Metallica The Unforgiven II (edited slightly)
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make your demons run
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralysis
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through john at door
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you...
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
He loves me not, he loves me still, but he'll never love again
He lays beside me, But he'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, he'll be there when I'm gone
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are you're eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you...
I take this key (never free...)
And I bury it (never me...) in you
Because you're unforgiven too...
Never free...
Never me...
A:N: Okay… I've taken a few liberties with the shapeshifter… it can shift without the 'puke inducing' piles of flesh… Easier for me : D There will be abuse and probably Wincest and therefore violence. I haven't seen the whole series yet, only the first few episodes so I don't know what's original and what's not, but this is pretty much AU I suppose… Sorry for shortness, but call it a prologue if you like.
Unforgiven
He never knew. He can't forgive himself, because he never knew. It fell to some lowly, unimportant demon to inform him of his blindness. Of the things he had refused to see.
"Sammy… talk to me." The plea went unanswered. The hazel eyes wouldn't even meet his own.
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Dean would kill for his brother. Had. Too many times to count, he'd been the hero, rushing in with no thought for his own safety. Their entire childhood, demons had seen the younger brother as some kind of bait. They were right of course. It always bought the older Winchesters running… to their detriment. Because kidnapping the youngest hunter only ever served to royally piss off the older brother. He'd killed and exorcised and salted and set fire to so many demons. But he'd never even seen the largest threat.
The evil chuckle had reverberated around the dank, cavernous room as Dean lay sprawled and tied to a drain. "There's so much you don't know."
"Well I never claimed to be a nuclear physicist."
The shapeshifter had wanted to try out Sam's body too. Check he was getting the strongest, fasted model, Dean presumed. He wondered, in a detached fashion, if he'd be able to tell the difference between the shifter and the real Sam if it weren't for the burning hatred in the demon's borrowed eyes. When he was little, the brunette's eyes had sparkled, but the sparkle had dulled to blankness by the time puberty set in. The elder had never thought to ask why... They'd never held that kind of hatred though. Never.
Everything else was perfect. The full pink lips and long dark eyelashes. High cheekbones and lanky height. The thin, almost skinny frame, lightly muscled, lightly tanned. Layers of shirts, and big jeans, only the skin of hands and face on display to the world.
"Everything's always a joke with you, isn't it?" Dean flinched. Now that was his Sammy. The tone, the irritated stance, the recycled words. "Although," A smile stretched across the imitation. Dean couldn't begin to understand how the smile that was so comforting from his brother seemed so cruel on the same face. "It is rather funny, I suppose. All that time and you never had a fucking clue." Sammy never swore. At least, he'd never sworn in front of his big brother. "Couldn't see. Couldn't hear. Such a good little soldier." The blond wish desperately that the shifter would stop dipping into his brother's memories. That one was painful. His twelve year old brother bitterly mocking him for his blind obedience to their father. "Yes. Daddy dearest."
Dean's head snapped up. It wasn't a mind reader… was it? No… His training reassured him that shapeshifters merely had access to their host body's memories. It just knew the connection of the insult to John Winchester. Dean mentally chuckled. It probably knew that any friction that ever existed between the brothers was down to John. He had always been the only person, monster or thing that could come between the brothers.
"Stop! Please stop!"
The voice speared through his guts. His eyes barely had time to register the image of his brother, seven or eight year's old, split lip and baggy hand-me-down clothes, before the shifter morphed back to law-student-Sam. In his younger years, Dean's nightmares had featured the screaming, begging voice of his little brother, a side effect of their violent extra-curricular activities. But never, in any demonic situation, had his baby sounded so terrified, so hopeless.
"He needed you Dean." The not-Sam crouched in front of him, eyes wide with unushed tears, lip quivering slightly. "I needed you."
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