call it... chapter descriptions, idk... those sentences in italics... idk, LOL but whatever you wanna call it, I do not own those.


Read more... )

I hear you…

His boots were making noise that echoed all over the cave, hitting walls and coming right back at him to haunt him. He could feel and hear himself stepping into shallow puddles of what he hoped was water, but it smelled more like blood and urine combined.

The atmosphere in the cave like place could only be described with three words: damp, cold, and lonely. Plus there was a smell that crawled up his nostrils and it was simply puke inducing. The stench of rotting flesh mixed with the smell of dirt and stale water… it was unbelievable, but Sam had worse in his line of... duty. Much worse.

The dampness was making his skin itch, the cold was making him shiver, and the feeling of loneliness made him wanna turn around and run away. But no… he had a job to do and he will not chicken out. This was too important to fuck up. His brother's life was at stake.

The noises all around him made him feel like he was on another planet, all alone with his fears hidden all over the dark place. If he would look to his left he would see Jess burning on the ceiling and blaming him, if he would look to his right he would see his Mom, pinned to the ceiling and bleeding, if he would look behind his back he would see his Dad, yelling at him and bossing him around. But he was looking forward, his eyes on Dean. They had to be. Everything else just needed to go screw itself. He wasn't here to contemplate about his past; he was here to save what little of his future he still had.

He grabbed his flashlight tighter, knuckles going white. Light… light was what he needed. In the darkness… light is all you need.

He needs to find Dean. Right now. Right the fuck now.

"Dean…" he whispered into the cave. The word echoed back to him.

This feeling inside of him; this feeling of loneliness and fear; this feeling of shadows curling their fingers of nothingness into every fiber of his body...

...this was an evil place. A place that needs to be destroyed as soon as possible. As soon as he finds Dean.

He wanted the noise of his boots hitting the puddles to stop; it was disrupting the silence that he became accustomed too, while his brother was gone.

Silence.

Maybe silence would disperse the fears. Make the shadows crawling behind him retreat back into the darkness that ruled the corners, because there would be no noise for them to be attracted to.

But silence is a foolish notion anyway. Even in silence there is noise. Even if it is just one word on repeat in your brain.

Dean.

He lived in that kind of silence – with only one word floating in his brain at all times - for four days and three nights. He won't live in silence for a forth night.

Even with the strong desire for quietness, he couldn't stop running, because his brother could be there, lying all huddled up and he needed to get to him. Even more now then before. If him feeling fear and loneliness was this intense, then… Dean was here for four days. Four days of feeling like this… like this cave was sucking out his biggest fears, transforming them into dark shadows that looked at him, pointed at him with their long, filthy fingers and laughed at him.

"Dean…"

He wanted to yell out his brother's name, he wanted to scream it at the top of his lungs, but… he needed to do everything in whispers; the danger of something being down there was too big, the danger of truly awakening those shadows was too great. He just wanted his brother; he didn't want any more trouble. He didn't want to kill anyone else. Even if it wasn't human. But for Dean… he would.

When he reached the figure and crouched down – wet jeans stretching tight over his knees - before its back, he knew it wasn't Dean. He knew it, like he knew… Dean.

His heart dropped into his stomach and made a hole there. He hurt. He ached. And he needed to find Dean.

Desiring something so bad it hurts… can make you go insane.

He pointed the gun to the man's head, reached his other hand forward, slowly and firmly… touching the man's shoulder, he gently rolled whoever it was onto his back.

"Oh man…"

He raised his hand to his mouth, almost dropping his flashlight, in an attempt to block the stench coming from the body.

He still kept the gun firmly pointed to the man's face… or what was left of it.

The man… had no eyes; it was like they were scratched out or pulled out. He had no ears; it was like they were ripped out. He had no skin on his left cheek; cut off or rubbed off. He had the rest of his face cowered with blood, neck broken. Sam didn't want to see anymore. And he smelled… smelled so bad. Decomposing already.

Dean…

"Dean!"

He screamed… he didn't care anymore. He didn't… if anyone would come, he would shoot them dead, no matter what, no matter who they would be. He would shoot them all dead. The shadows, the demons, whoever, whatever. Shoot them dead… watch the light go out in their eyes.

He needed to find Dean and soon. If this is what awaits Dean, if this is what already happened to Dean… he's gonna track down every one of those bastards and shoot them so help him God. And then he's gonna stick Ruby's knife into each and every one of them to put the cherry on top.

"Dean!"

He really didn't care anymore.

"Sam!"

Dean's strong voice startled him, almost knocked him on his ass. He knew it was his brother's voice… he would recognize it anywhere, anytime.

"Sam…"

Dean's voice became quieter, hoarse, almost like he hadn't been using it for days. Or was using it too much.

"Sam…"

His voice was breaking like dry twigs when you step on them.

"Sam…"

Sam was surprised Dean could yell or talk at all.

He quickly scrambled up from the ground, nearly fell flat on his face before finally getting up on his feet. He ran to the other side of the cave to where the voice was coming from.

If it was a trap… God help the one who made it.

"Sammy!"

He ran through the cave for what felt like hours, but were just a few seconds. A few seconds of him tripping over other bodies; there were many and when Sam illuminated some of them… their eyes were gone, replaced with dark holes, their ears ripped off, their faces bloody, their fingernails gone, legs, necks, arms twisted into unnatural angles.

He breathed in and wished he hadn't. The smell he sucked in with the air made his eyes water.

"Dean!"

He screamed. No matter now if he screamed. He knew that whatever was in this place was gone. Long gone. And what remained was dead. Long dead.

Nothing else mattered now, but getting to his brother, seeing what was wrong with him and then dragging his ass out of here and never leaving his side again. Dean will just have to deal with that.

There was a small side room by the entrance of the cave and he wanted to hit his head into the wall, for not checking it sooner.

Fuck…

"Sam!"

Coming closer, the beam of light hit the top of Dean's head that was sticking out. His hair was wet, shining in the yellow light.

"Sam!"

He came to a stop like baseball players sometimes do when they touch base; feet first into the room. Dust would be flying everywhere, if there would be any dust on the wet ground. His hoodie got bunched up, he could feel the cold, wet ground on his skin… freezing his ribs off.

"Whoah, 'm here!"

He lay on his left side, his hip hurting because he touched the ground way too fast, his brother's ass almost touching his stomach.

Moving. Breathing. Living. Alive.

His brother was alive. He was alive. Alive.

It hurt when his heart climbed back up to its designed place.

Dean was curled up into a small ball… like he was protecting himself. He probably was. Curl up in a ball… protect your chest, your head, your guts. Curl up in a ball… and cry.

"Sammy…"

Dean's voice became quiet again… a whisper, as if he sensed a presence behind him, but not being entirely sure whose presence it was or if there was anyone really there or not.

Sam positioned his flashlight so that he could see Dean's form, placed the gun on the floor and reached out his hand, touched Dean's shoulder, his thumb grazing his brother's nape and turned him around… gently, softly, slowly.

"Dean… Dean! Hey, look at me, man."

His brother's hip collided with his stomach, before Dean rolled fully onto his right side, his knees touching Sam's.

The smell hit Sam hard. He closed his eyes, scrunched up his nose, his eyes watering from the sharp smell of piss. He moved his head so that he could see the ceiling of the cave and almost started to cry. But no… crying will get you nothing. Saving your brother will get you everything.

"Dean, man…"

And that was when it happened. Sam wasn't expecting it, he didn't see it coming, there were no signs of it to ever happen, yet… one minute he had his brother's knees touching his and the next moment he was lying flat on his back, Dean's knees pushing into his ribs, his brother's feral eyes burning his and Dean's hands wrapped tightly around his neck.

There was a puddle of please let it be water, under his head, his hair drowning in it.

There was a tiny stone pressing right into his left shoulder blade.

His left palm was resting on the cold ground, his fingers freezing.

His right hand was holding Dean by his bicep… his brother was trembling.

Dean's cold, wet hands were closed around his neck, squeezing, squeezing but not being able to squeeze.

"De'n…"

Sam said in a gasp.

He shifted his arms, grabbed Dean by his wrists, grinding bones and flesh together and tried to pry his hands away from his neck.

Dean was weak and his hands just buckled under Sam's strong hold.

"Dean… 's me."

And there was Dean's face above him; wet, dirty, bloody, his hair plastered to his forehead.

He looked like a man possessed. Maybe he was.

Sam closed his eyes for a brief moment, just to clear his head of that thought. Dean was not, could not, is not possessed. No way.

He opened his eyes and pierced Dean's.

'Help me' was written all over that greenness and it made Sam nod. A little jerk of his head indicating a nod and then in a split second, Dean's weight was off of him and his brother was back in the same position he found him earlier. Curled up in a ball… rocking back and forth screaming: "Sam, Sam… SAM!"

Dean's voice brought him back to the here and now and he scrambled off the floor as fast as the slippery stones allowed him.

He stepped delicately to Dean, trying not to spook him – again - and kneeled by his brother. His jeans were already wet from before he even came to this cave; the well had been dry for years, but… there was still some water in and around it, dripping into the well, but not quite enough to fill it up.

"Sam!"

It was as if his brother didn't hear, see or feel him or that the little choking 'accident' never even happened.

"Whoah, Dean, 'm here, stop… come on, 'm here… look at me. Come on! Dean!"

He reached his hand towards Dean's cheek and patted it with his palm; felt it being cold.

"Sam… Sammy," his brother mumbled under his breath and then screamed: "SAM!"

Well if nothing else… Dean's lungs seemed to still work fine.

'coz you won't quit screaming my name…

TBC…

Chapter 1  II Chapter 3

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Title: Rescue Mission
Author:
soncnica
Rating:
PG-13
Genre/pairing:
gen, h/c
Characters:
Dean, Sam, Bobby
Word count:
cca. 978 this chapter, the whole story has around 13.041 words.
Summary:
Dean has been kidnapped. Taken. Gone for four days and three nights. Sam's on it. He's gonna find him. He is. Just watch him. This continues my story Intro.
Spoilers:
Umm for S4, S5. So if you haven't seen those seasons...
Warnings:
Ummmm, none? If you find anything, do tell!
Disclaimer:
I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N
: I used Breaking Benjamin's song called 'Away' for, huh, idk how to call it... chapter descriptions, idk... those sentences in italics... idk, LOL but whatever you wanna call it, I do not own those.

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Title: A Bullet And A Fire
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Word count: cca. 4.244
Summary: “I gotcha, Bobby’s gotcha, we gotcha. I gotcha, ‘s okay.” words like balsam dripping into Dean’s mind.
Spoilers: None, me thinks.
Warnings: Ummmm, none? If you find anything, do tell!
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: It's my first time posting here, so... if I did something wrong, please tell me. And also... this was inspired by a certain scene in The Boondock Saints. Just sayin'...

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