Fic: In a Dark Place - Supernatural
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katikatTitle: In a Dark Place
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katikat
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Genre: Gen, Dark... and Crack!
Words: ~1800
Rating: R
Summary: A demon takes Sam's soul and Dean is offered a deal...
Notes: This fic is crack pure. I'm actually quite embarrassed that I wrote it *blushes*
Notes2: My big thank-you goes to my wonderful betayami_tai!
Dean stood in the bathroom, one bare bulb illuminating the small dingy place with dim yellow light. He stood there on the cold, cracked tiles, barefoot and naked, staring at himself in the rusty mirror. Gaze fixed on the wide open, reddened eyes of his reflection, Dean lifted one hand to touch his cheek, then he ran it slowly down his neck and chest, over this scar and that, over his stomach and lower. He hesitated when his questing fingers reached the dark pubic hair, but he closed his eyes tight, took a deep breath and let his hand wander lower...
There, behind his penis, the place where his testicles should be, used to be... Nothing there. Nothing at all. No scar, no blood. Nothing.
Dean's heart was beating wild in his chest and he felt his head swim from lack of oxygen but he just couldn't breath. It was true. It really happened. It wasn't a figment of his imagination. Finally, he gasped for air, leaning heavily against the sink. He opened his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror, a wild expression on his face. He couldn't look down, he couldn't look...
Swallowing, Dean took his cock in his hand and gave it an experimental squeeze, a tug, just to see, just to feel... Nothing. There was no spark of desire, nothing at all. His penis lay limply, lifelessly in his hand. Dean tried to think of the waitress that he spent a night with just a week ago, about her full breasts and warm, inviting body but his body didn't respond at all. There was no desire there and even the memories of it were fading quickly. Dean tried hard to remember what lust felt like but his memory was failing him.
Dean swayed and barely caught himself, barely managed not to crack his skull open on the sink. Slowly, he dropped to his knees, hyperventilating, a sob tearing its way through his throat.
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"Sammy?"
The demon was gone, its host's body still jerking slightly in the corner of the dark cellar, crimson blood spreading dark on the floor.
Dean ran towards the pool of light in the middle of the dark room where Sam was sitting tied to a chair, his chin resting on his chest. Falling to his knees on the grime crusted floor, Dean dropped everything he carried - his gun, the flask with holy water, the Bible - and caught Sam's face in both of his hands, lifting it, giving it an urgent, anxious slap when Sam didn't react to his brother's touch.
"Sammy wake up! Please please please, wake up!" Dean pleaded, his voice climbing in panic.
Sam's eyes were open but unseeing, his skin pale and Dean could feel his brother's heart fluttering erratically under his fingers. What had happened? What was wrong with him? Pulling a knife from its sheath at his waist, Dean cut off Sam's restraints, then ran his hands over Sam's arms and shoulders, over his chest and back, trying to find a wound, an injury and finding none.
"Come on, Sam. Sammy!" Dean's hands returned to his brother's face, slapping it. "Snap out of it, kiddo."
"He won't..."
The voice came from a dark corner startling Dean for he was convinced that he was there alone with his brother, that the demon worked alone, that there was no one else in the cellar. He had checked after all.
Whipping around, Dean grabbed his gun and pointed it in the direction the voice had come from. There, he saw it now, the creature. Its eyes were glowing red in the shadows. Melting out of the darkness, the thing materialized out of thin air. Vaguely humanoid, it looked more like a living shadow. It was coming closer, making no sound at all.
"Stay away!" Dean yelled grabbing the bottle of holy water, unscrewing it quickly. It would be stupid to shoot at shadows and it wouldn't do him much good anyway. He would simply waste the bullets he had left. But holy water...
The creature stopped a healthy distance away and kept hovering slightly in mid-air. It was staring at Dean with unblinking red eyes.
Moving backwards slightly to feel his brother's leg press into his back, reassuring himself that Sam was still there, Dean glared at the monster while his heart beat wildly in his chest. "What did you do to him?" Dean barked out, furious.
The creature wavered like smoke in a breeze. "Nothing. It was the demon, he did it. All to ingratiate himself, to pleasure Him." The thing was talking with a slight lisp and there was coldness that spread in waves from every word it spoke.
Dean suppressed a shiver and frowned. "What do you mean?" he growled. "What did it do?"
The red eyes were cold and hard like pieces of metal. "It stole his soul, send it to Hell, to Him. He's very pleased..."
Dean froze. No. No it couldn't be. "You're lying!" he grated out in a firm voice.
The monster wavered again. Dean had never heard of a creature like that. And because he couldn't give it a name, it scared him.
"Why would I lie?" The thing's voice was as emotionless as his eyes. "I'm His messenger. I was sent here to offer you a deal."
Dean could feel his palms grow sweaty. He was so scared - of this monster but especially for his brother - that he was becoming light-headed. "What offer? Who sent you here?" He knew that it was a bad idea to give in to a monster's game but if it was telling the truth... Dean just couldn't risk it.
"It was He..."
"Who is He?" Dean interrupted the thing, angrily. "If I decide to take this bargain you have to offer, I need to know with whom I'm doing business here."
A hissing sound echoed through the cellar and it reminded Dean of the rattle of a poisonous snake. "It doesn't matter who He is. It doesn't matter what he wants from you. Either you comply or your brother's body will die and his soul will burn in Hell forever."
Dean's thigh was seizing, his knees hurting on the cold ground but none of it mattered. It was all about Sam now. "What do you want?" he said finally.
The creature floated closer and hovered only a couple of feet away from Dean. "He offers you your brother's soul back. Sammy'll wake up, whole and healthy, no worse for wear, not even remembering his little trip to Hell and back."
Swallowing, Dean narrowed his eyes, pressing himself further back against his brother who seemed to be the only source of heat in the dark room now. "And the price?" Dean asked, his breath misting.
There was the rattling of the snake again. "Your manhood, Dean Winchester."
Dean's eyes opened wide and the hand in which he held the flask with holy water sank. Of all the things... "What?" he rasped in shock and disbelief.
Before Dean could move, the cold shadow surrounded him, wrapping around him like a frosty silken scarf. Dean couldn't move, frozen. He blanched, his skin growing cold and he cried out as the coldest touch centered between his slightly spread legs. The red gaze now stared into his wide, terrified eyes from barely inches away. Dean couldn't breath, gasping for air as the monster squeezed him tight.
"He wants this," the grip tightened even more, "for your brother's soul."
Straining against invisible bonds, teeth chattering with cold, Dean uttered. "W... why?"
The snake rattled again. "Because He has enough of you Winchesters, of your bloodline, pestering Him over and over through the generations. He wants it to end with you, Dean..."
He couldn't wrap his mind around it, his thoughts freezing. "But Sam..."
"Is a Winchester too?" the monster finished for him. "Really? Are you sure of that? Think about it, Dean. Think about why He doesn't want the same thing," the frost between Dean's legs intensified, "from your brother too."
Dean couldn't understand, he couldn't think. Staring into the red, unblinking eyes, he strained. "Why don't you just kill us then?"
If a shadow could shrug, he would be doing it now. "You amuse Him. You rid Him of unwanted, incompetent trash. What does it feel like to be useful to someone like Him?"
Dean wanted to snap out something, to tell the thing to just piss off. But in that very moment, the constant rasping sound in the background ceased and went silent. Sam had stopped breathing. Dean fought the being, trying to turn around to check on his brother, but the monster held him tight, not letting go.
"Choose quickly, Dean Winchester. The human body can't live long without a soul. Poor, poor Sammy..." it lisped.
The fight went out of Dean. He would do anything, give anything to save Sam, to keep him safe. He couldn't think of... Couldn't imagine living without... But a life without Sam wouldn't be worth living anyway. Faced with Sam's death, nothing mattered. "Do what you want," he muttered, closing his eyes, hoping that the creature would kill him, thinking only about Sam, Sammy...
The thing wrapped itself more tightly about Dean, sneaking into his body, into the most private places he had... Then everything went dark.
-----
Kneeling on the bathroom floor, eyes closed and head resting against the sink, Dean remembered. He remembered waking up in the dark cellar with Sam holding him, shaking him, calling his name in a voice twisted with dread. He remembered waking, feeling strangely light-headed and weird. Feeling violated.
Dean didn't tell Sam anything, nothing of what happened in the cellar even when Sam kept asking, his face anxious because he couldn't remember anything from the moment he stepped out of the motel room to get their morning coffee. The next thing Sam knew, he was in an unfamiliar, dark place with Dean huddled unconscious on the floor at his feet, white as snow. Sam told Dean that he thought Dean was dead at first. It scared Sam so much that he couldn't stop touching Dean, couldn't not look at him the whole time as if fearing that his brother would drop dead the moment he turned away.
And Dean... He could feel it, the change in his body. But he couldn't make himself check, touch. Not until he escaped from Sam's constant scrutiny in their motel room's bathroom. His brother's worried looks made it hard for Dean to think. To think about what his... changed state... meant for him, what the creature had told him about Sam meant for them.
Sam was knocking on the door, calling Dean's name, asking him if everything was okay. Dean almost barked out a hysterical laugh. Okay? Okay?!
Darkness was swirling around him, making it hard to think, to see, making him dizzy. Dimly, Dean heard the door opening, felt Sam catching him before he could fall limply to the ground but he didn't hear Sam's terrified voice yelling his name. No, all Dean heard was the lisping voice, whispering...
"Lucifer says thanks."
The End
Author:
katikatFandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Genre: Gen, Dark... and Crack!
Words: ~1800
Rating: R
Summary: A demon takes Sam's soul and Dean is offered a deal...
Notes: This fic is crack pure. I'm actually quite embarrassed that I wrote it *blushes*
Notes2: My big thank-you goes to my wonderful beta
yami_tai!Dean stood in the bathroom, one bare bulb illuminating the small dingy place with dim yellow light. He stood there on the cold, cracked tiles, barefoot and naked, staring at himself in the rusty mirror. Gaze fixed on the wide open, reddened eyes of his reflection, Dean lifted one hand to touch his cheek, then he ran it slowly down his neck and chest, over this scar and that, over his stomach and lower. He hesitated when his questing fingers reached the dark pubic hair, but he closed his eyes tight, took a deep breath and let his hand wander lower...
There, behind his penis, the place where his testicles should be, used to be... Nothing there. Nothing at all. No scar, no blood. Nothing.
Dean's heart was beating wild in his chest and he felt his head swim from lack of oxygen but he just couldn't breath. It was true. It really happened. It wasn't a figment of his imagination. Finally, he gasped for air, leaning heavily against the sink. He opened his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror, a wild expression on his face. He couldn't look down, he couldn't look...
Swallowing, Dean took his cock in his hand and gave it an experimental squeeze, a tug, just to see, just to feel... Nothing. There was no spark of desire, nothing at all. His penis lay limply, lifelessly in his hand. Dean tried to think of the waitress that he spent a night with just a week ago, about her full breasts and warm, inviting body but his body didn't respond at all. There was no desire there and even the memories of it were fading quickly. Dean tried hard to remember what lust felt like but his memory was failing him.
Dean swayed and barely caught himself, barely managed not to crack his skull open on the sink. Slowly, he dropped to his knees, hyperventilating, a sob tearing its way through his throat.
-----
"Sammy?"
The demon was gone, its host's body still jerking slightly in the corner of the dark cellar, crimson blood spreading dark on the floor.
Dean ran towards the pool of light in the middle of the dark room where Sam was sitting tied to a chair, his chin resting on his chest. Falling to his knees on the grime crusted floor, Dean dropped everything he carried - his gun, the flask with holy water, the Bible - and caught Sam's face in both of his hands, lifting it, giving it an urgent, anxious slap when Sam didn't react to his brother's touch.
"Sammy wake up! Please please please, wake up!" Dean pleaded, his voice climbing in panic.
Sam's eyes were open but unseeing, his skin pale and Dean could feel his brother's heart fluttering erratically under his fingers. What had happened? What was wrong with him? Pulling a knife from its sheath at his waist, Dean cut off Sam's restraints, then ran his hands over Sam's arms and shoulders, over his chest and back, trying to find a wound, an injury and finding none.
"Come on, Sam. Sammy!" Dean's hands returned to his brother's face, slapping it. "Snap out of it, kiddo."
"He won't..."
The voice came from a dark corner startling Dean for he was convinced that he was there alone with his brother, that the demon worked alone, that there was no one else in the cellar. He had checked after all.
Whipping around, Dean grabbed his gun and pointed it in the direction the voice had come from. There, he saw it now, the creature. Its eyes were glowing red in the shadows. Melting out of the darkness, the thing materialized out of thin air. Vaguely humanoid, it looked more like a living shadow. It was coming closer, making no sound at all.
"Stay away!" Dean yelled grabbing the bottle of holy water, unscrewing it quickly. It would be stupid to shoot at shadows and it wouldn't do him much good anyway. He would simply waste the bullets he had left. But holy water...
The creature stopped a healthy distance away and kept hovering slightly in mid-air. It was staring at Dean with unblinking red eyes.
Moving backwards slightly to feel his brother's leg press into his back, reassuring himself that Sam was still there, Dean glared at the monster while his heart beat wildly in his chest. "What did you do to him?" Dean barked out, furious.
The creature wavered like smoke in a breeze. "Nothing. It was the demon, he did it. All to ingratiate himself, to pleasure Him." The thing was talking with a slight lisp and there was coldness that spread in waves from every word it spoke.
Dean suppressed a shiver and frowned. "What do you mean?" he growled. "What did it do?"
The red eyes were cold and hard like pieces of metal. "It stole his soul, send it to Hell, to Him. He's very pleased..."
Dean froze. No. No it couldn't be. "You're lying!" he grated out in a firm voice.
The monster wavered again. Dean had never heard of a creature like that. And because he couldn't give it a name, it scared him.
"Why would I lie?" The thing's voice was as emotionless as his eyes. "I'm His messenger. I was sent here to offer you a deal."
Dean could feel his palms grow sweaty. He was so scared - of this monster but especially for his brother - that he was becoming light-headed. "What offer? Who sent you here?" He knew that it was a bad idea to give in to a monster's game but if it was telling the truth... Dean just couldn't risk it.
"It was He..."
"Who is He?" Dean interrupted the thing, angrily. "If I decide to take this bargain you have to offer, I need to know with whom I'm doing business here."
A hissing sound echoed through the cellar and it reminded Dean of the rattle of a poisonous snake. "It doesn't matter who He is. It doesn't matter what he wants from you. Either you comply or your brother's body will die and his soul will burn in Hell forever."
Dean's thigh was seizing, his knees hurting on the cold ground but none of it mattered. It was all about Sam now. "What do you want?" he said finally.
The creature floated closer and hovered only a couple of feet away from Dean. "He offers you your brother's soul back. Sammy'll wake up, whole and healthy, no worse for wear, not even remembering his little trip to Hell and back."
Swallowing, Dean narrowed his eyes, pressing himself further back against his brother who seemed to be the only source of heat in the dark room now. "And the price?" Dean asked, his breath misting.
There was the rattling of the snake again. "Your manhood, Dean Winchester."
Dean's eyes opened wide and the hand in which he held the flask with holy water sank. Of all the things... "What?" he rasped in shock and disbelief.
Before Dean could move, the cold shadow surrounded him, wrapping around him like a frosty silken scarf. Dean couldn't move, frozen. He blanched, his skin growing cold and he cried out as the coldest touch centered between his slightly spread legs. The red gaze now stared into his wide, terrified eyes from barely inches away. Dean couldn't breath, gasping for air as the monster squeezed him tight.
"He wants this," the grip tightened even more, "for your brother's soul."
Straining against invisible bonds, teeth chattering with cold, Dean uttered. "W... why?"
The snake rattled again. "Because He has enough of you Winchesters, of your bloodline, pestering Him over and over through the generations. He wants it to end with you, Dean..."
He couldn't wrap his mind around it, his thoughts freezing. "But Sam..."
"Is a Winchester too?" the monster finished for him. "Really? Are you sure of that? Think about it, Dean. Think about why He doesn't want the same thing," the frost between Dean's legs intensified, "from your brother too."
Dean couldn't understand, he couldn't think. Staring into the red, unblinking eyes, he strained. "Why don't you just kill us then?"
If a shadow could shrug, he would be doing it now. "You amuse Him. You rid Him of unwanted, incompetent trash. What does it feel like to be useful to someone like Him?"
Dean wanted to snap out something, to tell the thing to just piss off. But in that very moment, the constant rasping sound in the background ceased and went silent. Sam had stopped breathing. Dean fought the being, trying to turn around to check on his brother, but the monster held him tight, not letting go.
"Choose quickly, Dean Winchester. The human body can't live long without a soul. Poor, poor Sammy..." it lisped.
The fight went out of Dean. He would do anything, give anything to save Sam, to keep him safe. He couldn't think of... Couldn't imagine living without... But a life without Sam wouldn't be worth living anyway. Faced with Sam's death, nothing mattered. "Do what you want," he muttered, closing his eyes, hoping that the creature would kill him, thinking only about Sam, Sammy...
The thing wrapped itself more tightly about Dean, sneaking into his body, into the most private places he had... Then everything went dark.
-----
Kneeling on the bathroom floor, eyes closed and head resting against the sink, Dean remembered. He remembered waking up in the dark cellar with Sam holding him, shaking him, calling his name in a voice twisted with dread. He remembered waking, feeling strangely light-headed and weird. Feeling violated.
Dean didn't tell Sam anything, nothing of what happened in the cellar even when Sam kept asking, his face anxious because he couldn't remember anything from the moment he stepped out of the motel room to get their morning coffee. The next thing Sam knew, he was in an unfamiliar, dark place with Dean huddled unconscious on the floor at his feet, white as snow. Sam told Dean that he thought Dean was dead at first. It scared Sam so much that he couldn't stop touching Dean, couldn't not look at him the whole time as if fearing that his brother would drop dead the moment he turned away.
And Dean... He could feel it, the change in his body. But he couldn't make himself check, touch. Not until he escaped from Sam's constant scrutiny in their motel room's bathroom. His brother's worried looks made it hard for Dean to think. To think about what his... changed state... meant for him, what the creature had told him about Sam meant for them.
Sam was knocking on the door, calling Dean's name, asking him if everything was okay. Dean almost barked out a hysterical laugh. Okay? Okay?!
Darkness was swirling around him, making it hard to think, to see, making him dizzy. Dimly, Dean heard the door opening, felt Sam catching him before he could fall limply to the ground but he didn't hear Sam's terrified voice yelling his name. No, all Dean heard was the lisping voice, whispering...
"Lucifer says thanks."
The End
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Date: 2007-10-29 04:19 am (UTC)I wonder what it would have been like if this had happened in the actual series, and Dean had exchanged his balls for Sam's life. And now he's got a year before his balls fall off. So takes a sabbatical from hunting and he goes on this mad cross-country sex spree, complete with swinger parties and high-class brothels, with an increasingly traumatized Sam in tow...
Oh my God. The Speshul Cray-Z is catching!
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Date: 2007-10-29 08:53 am (UTC)And thank you for your wonderful review! It's weird but I love it when eeeeevil things molest our boys. Sheesh, I need a shrink XP
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Date: 2007-10-29 08:55 am (UTC)Thank you so much for your review! :)
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