Between a Rock and the Darkness
Summary: After trying & failing to defeat Amara, Sam finds himself in a very dangerous position and it's soon up to Dean to find a way to be the rock he's always been for Sam as he must counter jealousy and dark power. Then it's a matter of convincing Sam that he'll be there when secrets are revealed.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Language, explicit content as this will eventually contain Wincest.
Spoilers: Yeah, probably some as it's set after 11x06 Our Little World
Tags: While not directly tagged, it does take place after the events of 11x06 Our Little World
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own anything.
Author Note: Yes, it's been a really long time so I'll say now the muse is rusty. Be gentle. It's 3 chapters (with 2/3 complete) so it'll be updated quickly.
Chapter One
"Seriously? You're giving me an attitude for getting overpowered by God's bratty little sister after you let Metamoron, the asshole who not only kicked the angels out of Heaven but caused Kevin's death, caused the angel I thought could help Sam to turn on us and oh yeah, killed me, to go free because he's human! Seriously?"
Sam Winchester's head was aching for a lot of reasons right then, the least of which was taking on Crowley's demons by himself and then being tossed around by a teenager with a lot more power than anyone liked, but between this latest vision and the increasing shouts coming from behind him as his older brother argued with their angel ally the hunter was sure it was going to pound off his shoulders soon.
Learning that Amara, or the Darkness or whatever the hell she was, was actually God's sister had been a huge shock to both Winchesters after they'd returned to the bunker and learned of Castiel's trip to find Metatron as well as what the former scribe of God had finally revealed.
They'd known by what Death had told Dean that the Darkness was supposed to be a big bad thing that God and his most powerful Archangels had locked up before the Creation of mankind. They didn't know and maybe not even Death had known that to create the world and man that God had supposedly had to betray his only kin; his sister…the sister that was now currently a snotty teenager with a hell of a lot of power and one that was on the loose in the world.
"Y'know, I'm not sure even the Men of Letters lore will have anything on her," he called back over his shoulder as he leaned against a shelf of books in the hopes of regaining his breath after the last vision, a vision that showed him something he'd hoped never to see or even think about again, had left him not only weak but sick to his stomach. Sam also hoped if he distracted Dean that he'd lower his damn voice so it stopped echoing.
"Probably not as God's sister but they still might have something on the Darkness that he locked up." Dean shot another glare at Castiel before shifting to look to where he saw Sam was leaning, a little too heavily for the big brother side of him, on the bookcase. "She's got power enough now that she almost took Crowley down so we seriously do not want or need her 'growing up' anymore. If Metatron doesn't know anything about how to take her down then maybe the lore might hint at someone else who would; someone who maybe kept notes."
"Archangels didn't keep notes and the only ones who might know anything would be two that no one wants to see let loose upon this world again." Castiel spoke up grimly. "Other than God himself, only Michael and Lucifer would know anything of value and…"
"And other than those two probably still hating me and Sam for ruining their whole Apocalypse plans, I really don't think I want to consider how we'd even have a conversation with either since they're still locked inside the damn Cage." Dean shot back while already deciding he'd rather take on Amara solo than have to risk letting either of those guys back out, especially the one who could still be a huge danger to his little brother.
There was a lot of things that Dean Winchester might be willing to risk in order to save the world…again…but no matter what anyone or anything said or did the one thing that was not included in that equation was Sam.
The hunter inside Dean accepted that they were in way over their heads this time. He also accepted the blame for letting the Darkness out in the first place. Dean would not blame Sam regardless of if his younger brother did blame himself because doing reckless things was just part of being them it seemed.
However, Dean knew there were things he should tell Sam that he knew about Amara, things that happened inside that room before it all went to hell but he just wasn't sure how.
Sam wanted to go back to how things were in the beginning. He wanted to go back to helping save people instead of acting first and considering the consequences later. Dean understood that and he supposed his brother had good points. He just wasn't sure if it would be all that simple, especially now.
They had a witch in the wind and Rowena was a wildcard that Dean did not want to think on. They had Crowley ruling Hell and the hunter suspected that now that he'd lost Amara, now that he'd been shown he might not be as all powerful as the little former Crossroads demon had thought he was that the danger from that side of the coin might pick up…especially given that Crowley probably suspected there was more between Dean and Amara than met the eye.
Then there were the unruly featherheads in Heaven to consider that made Dean wish for the damn easier times when they hadn't known about Heaven, Hell or angels and demons because in so many ways the hunter trusted demons more than he did angels and that was scary.
Keeping an eye on Sam, Dean tuned the complaining Angel out to focus on what he knew had happened back at the asylum with Amara, what he'd seen and finally what the hell he should do about any of it.
Dean hadn't fully told Sam about his first meeting with Amara when the Darkness was first let out. He hadn't told him because he wanted to keep it a secret but because a part of him wasn't sure if it had been real. Even when he began to realize that maybe he hadn't imagined it, when it clicked that the baby they'd rescued either had been taken over by the power of Amara to give her a vessel in this world or something else the hunter hadn't revealed to his brother what had been said.
Seeing her in that room, seeing her take out Crowley with barely any effort and realizing with sickening horror that she'd done it at first to protect him or keep him from being killed told Dean that maybe when Amara had said they were bonded, that they would help each other, might be true left Dean confused. It also left him concerned.
At first Dean had decided he hadn't tried to kill her because in form Amara was just a teenage girl and despite everything else that he'd become or that he'd done these past years it was still an issue for Dean to kill kids…even if they might be or become world eating monsters.
It had actually creeped him out a little when she'd touched his face as well as when it started to sink in some of what she was saying but then Dean had other things to worry about because that was when Sam had finally broken in and Amara had turned that power on his brother; that was when something inside him had snapped and Dean had reacted with full intent to hurt her before she could hurt Sam. Not that it worked out well.
He'd seen the brief look of shock reflected on her face a moment before she flicked a hand and sent Dean crashing to the floor. Dean had had a brief second to fear for both of their lives as consciousness wavered before literal darkness came to him.
Dean thought he'd seen Amara pause to look at Sam's prone form and say something but now the hunter wasn't sure and he wasn't quite sure how to ask his brother without opening up a can of worms that he might not be able to close again.
There were a lot of things he and Sam needed to talk about lately that they hadn't but it wasn't like they'd had much time considering things. Now as Dean watched his brother shake his head as if clearing it and noticed how he was favoring one side he decided it might be time to not only handle a couple of those things but also see how bad Sam might be hurt from earlier as well.
"Hey!" he called while giving a 'shut up' glare to Castiel to stop him from continuing to ask questions. "New plan. Forget the lore for tonight. Let's just get some sleep and hit this fresh in the morning…or afternoon or whenever we wake up."
Sam shook off the leftover unease from the vision that had just hit him to smile a little shakily at the unspoken suggestion in what might sound like a simple matter of catching up on sleep. Except he knew his brother and knew by the change in tone what Dean was saying and like always when Dean made the suggestion or hinted at something more than brotherly Sam felt something stir inside him.
"I thought you wanted to find a way to stop Amara?" he asked while starting to turn to see that Dean was already telling Castiel to go away, watch more Jenny Jones but leave them alone at the risk on angel banishment. "Dean…"
"Yeah, I know but now I want something else," Dean smirked with a curve of his lips that offered the slow, sexy smile that Sam had loved to see even before they'd crossed the last line between them years earlier that took them from brothers to something much more. "And I figure once I see how bad you're hurt since I see you're favoring that one arm and shoulder again we'll see about just what else you and I can get into tonight. We'll focus on Amara and stopping her…tomorrow."
Sam winced at the mention of his sore shoulder but knew he shouldn't have been surprised that Dean had caught him favoring it since very little escaped his brother's notice; especially not when the big brother side of Dean came out like Sam was noticing it doing more the past few weeks.
"It's just sore from fighting demons and getting tossed. It'll be fine once I take a shower," Sam replied with a shrug but stepped away from the shelf just as he caught the wicked glint that crossed Dean's face and told him that he might not be showering alone. "Dean, we're not alone here," he decided to remind his brother since normally they didn't do anything except maybe share a bed unless they were alone.
"Cas can get lost on Netflix or something." Dean returned, no longer interested in looking for lore or even the bottle of whiskey on the table as he watched Sam's slowly move away from the books and slightly closer to him. "Besides I'm pretty sure the Angel patrol knows what we've been doing so hearing us have sex shouldn't scar him," he shot a smirk over his shoulder before looking back at his brother. "Besides, he's been watching TV and half that is worse than what we'd do tonight."
Sam blinked and wondered if he'd ever stop feeling like blushing at the intensity in which Dean could look at him at times or the things his brother could say without even thinking too hard. He was about to reply when a sudden buzzing in the back of his skull took him off guard and he had to reach out to grab onto something close to steady himself. "Whoa, okay that was weird."
"Sammy?" Dean had just turned from shooting Castiel a final warning look that told the angel to go lose himself elsewhere in the bunker when he saw Sam's face pale a moment before he stumbled against a nearby chair. "Sam? What's wrong?" he asked and started to move only to feel a sudden wash of power hit him a second before he watched his brother's body drop lifelessly to the floor. "Sammy!"
Sharp stabbing ice cold pain had hit Sam as he'd been trying to focus his eyes on Dean when he heard his brother's deep voice go sharp with worry a moment for everything seemed to go black for the younger Winchester.
"Dean!" Sam thought he might have shouted for his brother but he wasn't sure as he suddenly seemed to be surrounded in thick, almost suffocating darkness. "Dean!"
"Dean can't hear you, Sam. In fact, where we are Dean can't even begin to reach if he could hear you call for him. I wanted this to be between you and me."
As the thick inky blackness began to slowly fade and Sam's vision cleared he quickly began to realize he was in trouble and that was before he found the soft female voice that had spoken. "Amara."
There was no doubt in Sam's mind that the dark haired teenage girl standing a few feet away from him was the same one he'd seen in that room a second before she'd thrown him back with barely a wave of a slender hand.
Amara's true form might be older in time, older than what this current form was which would mean her true power would be different but there was something else, something the hunter couldn't quite place, that he thought he'd sensed in the bedroom a moment before he'd gone flying back out and into the door across the hall.
"You know who I am then," she seemed impressed by that but she also seemed more interested in Sam himself than what he knew about her. "Do you know why I've brought you here, Sam?"
Sam didn't but he'd been taught by the best and knew not to give too much away except it was plain by the coy smile she gave that whoever, whatever this was could read his thoughts. "Since I guess it's not to give the usual bad guy speech about taking over the world, feel free to tell me what you want with me and…where here is," he decided to cut to the chase since while Sam could feel his body a quick attempt to move back or in any direction to put more space between them told him he was trapped by Amara's power.
"Here is the depth of my current power, here is the Darkness or so I hear it's called now. You'd call it a mindscape but since in this form and with this power I can't quite breech that little hole you and Dean retreated to and I wanted a closer look at you I felt bringing your mind here would work for now." Amara's dark eyes looked the hunter over slowly but with an intensity that made Sam feel uncomfortable. "And I don't plan to take over the world. I just plan to…fix it once I've settled some old scores."
That didn't make Sam feel any better. In fact, the simple way she said it made speaking with Lucifer about setting off the Apocalypse more comforting. "Starting with…us?" he wasn't sure if he and Dean were even on this teenager's radar as far as threats given his brother had said she'd gone full power on power with the King of Hell.
"Crowley has power that is impressive to you mortals and maybe his own demons but he's hardly in the sphere of my full power range once I come into it." Amara said only to stop to stare at Sam as if something unexpected had caught her attention. "You're his brother?" she asked, taking several steps closer to peer up into Sam's face. "Dean's your brother?"
Sam considered not answering until a sharp stabbing pain went thru his body and only being held by Amara's power kept him from dropping to his knees. "Yes!" he managed to get out past clenched teeth, gasping as the pain eased back but a look on her face told him this wasn't news she cared for. "This isn't real so why not tell me what you want with me? Or why being Dean's brother matters to ugh!"
"I supposed I shouldn't be surprised that he chose you if you're his brother but there's something more to it than just sharing a biological connection that made Dean snap out of my spell, forget the link that has connected us since I was freed." Amara mused while a wave of power had knocked Sam's head back with a blow hard enough to draw blood from his mouth.
From the moment the door to her bedroom back in the asylum had broken down and she'd seen as well as felt Dean's emotions change Amara had been intrigued by the tall long haired young man who'd entered. It had then shocked her when Dean had tried to attack her after she'd tossed the new arrival out of the room because she hadn't believed the hunter would do that because of the link.
She'd picked up his name from Dean's thoughts earlier along with a much deeper sense of emotion for him than she'd ever felt since returning to the world. Throwing Dean had been a matter of protection as well as teenage anger at being spurned for another or so Amara was coming to realize. She wanted to see Sam up close; she wanted to discover what it was about him that had made Dean react so strongly.
"What…link?" Sam asked tightly while trying to struggle against the increasing strength of the mist that he could now feel wrapping tighter around him, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Since the key to my prison was on your brother's arm, when it was removed and I was freed it somehow linked us." Amara replied with a slow smile as she watched that realization cross the struggling hunter's face. "Like I told Dean that first day we'll always be linked. That's why he couldn't kill me at first I think but it seems I might have under estimated how deep his feelings for you run," she frowned, lips pursing much like a teenager who hadn't gotten her way. "He chose you over me back there. It angered him when I hurt you and he tried to hurt me! I saved him when Crowley was going to kill him and he actually tried to hurt me because I threw you out of my bedroom!"
Sam had been busy splitting his focus between not freaking out over the feel of the dark energy tightening to the point that it started to bring back darker memories of the last time he'd faced even a portion of power like this and realizing Dean hadn't bothered to tell him a hell of a lot of what must have happened when he'd disappeared out of the Impala that day.
He'd always suspected there was more to the story than Dean had said but had been willing to wait for his brother to talk on his own. Sam had just been relieved they'd lived through it and weren't actually fighting every step of the way like they had been in more recent times. He hadn't wanted to risk what he viewed as a fragile peace over what might have been nothing.
Now as he heard Amara talk Sam guessed he should've pushed a little because Dean having any kind of link to her or the Darkness could be bad for them in the long run.
The hunter was just about to try to speak when suddenly another burst of icy agony shot up his body from his legs to his head and he couldn't help the scream of pain that came. It was similar to the burning fire he'd felt in the Cage but this time, this pain, had an icy dark cold feel to it that almost felt like it was digging under his skin and raking over his exposed nerves.
When Sam had first realized where he was or what was happening he'd thought Amara might just want to know more about Dean since he'd had a brief moment to catch some unusual vibes in that room, or about things such as what they knew or even where the hell God might be hiding out since he had a bad hunch that was who she had a score to settle with.
Now as the pain slowly ebbed back to barely tolerable and he could breathe again the tone in which the young girl was speaking sank in and Sam had to fight back his initial response since he guessed that could very easily have his brain fried; which in turn would end up with him dead and he wasn't that eager to see if that Reaper had been correct so he struggled to calm down, to not panic and hope Dean had some idea what might be happening even if he couldn't help him.
"What…what do you want from this, Amara?" he finally was able to ask since getting words out past the still burning pain and the tight constriction around him as the damn power continued to hold him. "What's this really about? Why was seeing me so important?"
"He chose you over me!" Amara snapped back and Sam swore she'd almost stomped her foot like a spoiled child who wasn't getting her way. "He was the first thing I saw upon being freed. We share a bond that's supposed to mean something! I told him that I'd always know where he was and I do but he's not supposed to try to stab me just because I threw you out of the room or would've killed you in a blink or…I could take your soul."
The last threat froze Sam more than even the pain he was in. He could still vividly recall the time without his soul and seeing Len back in Fall River had reminded him of just how uncaring, how cold, how dangerous he'd been during that time. Even the thought of losing his soul, especially to help feed Amara, scared him almost as much as the thought of his most recent visions did.
"Oh, I can't take it here of course. I need to physically touch you to be able to do that but it is something to consider," she tapped her finger against her lips as if mulling the thought over before stepping closer just as a wave of power gave a hard jerk to take Sam to his knees. "There were pieces of Dean's mind that were closed to me before and now I see that those pieces must have been where he hid you."
Amara stared down into Sam's face with a hardness that truly startled the hunter. The hate there was chilling but so was the power Sam could feel when she suddenly grabbed a handful of his thick hair to use it when she yanked his head back.
"I can see in your thoughts that you're brothers. I see that he's your older brother and I can see the things you've done for him and him for you but there's more to it than just. There's more to why he'd be able to break my hold on him for you. What is it?" Amara leaned closer to peer into Sam's eyes, fingers tightening her grip to keep his head still when he tried to jerk it free while catching his face with her other hand. "Tell me!"
"No," Sam gritted, knowing there'd be pain or worse to come but he refused to give what was so clearly a spoiled child anymore information; especially not about that. "You're…supposed to be this ancient and old power and you're…acting like a jealous teenager when her boyfriend looks at another girl. Dean is not your boyfriend, Amara. He's…argh!"
Burning and searing pain shot through Sam's chest just as sharp nails dug into his jaw when Amara's fingers tightened there and in his hair. The hunter could feel the cold dark mist holding him tighter until he feared bones might break but then the feel of fingers of another type began to touch his face and with a sudden sick lurch of his stomach Sam knew what was happening.
"No! Don't! Stay out of my head! Stay out of…" Sam could feel the slick swipe of power touching, digging deeper into his mind as Amara smiled sweetly as his attempts to struggle against the power she had.
"I can't take your soul here but I can dig into it along with your mind to see just what it is that makes you so special to Dean, what it is that made him react so strongly when I hurt you." Amara said while applying more power to the intrusive mental invasion that took her deep into Sam's mind to see things both good and bad that the hunter tried to keep buried against the probing.
Sam could see the memories coming up, he could feel the emotions that went with them and knew he couldn't fight this power. He knew if he did the odds were good any chance he had of coming out of this with his mind intact would be gone but when the nosy teenager began digging deeper, when she began to pull out memories not only of him and Dean but the darker memories that Sam still tried to fight from remembering he fought on instinct until he felt something deep inside his chest crack and the agony this time caused his trapped body to spasm before blackness once again began to pull him under.
As the burning pain increased and more memories were pulled out by Amara all Sam could do was pray that no matter what happened now that Dean stayed safe and he didn't fall victim to this girl or her very clear obsessive desires.
"What the goddamn hell is going on?" Dean Winchester had passed panicked 40 minutes ago when his younger brother collapsed to the library floor only to start convulsing a moment later. "Cas! Either do something or tell me what the hell is happening to him!"
Castiel had been as shocked as Dean when Sam dropped to the floor. At first the angel had suspected it might have something to do with any injuries the younger Winchester had suffered back at the asylum so he'd immediately tried to touch Sam to heal him. The moment he laid his hand on a barely moving chest however he knew Sam's situation was much more serious.
"Sam didn't collapse because of any injuries he sustained earlier. He's being attacked mentally, Dean," he said to the swearing hunter. "The power I can feel is immense. It's unlike any that I've ever felt before. Not even from Michael or Lucifer did I feel this type of energy. Whoever, whatever this is can kill Sam by destroying his mind and…I fear that might be what's happening."
"Damn it!" Dean was on his knees beside Sam like he'd been from the first moment he'd gotten to his brother earlier.
At first, he'd thought that perhaps it had been just exhaustion and injuries since Sam had taken a good couple hits by the soulless babysitter even before they'd gone into the asylum but when Sam's body began to jerk more as if his brother was struggling against something or someone, when his mouth and nose started to bleed and then when he screamed in agony a second before it seemed like his whole body convulsed violently Dean feared it was much more and much worse.
Then he'd felt how cold Sam's body was once he'd gotten him into his arms to try to hold him still in the hopes of either waking Sam up or to keep his brother from cracking his skull open on the hard floor and just that cold as well as something in the air around them that was making every hair on the back of Dean's neck stand up told the hunter not only what was happening but who was doing it.
"It's Amara. It has to be. Somehow she got past the bunker's wards and attacked his mind." Dean was silently kicking himself for not expecting something like this after he'd picked up on her shock at his reaction to her tossing Sam earlier. "How do I get her out of his head before she does serious damage?" he demanded tightly while catching and holding onto a clenching fist in the hopes that maybe some physical contact might help right then.
"What makes you think it's Amara?" Castiel was frowning more as he watched Dean try to keep Sam still when another violent convulsion hit and he could feel the power growing darker even before he inwardly cringed when he sensed one of Sam's ribs crack under some form of invisible power that was attacking him elsewhere. "Dean? You need to tell me what happened back at that place."
"What happened back there is not an issue. Getting me into Sam's head so I can knock that bratty teenager out of it is so tell me how to do that, Cas!" Dean snapped and then blew out a hard breath when the angel merely continued to stare at him. "Fine. She stopped Crowley from killing me and made the stipulation that she wouldn't kill him if he allowed me safe passage out of there."
The angel stared in confusion for another moment while digesting this news. "Why would she do that?" he asked; not understanding a great deal of what this pre-biblical entity was doing much less why but this made no sense to him. "For that matter, why didn't she kill you after she was released?"
Dean scowled for a moment. He did not want to get into this whole spiel right then and especially not with Castiel who still had a bad habit of being a little too dense for everyone's own good. He knew that he had to tell Sam everything that he knew or that had happened in that brief time and would…as soon as he got his brother back.
Right then however it was clear to him that he wasn't going to get the angel to do anything unless he answered him. "She said when I first saw her that we were linked in some way. This time she said that I was the first thing she saw and that she knew I wouldn't be able to kill her," Dean frowned as he considered it more, recalling Amara's words back in the room as well as when he'd first seen her and slowly he began to get an icy feeling. "There's something…not right, Cas."
"There are several things not right, Dean," Castiel returned grimly.
Dean shot him a dark look of frustration. "No, I mean…I don't know what I mean! It's like whenever I'm close to her, when she talks to me…I know what I should do. I knew there that I should try and use the knife but I couldn't…until she threw Sam out of the room and then it was like a switch was thrown. I saw him hit the door across the hall and I reacted," he glanced down while gritting his teeth as Sam's body arched up as if in pain a moment before his brother screamed. "Sam! Damn it, Cas! I need to do something or you need to do something. Amara's got no reason to go after Sam like this!"
"Dean, this power is beyond me." Castiel knelt down to try to help the hunter hold Sam still as it became obvious the attack was getting worse. "He's fighting more now than before. Sam's…she's invading his memories," he paused to consider his choice of words while trying to bypass the power to get a glimpse of what was happening to Sam only to frown more. "She's ripping his mind apart as if peeling a piece of fruit. He's fighting because in doing this she's forcing him to relive both the dark and good things but Sam's trying to keep her from what she wants most and that's…you."
"Sonuvabitch!" Dean had hoped that wasn't the case. He'd hoped he'd misread the girl's words or the way she looked at him earlier when she touched him. "She's looking to see why Sam's important to me. She was confused earlier after I tried to attack her when she threw him. It was then that she tossed me."
"She attacked you, overpowered you as you said after you tried to attack her when she hurt Sam?" Castiel considered this as well as Dean's other comments. "You said before Sam entered that you knew you should attack her but couldn't," he frowned while thinking about the meaning behind this. "This…link Amara said you share could be due to you being the wearer of the Mark of Cain. You were the last one to bear the Mark so in essence you unlocked her prison when it was removed. She might look at you like…oh…this isn't good."
"Yeah, I figured that out when she suddenly decided to rape my little brother's mind!" Dean grabbed Sam's other hand before pressing them both under his own against his brother's heaving chest. "Fine! You can't get in there to help him then get me in!" he snapped.
Dean was fighting both panic and fury right then. Panic at the way Sam was thrashing in his arms as well as the shouts and cries being heard. The fury was at himself for being so stupid to have not seen this coming that moment Amara felt that whatever hold she thought she had on him might be weakened by someone else.
It was also aimed at Castiel for being unable to help Sam but right then as Sam's nose began to bleed and his voice cut off with a choked cry of Dean's name the fury was suddenly aimed at Amara and with that realization Dean knew what had to be done.
"When Gadreel needed Sam convinced to not cross over with Death, he somehow got me into Sammy's head briefly." Dean hated those memories because he still felt the guilt over what that mess had caused but right then he knew he had more important things to focus on as he looked over at a grim faced Castiel. "Get me inside Sam's head or wherever she took his mind," he saw the look of surprise cross the angel's face and knew objection would soon follow.
"She thinks attacking him mentally means I can't help him; that I can't get involved but that's where she's wrong. I can't access Sam's mind by myself…but you can get me in there or you can at least get me thru the damn front door." Dean wrapped one arm around Sam's chest to hold him back against his chest as he sat fully on the library floor while he held one hand tightly to hopefully allow Sam to know he wasn't alone in this.
"I may or may not have some damn link with her because of that stupid damn mark but there's someone else that I know I share a much stronger bond with. This is where she finds out the same damn thing every other asshole does when they touch my brother," he glanced down to see tears on Sam's cheeks and felt a kind of anger that Dean knew he hadn't felt in years. "No one touches what is mine without expecting to piss me off and touching Sam like this has just done that. Get me in there!"
Castiel paused with the intent of warning the man that this act might result in both his and Sam's deaths but the years of knowing both Winchesters, of seeing Dean's temper and knowing that the hunter had gotten into the face of many others in defense of his brother finally had him nodding.
"Your knife won't work on a mental plane, Dean," he warned before reaching out to lightly touch Sam's jerking head and then moved his other hand to touch Dean. "I'd say be careful but…as Bobby Singer said once where Sam is concerned you don't understand the meaning of that word so just try not to anger her more."
Dean wasn't sure that would be in the plan since to get Sam free or at least stop his mind from being torn to pieces like he feared it was then angering a jealous, spoiled teenage demi-God might just be what he'd have to do.
"Hang on, Sammy," he whispered as he felt the light touch of fingers and then there was nothing but a rush of power, ice cold wind and a sound that tore at Dean's heart in a way that he knew nothing and no one else ever could. "Sammy!"
Streaks of memories, flashes of thoughts, of times both good and bad were what Sam Winchester woke back up to. Emotions, sounds, feelings as well as all the memories that went along with every thought that was being pulled from his mind as Amara looked for answers had him struggling to not only break free of her power but to also bury his most private memories.
"No…stop!" he gritted, back arching up as the tendrils of dark energy that surrounded him held him tighter while the teenager's nails dug into his jaw as she used his hair to keep his head still. "I…get…out of my head! I won't let you…take…argh!"
"Crowley couldn't fight me and he's the King of Hell, Sam." Amara easily dug deeper past memories that interested her as she found it amusing that this boy had been supposed to be the vessel for Lucifer and yet had somehow found the strength of will to fight back when her 'nephew' had been so close to… "You fought Lucifer to save Dean," she paused to stare into glassy hazel eyes that were fighting to glare at her but was too dazed from her brutal search. "He controlled you but yet before he could kill your brother you broke his control much like Dean broke free of my spell on him earlier. Why? How? What is the bond you two have that allows you both to do these things for each other."
"M'brother," Sam mumbled. He could feel his will draining though and knew the girl had done something to him, had shattered the damage Castiel had healed from Lucifer's control and feared not only what that might mean but also what she'd see now.
"Yes, I see how much you've idolized Dean as that but there's more to it than a mere sibling bond." Amara reached up and this time brushed her fingers over Sam's sweat soaked forehead and felt him shudder at the same time as tears leaked from the corner of his eyes as a sudden burst of hidden memories were pulled to the surface for her to see. "Let me see what makes you so important to him, Sam. Show me why he chose you over me. Show me…"
Stopping in mid-sentence as these new memories, memories and feelings that she knew Sam had struggled to hide from her finally came loose as his mind could no longer resist her will, Amara had to pause to take in what she was seeing, what she could feel from the young man shaking violently despite being held.
"Well this is…unexpected," she wasn't sure what she'd been expecting really but this wasn't it. Since being freed, since being 'born' to this modern world and catching up on the computer Crowley had given her, Amara had learned a great deal of things but this, what she was seeing from Sam's thoughts, what gave him more power over Dean than she thought she had, clearly hadn't been included.
Dropping her hands to allow Sam's head to fall back she stared at him with both confusion and surprise. "You and Dean…despite being brothers…despite the moral taboo of such acts or however they tell it in that silly book…" Amara paused to take this news in and ponder how she should feel about it. "Your…"
"Mine and that's the only goddamn thing you need to know about Sam…bitch."
TBC
