This is my first Supernatural story, so go easy on me, haha :p
I think this will be a collection of one-shots about Sam and Dean's memories but right now I'm working my way out of a writer's block, so updates aren't as frequent as usual. This chapter is inspired by the episode where Dean hints he's had a bad acid-trip (3.10, Dream a little dream of me).
Warnings: Bad language is a given! Alcohol and drugs will make appearances as well, along with violence (wow, that last one is really a huge surprise!).
As with all my stories this one will involve whump, or discipline/corporal punishment if you will, so if that doesn't float your boat feel free to press the "back"-button. Don't say I didn't warn you...
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own any of the characters or anything Supernatural-related, other than my dvds, and I don't own the cover photo (no copyright infringement intended).
Have fun reading :D
Part 1: Dean's bad acidtrip
Dean gulped down half his beer, making sure to check out the big-breasted waitress' perky posterior as she went by.
"Dayum!" he mumbled appreciatively while raising an eyebrow and sent his brother a sly look.
Sam smiled and shook his head.
"Jesus, Dean! Ease up on the hornyness, man!"
Dean looked mildly offended.
"Bitch!" he said, the usual glint twinkling in his eyes.
"Jerk!" Sam immediately retorted, a small smile gracing his features.
The waitress passed the brothers again and Sam looked at her name tag.
"Laney S. D." he read out loud to no one in particular.
A memory suddenly flashed in his head and he looked at Dean, mischief evident in his eyes.
"LSD!" Sam drawled, "you promised to stay away from that kinda shit, so I guess you won't be doing her tonight!"
At first Dean looked completely lost. Sam sighed and furrowed his brow.
"Come on, man" he continued, "your insane acid-trip when you were 17!"
"Aw, man, that was brutal..." Dean said, rolling his eyes as the memory returned to him.
"Yeah" his brother agreed, "do you remember how it all played out?"
Dean huffed.
"How the hell could I forget, Sammy..."
x-x
… Dean could hear his own ragged breath as he scrambled through the forest. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins and he felt his heart hammering in his chest. He hissed as a pine branch whipped his cheek, drawing blood. What the hell kind of supernatural creature was on his tail?! It was not like something he had ever hunted with Dad, that was for sure!
And then without warning it was standing right in front of him again. Dean stumbled a few steps backwards and a startled grunt escaped his mouth.
"Fuck off, you bitch!" he growled, grasping for his silver knife.
Dean threw the nasty-looking thing in front of him a look. Long and dirty red locks of hair reached its hips, muscular biceps threatened to rip the shirt open, the eyes were large and completely white apart from a tiny blood-red center. The creature tilted its head, the empty eyes focusing right on Dean, and it slowly extended a thick arm towards the confused teen.
"Damn, you are fugly!" Dean panted through gritted teeth and slashed the knife through the air.
It caught the creature on the forearm and a stream of yellow, foul-smelling blood gushed out. An anguished howl left the white-eyed creature and it curled its mouth into a snarl while Dean backed up to avoid getting hit by the stinky blood.
"Better watch out for Sammy, Dean! Wouldn't want anything to happen to your precious brother!"
Dean struggled to understand the deep, guttural sounds that came out of the thing in front of him, but one word stuck with him. Sammy!
Dean felt his heart skip a beat as the creature vanished in a wisp of white smoke. Sammy! How the hell did this motherfucking asshole know anything about his brother?! Dean quickly pushed the thoughts aside and set his course for home. All that mattered now was getting there before the monster got to his brother first!
x-x
Dean rounded the corner and nearly collided with crazy, half-drunk Mrs. Knowles who lived two houses down. She waved a fist in the air, screaming at Dean as he continued down the street.
"You watch where you're going, boy, or I'll warm your backside!"
Dean turned his head to yell an apology but felt his voice catch in his throat. Mrs. Knowles' head had been replaced with that of the disgusting, scary creature and Dean whipped back around, nearly flying down the street. He flung the door to the rented house open, screaming for Sam.
"Sammy! Sammy, dammit, get in here!"
The 13-year-old came running down the stairs, alarmed by the panic in his brothers voice. He stopped on the last step and eyed his brother warily. Something was off! Sweat was trickling down Dean's temples, his eyes darted left and right and he panted wildly. A scratch shone red on his right cheek and his clothes was covered in mud and pine needles. He seemed overly nervous, very far from his usual confident self who always kept his cool.
"Dean, are you okay?"
"No, I'm not fucking okay, Sammy! Something's coming for you. I don't know how it knows about you, but it's been hunting me all the way home, and I think it just took over Mrs. Knowles."
Dean explained himself hastily, while laying down salt lines in front of the doors and windows.
"Why would it know about me? And what would it want with me, anyway?"
"I don't know Sammy, just fucking help me secure the house!" Dean all but shouted.
"Fine" Sam answered quickly, not wanting to further upset his brother.
Sam went to the kitchen and started pouring salt in front of the windows. His brain was working fast to find out what was wrong with Dean. Dad always made sure there were no supernatural creatures in or around whatever town they were staying in, before he left for a hunt. And then some weird creature who knew Sam's name and then possessed Mrs. Knowles was hunting his brother through the forest and half the town? Something was definitely not right.
Dean had left about three hours earlier to go to a party at some guy's house, and hadn't spared Sam the details about his plans to score a nice piece of ass. Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll and all that! And then suddenly he came running through the door, looking like Death himself was on his tail.
Sam rested his head on the wall and sighed as realization washed over him. Careful to make sure he wasn't seen, Sam crept through the rooms collecting whatever weapons he could. Dean was the real threat here!
x-x
Sam had no idea what the hell had possessed Dean to do what he did! Sure, maybe Dad was away on a hunt in the adjacent state and wasn't going to be home until two days later, and sure Dean often went to parties, getting thoroughly wasted, hooking up with hot girls when Dad went on his trips, but to Sam's knowledge Dean had only tried something more "exciting" than alcohol once. And smoking that joint had bought Dean the sorest backside ever!
He had chosen to stand up to eat for the three following days, proclaiming multiple times never to touch weed or anything like it again for the sake of his well-being, and that fact alone had been enough for Sam to promise himself to stay away from drugs all together. If Dad went that crazy when Dean breathed through some herbs, Sam didn't want to imagine what would happen to him, should he venture down that very path!
x-x
And now here they were, Sam hovering protectively over his big brother for the fifth hour in a row to make sure he didn't harm himself! Sam had managed to remove all the weapons from the downstairs rooms, and now Dean was crouching in a corner, sweat still trickling down his temples, a look of utter insanity shining in his eyes.
"Dean!" Sam tried again.
He still got no answer, but felt absolutely certain that his brother had ingested some sort of nasty substance causing hallucinations, most likely acid or shrooms.
"Dean, for fuck's sake, talk to me! Tell me whatever it is you're seeing looks like!"
Dean flinched in his corner, his eyes moving unnaturally fast while he licked his lips. He swallowed hard, trying to focus his gaze on his younger brother.
"Sammy" Dean gasped in a raw voice, "why can't you see them? They're right here!"
"There's nothing here Dean!"
Sam's voice was gentle as he looked at Dean, making sure not to make any rapid movements.
Dean's head whipped to the side as he saw an army of rat-sized black figures running across the room. They surrounded the brothers and bared their venom-dripping fangs.
"Sammy watch out!" Dean screamed while he launched himself forward, wielding his silver knife frantically.
Sam quickly retreated a few steps to get out of range and watched in horror as his brother slashed through the air while hollering at the figments of his imagination. How long before Dean rode out this freaking bad trip? It had been maximum 8 hours since Dean took whatever it was he had taken, and Sam had no idea how long it would be before he had his brother back.
"Dad, where the hell are you, when I need you!" Sam thought angrily.
x-x
Dean had moved back to the corner, this time clutching Sam to him in order to be able to protect his little brother. Sam had tried pulling free when Dean had suddenly grabbed on to him, but to no avail. Four years made a hell of a difference in strength when one was 13 and the other 17!
"Dean, please let me go!" Sam said.
"Sorry, can't do that" came the quick answer.
Dean's voice was cracking and he felt more tired than ever before. But he couldn't fall asleep! Not when that psycho assbutt was out for Sam!
x-x
And then it happened! Dean was nearly drifting off to sleep when suddenly a whooshing sound made him flinch. It was all Sam needed to free himself and he scooted across the floor a few feet away from his brother. His brother who was currently looking at him as if he were the Devil in the flesh!
"No!" Dean screamed furiously as he looked at his brother, who now had Sam's body and the head of the white-eyed, dirty-haired monster.
"Get out of my brother you son of a bitch!" Dean yelled and lifted his knife.
He knew Sam was still in there somewhere, but Dean couldn't think of any other way to try and get the monster to leave. With one harsh push Dean shoved Sam to his back on the floor, and quickly jumped on his chest to effectively pin him down.
"Dean!" Sam begged, his voice desperate, "let go, I'm me, I'm Sam!"
Dean swallowed, something deep inside of him telling him he shouldn't do what he was about to. Dean shook his head and gritted his teeth, and with a swift movement he let the knife sink into the forearm of the boy underneath him. Sam writhed from the pain and tried shaking his brother off of him.
Dean raised the knife again and was about to make another cut, when a deep, growling roar from outside made him freeze. The noise scared the living hell out of Dean and made Sam sigh with relief. Dean felt certain that the noise came from the dirty-haired creature's boss or something like it, but all Sam heard was the sweet, sweet sound of the Impala. Dad!
x-x
John got out of the '67 Chevy with a small smile on his face. The hunt had gone smoothly and he was looking forward to spending some time with his boys.
John looked at his watch and wondered why the light was still on in the house. Both boys should be sound asleep at this hour, he thought to himself, drawing in a deep breath.
A pained scream from inside startled John and made him jump up the front stairs and nearly knock the door down. What he saw inside made him mad with rage and fear.
Sam was lying on the floor, a long bleeding cut on one forearm, and Dean was on top of him looking completely mad.
"What the HELL is going on!" John growled as he tore Dean off Sam, giving him a firm shake so the knife dropped to the floor.
Dean struggled in John's grip, yelling every swear-word in the book as he tried to free himself. Sam moved to sit up, coughing roughly a few times before clutching his hurt arm.
"Sammy are you okay?" John asked, concern lacing his words.
Sam looked at his arm and nodded.
"Yeah, I'll be fine Dad. It's just a superficial wound!"
John looked back at his eldest and shook his head. Pure rage pulsated through him and he inhaled deeply.
"Let go of me, you fucking bastard!" Dean yelped and tried to punch his dad in the face.
John's eyes widened at Dean's words and before he registered his own action, he had raised his hand and slapped Dean hard across the cheek. Sam winced at the loud smack and looked at the red hand print that was forming on his brother's face. Dad had never slapped any of them before!
"I-I think he's ingested something, Dad..." Sam said slowly, looking up at his father who had pushed Dean against the wall to minimize his wiggling.
"What? What the hell has been going on here, Sammy?"
Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times, feeling like a fish out of water. He knew that Dean was in a lifetime of trouble, but keeping the truth from their father probably wouldn't help any of them!
"You better open that mouth of yours, and tell me what you know, boy!"
Sam flinched slightly at his Dad's outburst and cleared his throat.
"I think Dean went to a party..." he nearly whispered while eyeing the floor.
"You think or you know? Sammy!"
"Alright, fine, he went to a party, and I think he... I'm pretty sure he's hallucinating, so I guess he had some-"
"LSD!" John finished Sam's sentence and turned around to look at his first born.
He had never been this angry with Dean before, and these courses of actions were sure to bring the punishment of the century! Scratch that; it would be the punishment of the millenium! But at the moment John didn't trust himself not to hurt Dean severely, and besides, the boy was obviously still caught in a raging trip where nothing could get to him. After the "talk" John had had with Dean the previous year when he had smoked weed, John had been convinced neither of his children would touch drugs again! Apparently LSD didn't fall into that same category according to Dean!
"I'll get Dean to bed, and you do the same, you hear me Sammy?!"
Sam nodded, too tired and worn out to fight his dad on this one.
It took a lot of force and rope, but John finally managed to get Dean into bed in a position where he couldn't hurt himself and wasn't too uncomfortable. John pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down with a great sigh. Why the hell couldn't he ever catch a break?! If it wasn't the supernatural it was his own troublemakers at home! To John's great relief it took a surprisingly short while for Dean to stop the constant swearing and death threats and drift off to sleep, and John went to bed himself after making sure Dean still couldn't strangle or in any other way harm himself by mistake.
x-x
Sam woke up when he heard his brother calling out for him. He sounded completely freaked out and Sam hurried to Dean's room.
"Sammy, untie me! What the hell is going on?"
Sam squinted at his brother and bit his bottom lip.
"You don't remember what happened last night?"
"Not really... a glimpse here and there, but I sure as hell don't remember you tying me to my fucking bed! Now untie me!"
Sam quickly moved to the bed and started undoing the strong rope that was cuffing his brother to the bed. Dean's eyes grew wide as he spotted the gauze on Sam's injured arm. If Sam got hurt when Dean was in charge Dad would tear him a new one!
"What happened to your arm Sammy?" he asked, a nasty glimpse from the previous night flashing for his eyes.
Sam looked at the floor, not particularly wanting to answer that exact question.
"Answer me, dammit!" Dean ordered as he sat up on the bed, rubbing his sore wrists, while Sam untied his legs.
"Well, umm... you kinda slashed me with your knife" Sam mumbled.
Dean's head whipped up.
"Cut the crap and tell me the truth Sammy! Did you leave the house last night? If Dad finds out he'll kill the both of us!"
"I didn't leave and it was you cutting me..."
Dean stood from the bed and suddenly remembered about the creature he saw chasing him. And then he remembered taking that fucking LSD at the party.
The girl had been so freaking hot and she hadn't hesitated to throw the tiny piece of paper into her mouth before she extended another piece to Dean.
"Have you ever had sex while you were high?" she asked seductively.
Dean gulped as her hand cupped him through his jeans, and he threw her a small smile.
"Well after tonight I guess I will have!" he grinned and without further hesitation put the tiny paper in his mouth.
It took a while for the acid to take effect and at first it had been pretty cool. His senses had been sharper, especially the sense of touch. The girl's wet, warm mouth around him had almost gotten him to his climax, and she would no doubt have succeeded if she hadn't suddenly sprouted long red, dreadlocks and scary white-red eyes! Dean had immediately pushed the girl off him and slugged her in the face for good measure. As she raved around on the floor Dean flew out the room and quickly left the house.
With a snap of his fingers Sam brought Dean back from his train of thoughts. Part of him was still pissed at his big brother for what had happened during the night, but mostly he just felt bad for what he knew was in store for Dean.
"I'm so sorry Sammy!" Dean whispered and pulled his brother in for a hug, "I'm so sorry! I could have really hurt you! I could have... I could have killed you!"
"But you didn't" Sam whispered back, his voice muffled by Dean's shirt.
"No! How the hell did you stop me? And get me tied up?"
Sam cleared his throat and was just about to answer when John showed up in the door.
"He didn't!" the tall man said, "I did!"
Sam felt Dean grow tense.
"Dad..." Dean squeaked, feeling all but 10 years old.
"Sammy go to your room!"
"Please Dad" Sam said in a gentle voice, "nothing really bad happened"
"I don't want to tell you again, Sammy!"
The younger teen freed himself from his brother and passed his father with his eyes glued to the floor.
He heard the door slam shut behind him and sighed as he fled to his room. Sam quickly slapped his headphones on his head and turned on his music just as he heard his Dad's voice thunder through the house.
x-x
Dean felt his pulse sky rocket and he backed up as his father approached him.
"Dad, I-I don't know what to say..."
"Then shut up and listen for once!" John growled at his son while he furrowed his brow.
The anger from last night re-erupted in his chest as he eyed the guilty look on Dean's face.
"Correct me if I'm wrong here, but am I right to assume that you went to a party after I specifically told you to stay home, left your 13-year-old brother alone, did drugs that made you hallucinate, scared Sammy and proceeded to slash him with a knife?!"
John's voice grew louder and louder and Dean subconsciously pulled his shoulders upwards.
"Yes, sir... but-"
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING DEAN? CAN'T I TRUST YOU TO LOOK AFTER YOUR BROTHER WHEN I GO ON A HUNT?"
"You can trust me Dad, but I just-"
"NO BUTS! I REALLY DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT! SAMMY COULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY!"
"Dad please..."
John was towering over Dean who had pushed himself up against the wall as his father kept advancing on him. The shouting made Dean feel ashamed and worry about his near future, but when his dad dropped his voice to an almost-whisper Dean felt goosebumps erupt on his arms.
"You knowingly disobeyed a direct order, Dean!" John said.
Dean looked at the floor and sucked in his bottom lip. He was so screwed!
"Bend over the bed!" came the short order.
Dean faltered.
"Dad please! I'm too old for that shit!"
"Can you look me in the eye and tell me you don't have this coming?!"
Dean kept his eyes averted and bit his inner cheek.
"I..."
"As long as you keep acting out like an irresponsible child I'll treat you like one!"
John grabbed Dean by the shirt and flung him over the end of the bed, making him huff in pain as his abdomen hit the wooden frame. Dean inhaled deeply, trying to prepare himself for the impending punishment.
"Drop 'em" John barked as he pulled his belt from the loops.
Dean felt sure his heart had just stopped, and a mix of anger and humiliation washed through him. Before he could stop himself he opened his mouth.
"The hell I will! Dad come on, that's not gonna happen!"
John blinked a few times, not sure he heard his usually quite compliant son refuse a direct order.
"You just bought yourself three more on top of the first 17!"
With those words John quickly unbuttoned Dean's jeans and, none too gently, ripped them down. The tug on the rather tight pants made the boxers underneath slide down as well, and though that hadn't been John's intention he decided to leave them down. Hopefully that would ensure that something like this NEVER happened again!
There was no warm up and John didn't make Dean wait long for the first strike to fall. The belt caught Dean right below the tailbone with a loud THWACK and John narrowed his eyes a bit at the noise. He knew how much this hurt, and the thought of letting 19 more smacks rain down on his first born made him feel awful. Then he thought about what Dean had done, and the next lick fell with even more force than the first one.
By lash number ten Dean couldn't keep stoic any longer and he arched his back at the lash that kissed his upper thighs.
He winced when he heard his father swing his arm again, and his entire body jerked forward as the belt struck an already sore spot on the top of his ass.
"AHH, FUCK!" the teen yelped, "DAD PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"
"Watch your mouth, Dean!" John warned through gritted teeth, "you're halfway there, son."
Dean moaned as the next five strokes worked their way down his already throbbing backside, and he gritted his teeth as he felt John lay his hand on the small of his back.
"The last ones are gonna hurt!"
"Oh and the first 15 were just a fucking walk in the park!" Dean thought, but bit back his sarcastic retort.
Then a blazing trail of fire caught him right where ass met thigh and tears immediately spilled down his cheeks.
"OWW, SHIT!"
John sighed, but decided to let the swearing pass. He could still remember just how much swats to the sit spots stung! John felt Dean's body tremble beneath his hand and knew that his boy was close to sobbing.
The former marine lifted his arm up high and with great force and speed let the remaining smacks fall. Dean lurched forward with each one in an automatic attempt to get away and felt more tears spring from his eyes.
"STOP!" he cried "I'M SO SORRY DAD! I'M SORRY!"
John quickly put his belt back on, and patted his gasping son on the back. Dean heaved for air and felt the knot of guilt in his stomach loosen a bit.
"I'm sorry" he croaked again, wiping the treacherous tears away with the back of his hand, "I'll never do something like that again..."
"All over now, Dean" John said, "everything's forgiven, okay."
Dean couldn't find his voice yet, but nodded as he carefully pulled his boxers up over his crimson, stinging bottom. He stepped out of the jeans and went to get a pair of sweats instead.
"You're grounded for the next month, are we clear?"
"A month!"
John's hand came flying down and caught Dean's sore behind with a tremendous smack that made the teen yelp and jump.
"Aaunh! Yes sir, we're clear..."
Dean nodded frantically and licked his lips.
"Good! And Dean; I hope we don't need to repeat this conversation!"
Dean merely groaned as his dad left the room.
"Breakfast in 20!" John announced on his way out of the room, and Dean closed his eyes thinking of the wooden chairs.
Wouldn't that be peachy...
x-x
...Sam finished his beer and trailed a finger across the thin, nearly invisible scar on his forearm.
"Man, I still hate the word "conversation" to this day!" Dean exclaimed and shook his head.
"Yeah, me too!" Sam added and smiled widely at Laney S. D. as she walked by.
"I feel like sleeping on my stomach just from thinking about that stupid punishment!" Dean groaned and scratched the back of his neck.
Sam raised his eyebrows and smiled at his brother.
"Well, at least you can count your "conversations" with Dad on one hand!"
Dean pondered Sam's announcement for a second and then nodded.
"Yeah, guess I was the perfect son, huh!"
"Jerk!" Sam spat on the verge of laughter.
"Bitch!" Dean shot back, "come on let's get going..."
"Not gonna try to score some LSD?"
"Shut up, Sam!" Dean drawled with a smile and reached out to smack his brother in the back of the head, "no, I guess I learned my lesson about that stuff!"
"Yeah, I bet you did!" Sam thought to himself.
Conversations with John Winchester always seemed to make a long-lasting impression. At least on Dean! Sam had had way too many conversations with his father; more than he cared to admit. But those were other memories, reserved for other nights...
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- Rikke