Title: Metaphysical Doors
Rating: M/MA - Strong Cuss words, torture, violence, and suggestive adult themes
Summary/Prompt: Setting is AU after Episode All Dogs Go To Heaven. Sam has admitted exactly what Dean didn't want to hear. This wasn't really his brother, oh it was his brothers body, but without his soul, Sam is just a reanimated body and nothing of his brother resides there anymore. How much more can Dean take? Where does he go from here?
Warnings/Spoilers: This story takes place in the current Season 6 atmosphere that being said some spoilery goes on here but I use that term loosely.
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A/N: After watching this latest episode I thought to myself wow, Sam's character is really pushing Dean's love to brink. How does Dean keep from breaking? Is he doing this out of love or is he running on pure instinct? Is this more about saving his brother or himself now?
A/N: What is Metaphysics? The word "metaphysics" derives from the Greek words μετά (metá) ("beyond" or "after") and φυσικά (physiká) ("physics"). There is some debate among scholars as to how to apply this definition to any actual study and that popular uses of this definition today i.e. Metaphysical Healing and so on are to some incorrect as far as applying the term "Metaphysical". I am using the term because it fits my story line, I am not arguing Metaphysics, nor am I applying this in any professional form. I am simply writing fiction.
Please review and give feedback this is my 3rd fanfic for this site and I'm very excited to hear back on any criticism or advice or just comments in general. Thank you! RivikaStyx
I do not own Supernatural, the Winchesters, Castiel, Bobby or any another "cast member" from the TV Show that may creep in to my stories from time to time, but if I did I'd give them cookies every day!
**Spoiler Alert - I use that term loosely though**
Dean sat at the picnic table for a long while after Sam had walked away thinking over their conversation.
He cares for no one, not even me. He's killed innocent people all in the name of the hunt. He feels nothing. He agrees it's time to stop playing "I am Sam". Why am I here? What is really keeping me here? Oh god, I need help.
He looked at Sam who was leaning against the Impala fiddling with his cell phone and casting looks at Dean. He could tell by his body language that he was ready to leave but didn't want to approach him, and Dean knew that wouldn't last long. Picking his cell phone out of his pocket Dean dialed Bobby's number.
"Hey Bobby, I need some advice, you got a second." Sam, hearing Bobby's name came back to the table, sat, and stared at Dean.
"What d'ya got for me?" Bobby asked.
"Nothing, actually. I need to know something but I just can't figure out what. Sam admits he's not my brother. He can't feel anything, he doesn't give a shit about anyone or anything, even me. He's not Sam." Dean straight into Sam's eyes when repeated all that to Bobby and not a single emotion played on Sam's face.
"Dean ... " Dean sighed.
"We just had this out Bobby. He told me he's tired of playing at being "Sam, Dean's brother" and it's time he gave it to me straight." Dean held the phone away from his ear as Bobby began yelling and cursing on the other line. Dean was weary, heartsick over the circumstances, and let the phone drop to the table. Sam picked it up.
"Bobby," Sam said, and Bobby stopped, "it's all true what he just said. I suppose it's hard for Dean to hear it. I suppose it's hard for you to hear it as well. And, I suppose Sam would have been apologizing or have something more to say, but I don't. I won't even pretend anymore that I wished that I had more to say because frankly I don't know how much longer I can be around Dean and lie about even that." Dean looked back at Sam, and glared at him hard before looking away again. "What I do know, what I have thought long and hard about, is that I have Sam's memories but none of his "issues" no "complications" essentially none of Sam's previous emotions or problems are holding me back. And exploring Sam's previous actions with mine now I can see the problem, I just don't give a shit." Dean whipped around, anger plainly written on his face, fury rolling off him in waves.
"You dick!" Dean yelled. Sam shrugged.
"It's true, isn't it Dean. That's the problem with me, I don't give a shit about you, or anyone else. And that's what's wrong, what you want to fix." Dean realized Sam was right. Maybe it was just about Dean wanting to fix Sam, instinct from years of doing just that, protecting and fixing, because that's what Dean did. He took the phone from Sam.
"Is that it Bobby? I'm just wanting to fix Sam for myself?" Dean asked, his pain filled eyes on the face of the one person he'd died so many times for.
"Dean, I don't know." Bobby whispered brokenly into the phone. "I think you boys should come here, figure this out." This is going to end ugly if I can't get them here where I can help.
"Did you hear me boy, I said you get in that car right now and come to me. We'll work this out, figure out how to fix this, something, but right now you and Sam are going down a road that only ends one way Dean, and if I have bury you two boys again you'd better damn well stay dead because I won't go through this shit again. Now get your asses here, double time!" Bobby yelled and hung up the phone, all the while knowing it would be a 50/50 chance if he ever saw the Impala pull into his drive again.