Guardian Angel
By: Incinera
Disclaimer: Let me check…nope, still not mine.
It hurts.
He screams at first, calls for Sammy, for Dad, for someone to make the pain stop, to make it stop.
But no one comes to save him and soon his voice is as broken as his body. Soon he can only moan and whimper as hellfire burns him and demons tear their marks into his body.
At first he wonders if Sammy is alright, prays Sammy is safe. But slowly that begins to stop.
He begins to forget blue skies, black paint and silver chrome. Begins to forget the feel of the guns in his hands, the threat of the knife in his hand. Forgets frizzy black hair, a grizzled beard, a tall protective form.
He forgets, and he changes. He starts to fight back, to stop the pain, to find an escape from that place. He fights, and he claws, and he forces his way out.
For a long time afterward, he is incorporeal. He floats about aimlessly, with a vague question in his mind: where is Sammy? He wonders who Sammy is, who he is.
Then one day, as he slips through a park, he sees a little boy fall out of a tree. The boy's neck snaps and he clings to life for a moment after the fall.
The moment is all that is needed and the next thing he knows he is in the child, that the boy's body is his body. He feels the little boy's mind touch his and reigns in the impulse to tear it apart. He learns the boy's name is Jason and he has lived with his abusive father since his mother's death.
He stands Jason's body up, sets his neck, and heads to Jason's home, where he proceeds to return every punishment Jason has ever suffered as well as some new ones he learned in that place.
As Mr. Devon screams, Jason laughs in his mind and asks what his name is, and if he can stay.
Without thinking he says Dean and promises never to leave.