Disclaimer: Everything that seems familiar doesn't belong to me. The storyline is only half mine (all the Sam parts belong to a friend)
Title: It's All for You
Chapter: One!
Setting: During Season 4.
Pairings: Dean/Sam (in later chapters)
Summary: When Lilith finds a way to create Hell on Earth through Dean--literally--will Sam be able to save him? And will Dean be able to save Sam from what he's to become?
Author's Note: This story isn't a solo effort, I'm happy to say. See, what's going on is my friend and I have a Supernatural roleplay going on on MySpace. She plays Sam and I play Dean. So this story is going to be how our roleplay turns out. So, basically, all the 'Dean's POV' stuff is written by me. All the 'Sam's POV' stuff is written by her. Yeah. :)
Authro's Note Number Two: The whole 'Batman' and 'Robin' thing you're going to see in Sam's POV? Well, you remember the episode with the Rabbit's foot in Season 3? And when Dean had it, he totally took out those two guys in the motel room? He said "I'm Batman." And Sam said "Yeah... You're Batman." Well, my friend and I like to have fun with that. So basically our Dean and Sam have taken up the nicknames Batman and Robin... Because if Dean's Batman, Sam is SO his Robin... If you don't get it... don't worry... It's kind of an inside joke. ;)
------------- Dean's POV -------------
Dean looked down at the book in his hand, sighing. His father's journal, of course. He had been looking up things and researching for about two hours now. He wasn't sure where Sam was—at the library was his best guess. Sam had said something before he left, but Dean was too caught up in his own worries to really catch it. So he had simply threw out a 'Yeah, okay' before he heard his brother exit the hotel room. It wasn't too long after before he started pulling up every website and looking through every page of every possible book around for clues.
See, Dean was on a mission. To find out exact what was following him around. He knew something was, he wasn't a complete moron. And no, Sam had no idea about it. Why worry his brother? Dean didn't think he was in any immediate danger, so he saw no reason to give Sam a reason to get his panties all in a bunch. Besides, he was Dean Winchester, damnit. If something was following him or after him or whatever, then he could handle it. He always used to go on hunts by himself, look after himself, study up on stuff by himself. This was no different. Then again… he had Sammy now, didn't he?
That was one of the only bad things about having his brother around all the time. Dean had to admit, he enjoyed it… more than he really wanted to even admit to himself. But having his baby brother around fulltime, his best friend, had its benefits. Sam was a pain, an annoying little asshole sometimes, but he was still Dean's little brother. And at least with Sam around, Dean knew that Sam would always be okay, because Dean would make sure of it. But when Dean wanted to do something on his own, like handle a low-threat ghost… or figure out what wanted him… Sam was always around. Which caused worry. Which caused Sam to act like a mother hen. Dean didn't need a mother hen… he could take care of himself.
Sighing once again, Dean set the journal down on the bed next to him. He had to be careful how long he was studying. If Sam came in and saw Dean flipping through the journal, he would know that something was up. Then again, Dean could always come up with some lame ass lie, saying he just wanted to be better acquainted with the demons and whatnot that their dad had written about. Yeah, and how many times did Sam actually believe that? Plus the fact that Dean wasn't the greatest liar out there…
Maybe Dean was just being paranoid. Yeah, that was it. All those bad feelings he had experience, all those moments when he got a chill that just wouldn't go away, all those times that he felt like someone was watching him when he was the only one around… they weren't real. Honestly, what would be after him? Oh wait. He was Dean Winchester. Everything was after him. But what was it this time? Nothing. Of course not. He was just being crazy.
Then again, Dean had been going crazy a lot lately. Ever since he had gotten out of Hell, certain feelings had risen; feelings he had previously thought that he had tucked away quite nicely. So what was the issue now? Oh yeah, that's right. While he had been down in the fiery pit of doom, demons had taunted him about his not-so-brotherly feelings for Sam. It wasn't like Dean could help it, really. As soon as Sam had hit puberty… he had these muscles, and that face, and that god amazing body… Shaking his head, Dean grabbed the journal again and started flipping through it. He had to get his mind off of Sam. Why couldn't he just forget about all that like he had before? It was wrong. Nodding, Dean repeated that sentence to himself. "It's wrong, Dean, just remember that," he said, biting his bottom lip. But if it was so wrong, then why couldn't he get the thought of Sam out of his head?
------------- Sam's POV -------------
Closing the car door, Sam let out a heavy breath, letting his head fall back against the headrest hard. It had been stupidity on his behalf, leaving his older brother to meet up with the one person who could get him into a world of trouble. But he'd needed answers, and Ruby – however vague she could be at times – had been able to give them. Her words hadn't been reassuring, in any way, and had left him with more questions. How? What could be that powerful? Slamming his head back again, he closed his eyes, forcing his breathing to steady. Somehow, he'd have to tell Dean what he found out – but that would mean admitting where he'd been. No way in hell would he have been allowed to go out if he'd told his brother what he was doing.
It had only been a while since he'd been given his brother back – something he'd been so sure was a trick, at first. It was just too impossible, that the person he'd needed the most in the world was taken, and simply handed back. Nothing in their screwed-up lives came easy, and he'd thought it another thing on the list. But nothing bad had happened, in that context. Hell, he'd faced death by Dean's side, but nothing had broken them this time. He didn't plan to let that change.
Opening his eyes to search through his pocket, Sam frowned, flipping his phone open, and searching through the contact list. Staring at his brother's number for a long moment, he couldn't help but smile slightly – sometime ago, Dean had mysteriously changed from Dean to Batman, and it wasn't hard to figure out who'd done it. A search through his brother's phone had proved he'd gone from Sammy to Bitch and currently to Robin. Once he might have been pissed off, but now he couldn't care less. It was just another thing proving Dean was alive.
Staring at the object in his hands for a few more moments, Sam cursed softly, closing it, and all but throwing it onto the seat beside him. Eventually, he'd have to pass on what he'd learnt – Dean and his angel friends needed to know. If they didn't already. His jaw tense, the youngest Winchester glanced in the rearview mirror before reversing the Impala. His brother would be pissed if anything happened to it – some things never changed. Immediately, the roar of a guitar filled the silence of the car, and Sam frowned. Some things really never change. The only music not forbidden in the Impala was practically outdated, however much Dean insisted it would never go out. He'd always been determined that way.
Ruby's words continued to play through his mind, filled with nervousness. She'd been reluctant to tell him, but in her opinion, it might help her case with the higher authority – the angels wouldn't hesitate to kill her. "Sam…something big is coming. We all know that. Here's the thing – Lilith found a way. She's planning something big, with the Seals. And, word on the street? She knows how to break them all at once. You and your brother need to move fast, or all hell will literally break free."
He wouldn't let that happen.
Dean had already been through hell, and Sam knew it. Since his brother's return, things had been…different between them. They kept secrets from each other, they argued, but ironically, it all seemed to just make Sam idolize him even more. After everything he'd been through, Dean hadn't changed at all. He was still the same smartass he'd always known – but in all honesty, he wouldn't want it any other way. Well, except for… Forcing himself away from that train of thought, Sam shook his head, tightening his grip on the wheel. He's your damn brother. Don't go there.
------------- Dean's POV -------------
It would be a lie to say that Dean wasn't unpleasantly surprised at what had happened next. He had been just getting off his bed, to look out the window, when he had seen the Impala pulling into the motel parking lot. But, of course, that wasn't the weird part. Actually, Dean was glad that Sam was finally arriving back; he had been starting to get worried. But what scared Dean was when the Impala suddenly stopped moving, along with everything else outside. None of the cars moved, none of the people walked, none of the birds flew. It was like time had just suddenly stopped. And what was the reason for this? Well, Dean wasn't sure. That is, until he heard a voice behind him. "Dean, you and Sam need to get out of this town as fast as possible."
"Castiel," Dean said, turning from his spot at the window slowly. The angel had a grave look upon his face—as usual—and it was all Dean could to not roll his eyes. Whenever this guy showed up, it was about some impending danger or them having to talk about the fate of humanity. Why couldn't the guy just stop by for a quick 'Hey, what's up?' or something? They could shoot some pool or go play some darts. Why did everything have to be so doom and gloom with this guy? Weren't angels supposed to be, like, heavenly or whatever? Seriously, when someone brought down Dean's day, then they had a serious problem.
"There's a great evil coming to this town, Dean. Someone that not even you and your brother can take care of. Not yet." Castiel looked out the window, down at the Impala. "Soon it will be time. Soon Sam will be able to defeat him. But not yet. He hasn't learned how to manage it just yet." Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, about to say something, but Castiel cut him off. "I know what you're thinking. You've been in this town for a week but have yet to run into this guy. But that doesn't mean he's not coming." The angel took a step towards Dean, who just raised an eyebrow. "You've felt something following you, Dean. Have you not? They want you, Dean. They need you."
Dean walked past Castiel and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms once again. Castiel's eyes followed him the whole time. Okay, it would be an understatement to say that Dean was just plain old sick of this guy always following him around, watching him, warning him of death and destruction. As if Dean didn't have enough to worry about at the moment. But this freaking angel just wanted to make things more complicated? Why couldn't life be how it was before? Sure, it wasn't easy, but at least Dean didn't have his very own emo stalker angel. "Who needs me? And what do you mean Sam hasn't learned how to defeat them yet? Why would he be able to defeat them and I wouldn't be able to?" Castiel gave Dean a look, and Dean gave him an odd look. He wasn't talking about… was he? "Unless you mean he needs to use his psychic crap. Which you and your boss have banned, by the way."
Things are more complicated then they were before, Dean," Castiel said softly, before walking over to the window, looking down at the Impala once more. "Lilith has figured out how to break all the seals at once. She's figured out how to rise Lucifer from Hell. And all she needs is you, Dean." He turned back to the Winchester, his eyes worrisome. "Your soul is marked, Dean. You were pulled from Hell, but not before Lucifer himself was able to stain you. The way he did it, how he went about it… When he is returned from hell, he needs a body. But not just any body. If he wants to rise to his full potential, he needs a marked soul to overtake. Like yours."
Raising his eyebrows, Dean stared at Castiel. Wait. So Lilith wants to raise Lucifer from Hell and force Mr. Big Bad into his body? Well, that kind of sucked. "And Sam has to defeat him? How's he going to do that, exactly?" Castiel sighed, and glanced back to the Impala. "He'll know when the time is right. But Dean…" He looked once more at Dean. "He's the only one who can save you… And when he does, you're the only one who can save him. If you can't… then we'll have to take extreme measures." Castiel walked over to Dean, looking him in the eye. "You must save your brother. No matter what it takes… God doesn't judge, remember that, Dean. Now go. The time is not right. You and Sam must leave this town."
"Wait, what the hell does that me—" Before Dean knew it, Castiel was gone, and the scene outside was once again living. He furrowed his brow in confusion. What the hell? He had to save Sam? Why in the world would he need to save him if Sam had saved him? And why would Sam have to save him? Did that mean Lucifer would actually overtake his body? God, he hoped not. But he did realize that he needed to leave. Him and Sam both. So, in a matter of minutes, Dean had all of their belongings packed up, before he ran downstairs, just as Sam was climbing out of the Impala. "Let's go, Sasquatch. We're burning day light." Dean threw the stuff in the car before grabbing the keys from Sam and climbing into the front seat.