Resurrection – An spn canon oriented speculation fic.
by: sifi.
A/N – this started as a broad stroke speculation about how season 4 would start. The thread on my home board went something like this:
"How do you think Dean will come back in Season 4?"
to which I eventually responded:
"I don't know... I actually think it would be phenomenal, and of course Jensen would be phenomenal if Sam was able to bring Dean back right there on the dining room floor... so that in OUR world only seconds had passed but in the hell of his mind only Dean knows how long that eternity lasted...
I mean picture it...
Sammy somehow Whammy's Dean back into full possession of his body... but in his mind... part of Dean's psyche is still dangling from chains and hooks... (or worse yet, his psyche represented by his body gets literaly ripped and shredded off the hooks as Sam pulls him back).
He comes back gasping, shaking, swatting at the reality around him as if it's an hallucination. Sam's voice, filled with concern and fear is warped and almost demonic in his hears as he stumbles to his feet, clutching at furniture that dances away, swatting away Sam's well meaning hands that try to lever him up.
He stumbles through the dining room, half falling into things, his whole world off balance as he scrambles away, re-living the last moment he remembers on this plane with the hound tearing him apart.
Nervous, terrified, and grossly uncertain Sam follows him through the house toward the front door, he trips over the corpse of the dead grandmother just as Bobby enters catching him before he can fall. His eyes fix on Bobby's, his expression is visibly terrified as he shoves the man away, scrambling out the door onto the porch where he stands as the sun comes up, light blinding in his eyes, the world a nightmare visage outlined in negative relief.
Sam is ready to grab him if he tries to run, Bobby looks on anxiously. From behind them Ruby comes up, grabs Sam and slams him into the wall, "What did you do!" She demands furiously.
"I brought him back," Sam stammers.
"You stupid idiot! You only brought him PARTWAY back! Part of him is still stuck in there! If you don't fix this he's not gonna be your brother anymore! He's gonna be a vegetable!"
Cut to an interior shot of Dean's tortured psyche, supported now by only two hooks one through his traps, the other through his side, huge chunks of his "Body" have been torn away, SFX as the hooks start to pull in different directions tearing him apart as he screams inside his head.
Cut to the porch: Dean screams in agony, Sam reaches for him but he knocks Sam away, Bobby lunges, Dean smacks him down as well, Ruby moves in, from Dean's POV we are able to see the demon inside the woman. He lashes out in terror getting her off guard as Sam and Bobby are coming back to their senses. Ruby stumbles back ward into them. Dean flees.
The hunt for the Eldest Winchester is on."
Well, that's how this fic began anyway.
I hope you enjoy.
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"Sammy! Sammy help me!" Dean knew he was screaming, he knew the hellhound had done its job, he was 'puppy chow', his soul was on the express elevator to hell, except he wasn't really going anywhere was he? Tearing, searing, rending pain filled him from head to foot tearing his body apart with weight and heat and terror that made any agony he'd felt before pale in comparison. T'sokay though… Sammy's safe, his soul is safe. Don't you give in Sammy, don't you make this all for nothing… "Judas," something said deep inside, Huh? What? He stopped screaming and looked around. He'd expected demons chowing on his entrails here. He didn't expect to be alone. But then again, when he really thought about it, why wouldn't hell be tailored to the person stuck there? "Is ANYBODY THERE?" he screamed wondering how bad it would be to have any of the demons he'd sent back chewing on his insides. Can't be worse than being alone.
"Oh god… oh GOD… what? Sammy would know… What'm I supposed to say?... SOMEBODY HELP ME!" And suddenly the pain didn't seem quite so deep, at least not the pain on the outside.
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What? I'm still here? He stood to his full height just as surprised by his continued life as Lilith was.
"Back!" she tried to pin him to the wall again, but suddenly he didn't quite have the urge to comply. Instead he strode forward and picked up Ruby's blade from the floor. Pure and genuine bliss burst to life through him with the thought of killing the bitch who stole his brother.
Wait! NOooooOOOOO! Son of a BITCH! his insides screamed as the demon fled Ruby's body, Run bitch run… there's NO WHERE you can hide where I won't find you! There's no ONE you can hide IN where I won't kill you!
Dean! Frightened, disbelieving, he lowered himself to the floor, Please no… he blinked but his big brother remained still.
No, No no please… Dean… if his voice was echoing the words, he couldn't be sure for the sound of the screaming in his head. Layers that slashed at him, I let him down, I failed; "Sammy! Help me!"; "It's your fault! You let your brother down Sam! You could have saved him! Put that evil in ya to good use! You never WERE up to snuff boy!"; Dean, I'm sorry, I was… I didn't want… I tried to do what you wanted… oh God what have I done?
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"Sam you can't do this!"
The youngest Winchester cast a glance at the host, sending her stumbling back into the wall without lifting a finger, "Either help me or get out."
"You don't know what this can do to him… please…" she came forward and grasped him by the jacket, forcing him to see something besides his dead brother's body, "If you try to yank him back… there's no telling what kind of damage you're going to do to his soul."
"I can't leave him there," he ground through clenched teeth.
"You don't have a choice! There's a process involved here Sam! Do you think he'd want this for you? Look at what you're becoming! Look at what you've already done!" she screamed motioning to the patchwork of flesh that used to be a man, sitting in a cage in the corner. "Do you think Dean would EVER want this!"
"Don't you dare…" he snarled grasping her by the jacket, carrying her across the room bodily to slam her into the cinderblock wall, "Don't you EVER think you have a right to tell me what he would or wouldn't want, or what I should or shouldn't do…" he slammed her against the wall once more to accentuate his point, "now you can either go find that bitch and tell me where she is…" he took a shaky breath, "… or just get out," then let her down and broke the cardinal Winchester rule. He turned his back on her. If Lilith couldn't kill him, no way Ruby could, not even with a demon killing pig sticker. It's almost a shame.
With a deep frown creasing her brows Ruby glanced at the once-upon-a-man in the cage. Even she was repulsed as he reached for her between the bars.
"Hey girlie…" his southern drawl called softly, "Do an old man a favor… I'm not gonna hurt nobody…"
Sam barely glanced over his shoulder at Doc Benson, "Will your head still talk if there's no body attached to it?" he asked effectively quieting the… man.
"Sam," she breathed at the base of the stairs, watching as he shook his head. Case closed. She thought leaving the broken chosen one in just another kind of tomb.
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"It's always the last place y'look…isn't it?" Bobby's voice was smirking as he stepped out of the tree line in front of Ruby.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she tried to deny. Her allegiance after all was to Sam, yeah which means also taking DEAN into consideration which means taking this… one into consideration… just don't make me kill you. I don't think Dean or Sam would appreciate it right now.
"Don't lie t'me girl… I've known that boy…"
"You don't know him any MORE…" she spat angrily, wondering how it had all come to this. What she wouldn't give to turn back the clock, as long as he kills Lilith… that's all that really matters to me. "What he IS? What he's BECOMING!" she shook her head.
Bobby squinted against a sudden acceleration of his heartbeat, "You're scared."
"You're damned RIGHT I am! He's on a slow burn right now…" her eyes fled to the cabin door as Sam's lanky figure filled the yellow rectangle.
"Don't you have a job to do?" he reminded softly before stepping down the porch and meeting them in the foreyard.
Ruby scowled briefly before moving into the shadows to disappear.
"Hey Bobby," Sam greeted feeling a spin of dejavous, you're not the trickster in a bobby suit are you? He wondered but only dared crack a smile at his own joke. I thought those six months were bad… this is so much worse… I can't live like this, not when its' my fault for being too afraid to act. WHAT GOOD IS MY HUMANITY IF IT COULDN'T SAVE MY BROTHER! his pain screamed.
Bobby's warm hand clasped him at the neck, "What're you doing here boy?" he asked almost choking on the question.
"If you didn't already have an idea you wouldn't be here," Sam spoke softly, "I need to get him out of there …" his breath seemed to stop in his throat, "I feel him screaming…" he looked around quickly then tapped the side of his head, "In here…" then his chest, "And here…" he shook his head dropping his hands onto the older man's shoulders, "He's SCREAMING for me! He WANTS to be saved Bobby, I have to get him back… his body is ready, it's functioning…" Sam nodded with wide eyes.
"What?" the old hunter asked squinting, "What the hell have you done boy?"
"It's SCIENCE Bobby… his heart is beating, his blood is circulating… but there's nobody home…I need to bring him home…" he half gasped as the tears finally spilled free.
"How?" He asked not quite sure if he believed it just yet.
"I just need the right ritual to put him back Bobby, to pull him up from the pit and give him a chance to get back into his body… he should snap right back in there once he's free right? I mean all the lore about the righteous soul held unjustly…"
"Where the hell do you get the idea his soul is all that righteous? He SOLD IT Sam! He SOLD his soul! Is THAT the act of a righteous man?! Don't you understand what DAMNATION IS?!" he yelled recalling a time just over a year ago when he confronted Dean about the deal he'd made for Sam. How bereft he'd felt knowing that this boy who'd once had a clean and untainted-where-it-mattered soul had SOLD It! Bargained it away… but still a little voice whispered in the back of his mind, could it really be? I can't let him get his hopes up.
Sam's eyes lit up and he half smiled, "Nah… there's a loophole Bobby! He sold it to SAVE another, THAT IS an act of a righteous man! I mean if you wanna get biblical about it how much closer to righteous IS there than to sacrifice one's self for the sake of another?! Isn't Jesus himself pretty much the FIRST precedent?" He argued.
"Your brother was a little more Holy Moly than Holy of Holies…" Bobby scowled.
"Doesn't matter… Believe me if anyone knows…" he stopped, smiled and shook his head, "point is… it was the ultimate self sacrifice… and I'm not talking about doing anything here that's going to jeopardize MY soul or make his sacrifice worthless," he paced before the older man, his hands fisted into his hair, "There's a lot of rituals out there to set bound spirits free that aren't DARK spellwork… we just need the right one."
"And if he doesn't come back? If it doesn't work? Or worse yet, what if he brings something BACK with him?" Bobby challenged definitely understanding the young hunters' point of view. He's right… we COULD do this… he should snap right back in there once he's set free…
Sam stopped and spun to face him, "Then we do what he would want us to and make sure he's at peace."
I can't believe I'm gonna go along with this… "You sure you could do that?" He asked.
Sam shook his head, "No. But you could, and I wouldn't stop you."
"What'd you send Ruby off to do?" He asked scowling.
"Find Lilith," Sam nodded, "No matter what happens here, I'm going to kill her."
The older hunter nodded, "Yeah."
"So are we gonna do this?" Sam asked, "Will you help me?"
Slowly Bobby nodded, "Long as you understand that if he can't get back we take care of business the right way. I won't have that boy wandering around in torment… whole freakin' life was enough o'that anyway with your dad… not t'speak ill of the dead," he grumbled.
Sam swallowed hard and nodded, holding his hand out to the man they both saw as more of a father figure than John had been, a man he and Dean had loved just as much, "You have my word Bobby."
With a curt nod toward his charger sitting just inside the tree line, "I got a few books in the trunk might help us… c'mon," he led the way with Johns youngest at his side and the stirrings of hope fluttering in his belly. Maybe… just maybe…
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A/N – I know there's a bazillion speculation fics being written right now… if y'all want me to stop or not bother… please let me know… if you've already had your fill and don't want to read any more of 'em.. please let me know…
Course if you DO want me to go on… please let me know.
(For those of you reading it… I AM also still working on High Noon and hope to have chapter 9 up by this coming Sunday. Thank you for your patience.)
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