Pairing: Dean/Sam, Sam/Meg, Sam+Sarah, Dean+Cassie
Genre: Slash, AU, Angst, Het
Note: Unbeta'ed. Written for the "Supernatural Big Bang" LJ. Based loosely on the movie "Pratical Magic".
If I give you my heart - Chapter six
Azazel arched his eyebrow.
"Where did you get that boy? I haven't see that weapon in a long time."
"Does it really matter? Back off from him otherwise I'm gonna use it on you"
Azazel laughed out loud. He dropped on one knee, sliding one bloody finger along Sam's face. The young man was unconscious, trembling slightly.
"Why I would back off from my prize? And you don't have the balls to shoot me, Dean. Don't even try to pretend, I can see right through you."
Dean cocked the gun.
"Don't test me! Get away from my brother!"
"Your brother?" The demon smirked. "Funny, I think you want him to be more than that. Isn't that right?"
Dean widened his eyes.
"What? How…?"
"Like I said, I can see right through you. Kinky, Dean. Does Sammy knows what goes through that perverted head of yours?"
Dean narrowed his eyes and picked some green powder from his bag, blowing it towards the demon, his green eyes flaring gold. Azazel just looked as the green rope-like dust squeezed his arm. His eyes flickered yellow and the dust fell away. Dean took a step back.
"Interesting. What kind of herbs did you use in this, by the way?"
"Basil, rosemary, mallow and rue," said Dean through gritted teeth.
"Oh, you really did your homework huh? And an exorcism spell combined? Impressive." Azazel chuckled. "It's a pity it doesn't work on me."
They were circling each other around Sam's still body, the gun pointed firmly at the demon.
"So it means you are a more powerful demon, eh?" asked Dean. He just had to make Azazel keep talking.
"More powerful than you can imagine, boy. The only thing that can kill me is that gun and you don't have the guts to do it, so I think we have reached an impasse, don't you think?"
"What makes you think I'm not gonna do it?" snarled Dean. They were on each side of Sam. "There's something you should know."
"And what is it?"
"When it comes to my brother, there's nothing I wouldn't do."
Azazel arched his eyebrow. But before he could give any kind of snarky response, Dean pulled the trigger. He just saw Azazel widen his eyes before a burst of light invaded the place. Dean was thrown back by the light and he hit the ground, everything fading to black.
Dean got up slowly, his head throbbing from the impact with the hard floor. He put the Colt back in his waistband and looked around. The place was deadly silent. But that didn't mean it was safe yet. He went to Sam, noting the young man was still unconscious.
"That's not good," muttered Dean, untying him from the ropes, kissing lightly at the reddish marks on his wrists and ankles.
He stood up with Sam, using his powers to help him. Damn, Sam had gotten taller and heavier in those three years. He started walking him slowly towards the exit, passing by the body Azazel had possessed, seeing the round bullet mark on the body's forehead. Yeah, the demon was dead.
They walked slowly out of the church and through the main street until they reached the Impala. Dean put Sam in the back seat and stood up, sliding his hand along the roof of the car.
"Baby, protect him," whispered Dean, his eyes a faint glow in the sunset.
The car seemed to tremble beneath his hand in response. He smiled and got in the driver's seat, quickly turning on the engine and leaving the place. Only when he had reached the main road again did he pick up his cell phone and press speed dial.
"Dean, did you do it?" asked Harriet without saying hello.
"Yes, Aunt." answered the blond, looking at Sam through the rearview mirror. "I shot Azazel. But I'm worried, Sam was unconscious when I arrived and he hasn't woken since. Something's wrong."
"Come home as fast as you can and we will help you, dear."
"Okay, yeah, thanks. Bye." He hung up the phone and pushed the gas harder. He looked one more time at Sam. "Hang in there, little brother."
After almost twenty-two hours of non-stop driving, Dean gave a sigh of relief when he saw the outskirts of his town. He sped up and soon, twenty minutes later, he came to a stop in front of the house. Harriet and Sally came out as soon as they heard the engine of the Impala. Sally was the first to reach the car.
"Oh my God, dear, how is he?"
Dean opened the door and got out, going to the door of the back seat.
"I don't know, but he didn't wake up at all. I tried everything I could, but nothing worked. I'm worried about what that demon has done to him."
"Don't worry darling," said Harriet, arriving. "Let's bring him inside and then we can help him better."
"Okay."
He was tired and he had barely slept in the last twenty four hours, so the three of them were necessary to carry Sam inside the house and to his old bedroom. He barely fit in the bed anymore and that was like a pang to Dean's heart; his brother grew up so much and all those years he was far away from him, almost unprotected.
"God," whispered Dean, finally succumbing to exhaustion, dropping to his knees in front of the bed and resting his head against Sam's chest, hearing the constant heartbeat even if it was a little weak.
"Come on dear, you have to rest," said Sally.
"No, I'm not gonna leave until he wakes up," whispered Dean tiredly, climbing on the narrow bed and sprawling on top of Sam, holding him tight.
"Dean…"
"I got you Sammy." whispered Dean, barely awake and not even aware of the aunts still in the room.
Harriet looked at them and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Come on Sally, let's find something in the book to give Sam, so he can wake up."
Understanding the cue for what it was, Sally followed her sister, closing the door after her, leaving the two brothers alone.
Dean woke up several hours later, sprawled on his back with a blanket of heat half on top of him. He frowned, trying to blink the sleep away. The blanket of heat started moving, and he could feel a wet sensation on his collarbone. A kiss.
That woke up him pretty fast.
"Sam?" There was only one person who could do that.
"Dean…you're here…" whispered Sam, moving and fully straddling Dean, lowering his face until their lips touched.
Dean sighed shakily against those lips, his mind still fuzzy with sleep and exhaustion. His hands automatically gripped Sam's hips, touching the soft skin. It was more tanned than he remembered.
"I want you…" said Sam, still in a low whispers, kissing him deeply, moving against him, smiling when he felt Dean grow hard against him.
Dean groaned into the kiss, squeezing his hips. But, as wonderful as that felt, something was wrong. Kisses with Sam were always full of feeling and power, always leaving electrical shocks on his skin.
This kiss was hollow. Dean opened his eyes, trying to drive away the fuzziness in his brain and sat up, gripping Sam, ending the kiss.
"Sam, wait…" But Sam barely paid attention, he just kissed Dean's jaw, licking at the skin. Dean moaned, but spoke more firmly. "Stop it Sam, now!"
Sam moved closer and licked the lobe of Dean's ear, whispering:
"What's wrong Dean? Don't you want to realize all your perverted dreams with your little brother?"
Dean widened his eyes and pushed Sam away. He gasped when Sam smirked maliciously and he blinked, his eyes turning a sickly shade of yellow.
"Azazel…" hissed Dean. "But…how? I killed you!"
Azazel laughed.
"You were too late. I bound my essence to Sam's, so your bullet merely killed my previous meat suit. Now, where were we?" He moved to straddle Dean thighs. "I was about to ask you to fuck me in my best Sammy act. Do you wanna see?"
"Shut the fuck up!" exclaimed Dean and his eyes flared gold. Sam was thrown up against the wall. "Aunt Harriet, Aunt Sally!"
Dean had barely screamed when they entered the room, each of them carrying a bowl of leaves. Azazel laughed.
"Herbs again, Winchesters? That can't stop me, and your powers can't stop me for long either, Dean."
"Just long enough," said Harriet. She whispered something in Gaelic and the leaves flew through the room, gluing themselves to Sam's body like leeches. Azazel screamed when his skin started burning.
"Aunts! Stop it, you're hurting Sam!" exclaimed Dean, getting up from the bed.
"Not for long, dear," said Sally. She blew her leaves, turning them into dust, which eveloped Azazel. The demon stopped screaming and passed out.
"Fuck," said Dean, passing a hand through his short hair. "I thought I had killed him!"
"I knew something was wrong," said Harriet. "Come on dear, help me carry Sam into the living room. I'll explain it all to you on the way."
"So he said he bound his essence to Sam. Oh dear Lord, that's serious," said Sally as she finished drawing the devil's trap around Sam's body, lying unconscious on the floor of the now empty room.
"We are gonna take him out of Sam, don't worry, Dean," said Harriet, looking at her nephew's worried frown. "But we can't do it alone. Call the coven, we're gonna need help."
Dean just nodded and with a last look at Sam, he left the room.
Luckily, the coven was more than ready to help. They were some of the people from the reunion at the beach and some from other areas. In less than an hour they arrived at the house: Bobby, Jo and Ellen from the Harvelle family, Pamela, Caleb, Andy and his twin brother, Tamara and her husband, and even Ash, who worked at Dean's shop. He didn't have powers like everybody else, but his family came from an old clan of Wiccans from Europe. They all formed a circle around Sam. Sally put some basil entwined with rosemary around Sam to reinforce the devil's trap. Dean just looked at everybody and said he had to get some other stuff to begin the spell. Harriet made everybody hold their hands, closing the circle.
"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I know that each one of you has heard of the Winchester curse." Everybody nodded in agreement. "Well, the truth is, we discovered it was actually a deal with the devil. A deal that made our family suffer for generations. And now this demon is here, inside our nephew. He said he made the deal in exchange for the blood of our family and a child with special powers. So he bonded his essence with that child - Sam."
"Don't worry, Harriet," said Ellen, squeezing her daughter Jo's hand. "We are gonna help you exorcize him."
"Thank you," Sally replied.
Dean came back into the living room and stood between Ash and Bobby.
"You guys can begin, I have a plan."
They all nodded and started chanting the words in Latin. Sam's body trembled as he seemed to wake up. Soon he opened his eyes, but the sickly yellow was still there. Sam smirked, a gesture very unusual on his young face.
"An exorcism? Really? Do you think I would be that stupid? I took my precautions."
Azazel sat on the floor, his body shaking every now and then, due to the chanting. The coven didn't say anything, they just kept whispering. Dean dropped to his knees, looking at the demon.
"We are going to kick you out of Sam's body, then send you back to Hell. Better yet, we'll kill you for good."
Azazel laughed long and hard. Everybody opened their eyes.
"Fool! I bonded my essence to his soul! There's nothing you can do!"
Dean smirked and approached him, without entering the circle. Azazel did the same.
"You're wrong, idiot."
"And why is that, Winchester?"
In a quick gesture Dean caught Sam's left hand. Azazel narrowed his eyes.
"I bonded my soul to Sam's soul long before you came," whispered Dean.
The demon widened his yellow eyes.
"Impossible."
But Dean didn't wait. He picked up the dagger he brought from his room and cut Sam's left hand.
"Your blood." He cut his own hand. "My blood."
He joined their hands.
"Our blood. Forever united as one."
The house started to shake, as if earthquake was taking place. Azazel hissed dangerously.
"You can't get what is mine boy!"
"You're wrong!" Dean entered the circle and the chanting got louder and more frantic. "He was mine already. Now give him back to me!"
Dean hugged Sam and pressed their bodies together, their heartbeats at the same pace. Azazel started to squirm in Sam's body until he screamed, the black smoke pouring out of Sam. Dean stepped back just enough to see his brother coughing, barely holding himself up. The black smoke was floating in the air and everybody looked up, their eyes glowing with power.
It's not over.
The demonic voice echoed in the house like a curse.
"I know," whispered Dean.
Sam tried to shake his head. It felt like he had woken up from a long and dark nightmare. He felt delicate hands holding him.
"Dear?"
Aunt Sally's voice.
"No!"
He looked up at the shout and watched as some black smoke entered Dean's body, possessing him. His brother looked at him.
His brother. Three years had made him even more beautiful. But those eyes were glistening with tears.
"Sammy…" said Dean, his body shaking.
He stood up on wobbly legs. Everybody was looking at Dean cautiously.
"Dear, what are you doing?" asked Harriet.
"What needs to be done. He will soon dominate my body. So…" He looked at Sam one more time. "I promised I would always save you, didn't I?"
Sam took a step forward. But before he could do anything else, Dean took a gun and pointed it at his stomach. And pulled the trigger. The sound echoed loudly. Too loudly.
"Dean, no!"
TBC.
