newborn hope, unjaded - SN fic - PG13
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tigriswolfTitle: newborn hope, unjaded
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “Wait” by Sarah Mclachlan.
Warnings: AU in a major way
Pairings: mostly gen, with a hint of underaged non-con slash
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 400
Point of view: third
Dedication: Katerina17, for letting me play with her story “Tendrils”
Prompt: In a different world, Dean is killed by a wendigo when he's seventeen and Sam leads a demon army ten years later.
Notes: yes, the names are intentional.
It wasn’t Dean’s first hunt, or even his tenth. He’d gone on plenty of hunts with Dad, each more dangerous than the one before. This was just another, in a long line.
It was also his last.
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John never forgave himself, and doubted Mary did, either. He knew for fact that Sam didn’t, never ever would.
Dean was only seventeen when John led him to his death, a baby, just a boy. So young. John drowned his pain and self-loathing in alcohol, with no Dean to pull him out this time. He couldn’t even bear to look at Sammy, didn’t think himself worthy.
He’d lost Sam’s big brother. He’d failed his sons, both of them.
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Sam kept to himself for the few months it took Dad to die. He didn’t speak, barely ate, just sat staring at the floor or the walls or the sky.
After Dad died, Sam was put in a home and just didn’t care about anything anymore.
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When the yellow-eyed shadow showed up in his dreams, Sam didn’t even notice, at first. When it whispered at him to do things, terrible things, he resisted, a bit, but it all seemed so easy, so harmless.
Mr. Jack had been touching him, so it was no great loss when Sam killed him. Ms. Rose, Mr. Jack’s wife, had looked the other way for years before Sam was sent to them—no telling how many kids she’d damned with her negligence. Sam killed her, too.
The shadow was happy with him, proud of him, promised him great things. The shadow only ever asked him for things that weren’t too hard, that helped people… Punish the guilty, the shadow said. Protect the innocent.
Sam was moved to another home; those parents needed punishing, too. Sam was sent to a hospital, just until the authorities figured out what was wrong with him; the doctor was mean, so Sam dealt with him.
You don’t need adults anymore, Sam, the shadow told him. Come home with me.
So Sam did.
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Ten years after Dean died—and the pain still ached in what was left of Sam’s soul—Sam stepped out of Hell.
At his back stood his father’s hordes, all ready and willing to take on the world. Sam stared out over the landscape, studying where he once lived.
“Get ‘em,” he said, and Father’s army streamed around him, with loud, echoing howls.
It was also his last.
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John never forgave himself, and doubted Mary did, either. He knew for fact that Sam didn’t, never ever would.
Dean was only seventeen when John led him to his death, a baby, just a boy. So young. John drowned his pain and self-loathing in alcohol, with no Dean to pull him out this time. He couldn’t even bear to look at Sammy, didn’t think himself worthy.
He’d lost Sam’s big brother. He’d failed his sons, both of them.
-
Sam kept to himself for the few months it took Dad to die. He didn’t speak, barely ate, just sat staring at the floor or the walls or the sky.
After Dad died, Sam was put in a home and just didn’t care about anything anymore.
-
When the yellow-eyed shadow showed up in his dreams, Sam didn’t even notice, at first. When it whispered at him to do things, terrible things, he resisted, a bit, but it all seemed so easy, so harmless.
Mr. Jack had been touching him, so it was no great loss when Sam killed him. Ms. Rose, Mr. Jack’s wife, had looked the other way for years before Sam was sent to them—no telling how many kids she’d damned with her negligence. Sam killed her, too.
The shadow was happy with him, proud of him, promised him great things. The shadow only ever asked him for things that weren’t too hard, that helped people… Punish the guilty, the shadow said. Protect the innocent.
Sam was moved to another home; those parents needed punishing, too. Sam was sent to a hospital, just until the authorities figured out what was wrong with him; the doctor was mean, so Sam dealt with him.
You don’t need adults anymore, Sam, the shadow told him. Come home with me.
So Sam did.
-
Ten years after Dean died—and the pain still ached in what was left of Sam’s soul—Sam stepped out of Hell.
At his back stood his father’s hordes, all ready and willing to take on the world. Sam stared out over the landscape, studying where he once lived.
“Get ‘em,” he said, and Father’s army streamed around him, with loud, echoing howls.
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Date: 2007-07-22 08:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-07-23 07:47 pm (UTC)You know, something like this? What if worlds where John/Dean/Sam died instead of Mary?
I adore your "empowered Sam"-fics. He's a terrifying bastard in a whole different league than Dean...
And the YED's a wonderful villain. Thank you for this. :)
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Date: 2007-07-23 09:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-07-23 09:46 pm (UTC)So this-- dark and perfectly direct. 'tis perfect. I really love how you paint AU's so completely with so few brush strokes.
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Date: 2007-07-25 05:29 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2007-07-24 07:51 pm (UTC)AGAIN?
Why am I surprised at this? Where's the love?
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Date: 2007-07-25 06:02 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-07-26 05:03 pm (UTC)No, just kidding. I love what you did with the prompt. Poor Dean.
Dean, How does tigriswolf kill thee? Let me count the ways...
Two thousand and twenty and counting...
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Date: 2007-07-26 05:09 pm (UTC)You should check out the original story--it's awesome.
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Date: 2007-08-18 06:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-20 05:19 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2008-03-29 09:59 am (UTC)And I love the image of Sam standing at the mouth of the world, holding armies back with only his word.
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