for vorpalblades

[tigriswolf]

Title: Sons of Atreus

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: AU; twistedness; disturbing

Pairings: implied wincest

Rating: Rish

Wordcount: 915

Point of view: third

Dedication: for vorpalblades, on account of her birthday

Notes: title is a reference to Greek mythology. Look it up. It’s not a happy story.  

 

                The first was an accident. All the rest… weren’t.

 

                They’re kept on opposite sides of the prison, one always in solitary. No other penitentiary in the country will accept either of them, no matter how the DA pleads.

                They see one another in the halls, sometimes, as they’re moved around the prison. They exchange smiles and the guards eye them warily. They are never allowed to speak to each other.

                In a building full of America’s most dangerous men, the Winchester brothers are in a class all their own, and that terrifies the warden.

 

                Dean killed his first human when he was thirteen. It was the father of a little girl down the street from them. The poor bastard walked in on Sam carving up his daughter and Sam wasn’t strong enough to deal with an adult, not yet.

                Dean was. Without a heartbeat of hesitation, he did.

 

                They should have gotten the death penalty. Everyone knows it. But Sam gave the jury his puppy eyes and Dean flashed them his little-boy-ain’t-I-just-adorable grin.

                Life in prison. No possibility of parole. No hope of ever setting foot outside the facility again. Forbidden from ever sharing even a single word with each other.

 

                Sam was playing with a boy from down the block. They were wrestling. Sam was six. He tackled the boy and they went down hard. The kid’s head cracked against the ground. He died instantly.

                Sam stared at the body. Fell in love with death. Became fascinated. He had to tell Dean.

                Dean was horrified, but he’d never been able to deny Sammy a thing.

 

                Dean is loud and brash when he’s out of the hole. He picks fights, but so cleverly that he’s never held responsible. The gangs avoid him whenever possible and the guards fear him, never meeting his eyes.

                He has a bed and a roof over his head, warm food and plenty of it. But he’s still reeling because Sam’s out of sight and out of reach. He can’t protect Sam here.

 

                Sam used his guileless eyes to con his way into houses.  Dean followed in his wake, closing off all escape routes, standing watch. They killed indiscriminately because Sam loved seeing how different people died.

                They worked their way up the West Coast, along Canada’s border, down the East Coast, and were caught in Oklahoma as they headed inwards for the heart of the country.

                Neither of them testified against the other, and neither of them admitted to being guilty.

 

                Sam is quiet and brooding when he is out of solitary. He ignores everyone and they leave him alone.

                His silence frightens people more than Dean’s boisterousness ever could. His silence seems contemplative.

                Anybody looking can see he’s planning something.

 

                Sam was the mastermind. But Dean was just as guilty. Any step of the way, he could have stopped his brother.

                From the evidence, spread over years and a continent, he never even thought about it.

                               

                At lunch one day, a large biker approaches Dean. Leans close and propositions him in a whisper. Dean laughs and turns back to his food. The biker backs off.

                At work-out time, the biker returns. He’s taller than Dean, outweighs him by a good fifty pounds.

                The biker is new. Dean’s only been in gen-pop for a few hours, and this is the biker’s first day. The biker doesn’t know to fear the name Winchester.

                Dean breaks the biker’s head on a barbell and smiles.

 

                People ask what kind of man could have raised the Winchesters. What horrible agonies he must have inflicted on them as children.

                Truth is, he was a good man. He just never was the same after his wife died in a fire, when Sam was only six months old. John lost his mind that night, saw things that couldn’t have been there, and took up drinking to dull his despair.

                He wrapped his Impala around a pole when Dean was eight. The system took them in.

                Dean took them out of the system when he was fifteen.

 

                A rookie guard escorts Dean back to solitary and puts him in the cell next to Sam. 

 

                Azazel watched in wonder and fascination as Sam fell into the darkness with glee. He considered killing the brother, just to erase any trace left of the light. 

                When he saw Dean snap a wailing baby’s neck because the creature was distracting Sam, he realized there was no need.

                Any light in Dean was long covered over by his darling brother’s darkness.

 

                They sit back to back, through the concrete. They sense each other. Always have.

                Time? Dean asks.

                Not yet, Sam responds. I want to see how a convicted murderer dies.

                Got a target?

                He feels Sam’s satisfaction. The perfect one.

 

                Their capture and arrest caught the imagination of everyone. They were sought after for interviews. They never gave any. Their pasts were dug into, childhood grades and bruises, records for hospital visits. The system had not been kind to them.

                No excuse, though. That, everyone agreed on. No excuse at all, not for what they did.

 

                Dean is let out of solitary the next day. He presses a kiss to the wall before going. The guard sneers in disgust, but wilts before his stare. 

                At lunch, Dean sits next to Sam’s target.

                The Winchesters are gone by sunrise. The body is found at noon. 

                Convicted murderers, as it turns out, die the same as everyone else, and Sam still needs more things to kill. 

 

 

 

Comments

[irnan.livejournal.com]

I can't even :::breathe:: right now.

[tigriswolf]

*twirls*

[aja-evenstar.livejournal.com]

This is amazing. I love the idea of showing what happened had John now taken the path that he did. And how the boys turned out? FANTASTIC.

They're still so closely knit, even though they're twisted. And i like how Dean's objective is stil to help Sam and keep him safe.

This was such a great story =D

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[emeriin.livejournal.com]

Don't you just love how easily this could have happened? Oh, SPN, how we love you in all your twistedness.

They should have gotten the death penalty. Everyone knows it. But Sam gave the jury his puppy eyes and Dean flashed them his little-boy-ain’t-I-just-adorable grin.

This line was my favourite. They're lucky to be so pretty and to be able to manipulate everyone so easily.

[tigriswolf]

'tis true.

[vorpalblades.livejournal.com]

Birthday fic!! This is the first birthday fic I have EVER gotten. And it's AWESOME! Just...mmmmmmmm. *happy sigh*

*flails*

[tigriswolf]

*dances the happydance* I'm so glad you like it!

[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

The title caught me--and it really should've been a warning. Disquieting piece; definitely exceeded all expectations.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much! I love having interesting titles.

[boogirl13.livejournal.com]

Whoa. Creepy. I love it.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[rignach.livejournal.com]

Awesome, so beautiful dark and creepy. Thx for shareing.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[mre-quecky.livejournal.com]

woah, really crazy^^ Loved it.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[kerri-is-dead.livejournal.com]

You write some of the best dark!fics :D

[tigriswolf]

*blushes* Thank you so much!

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

Awesome. I love it. I can really see how utterly fucking TERRIFYING they would be like this, and how the personalities we know would play out in this skewed set of circumstances.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[frodobagginsz.livejournal.com]

VERY VERY creepy. Love it!

[tigriswolf]

I just noticed your name! Awesomesauce.

Thank you for reading!

[unbreakableburr.livejournal.com]

::flails::
Thank you for freaking me the fuck out.
::flails more::

[tigriswolf]

You is welcome!

[archerstar.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love it! It's all twisted and dark and awesome! *hugs it*

[tigriswolf]

*twirls you*

[lima-sierra.livejournal.com]

It's easy to imgine this happening in an alternate universe, given what happened to them as children, and you wrote it so vividly that I believed every word. Made me shudder yet I still loved the boys! Awesome.

[tigriswolf]

*headdesk* I have no idea how I missed this comment, and I realize this reply is way too late.

Thank you so much!

[koulagirl666.livejournal.com]

This is really beautiful. The way you write it is haunting; you give us only sparse detail but it's enough to draw attention to what the story needs us to know, and enough for us to fill in the gaps if we need it.

I like the idea that Sam never really matures past a certain point; that he just stays this side of knowing right and wrong and indulges his curiosity. I think you really highlight that with the second-last section, where people see that they were mistreated but then judge him.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[bloodquartz.livejournal.com]

..wow. just - I really can't explain how much this has gotten to me. thats several hundred different kinds of awesome. I can't stop picturing that look of intent curiosity that sam gets on his face when hes trying to figure something out and - just wow. *shudders* eerily brilliant. I hope you don't mind me friending, I love so much of what i've read of your fic

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[paper-cranes.livejournal.com]

What I love about this fic is that it reminds me of canon. Two lines from two separate episodes stick out, "A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting" from Nightmare, and Henricksen's reference to separating the boys in prison in Jus In Bello. I just KNEW when I saw that ep that it wouldn't go down well.

This was torturously realistic.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[trishabooms.livejournal.com]

Very creepy!

I liked that a lot.

[tigriswolf]

Thankees!

[griva-x.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was truly *dark* and disturbing w/o hardly mentioning anythign supernatural.

These two are the best lines:
Sam was the mastermind. But Dean was just as guilty. Any step of the way, he could have stopped his brother.
From the evidence, spread over years and a continent, he never even thought about it.

And Dean is let of solitary the next day. He presses a kiss to the wall before going. The guard sneers in disgust, but wilts before his stare.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[vamptastica.livejournal.com]

awesome awesome fic. I'd love to see more from this verse just because you've made it so titillating and tempting. loved it.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[brigid-tanner.livejournal.com]

Creepy and totally plausible. Sent shivers down my spine.

[tigriswolf]

*glee*

[leighm.livejournal.com]

Disturbing in so many ways but you left their characterization in tact and it's brilliant. Terrifying but brilliant.

Awesome:)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[layne67.livejournal.com]

At lunch, Dean sits next to Sam’s target

You know, without that line, I was horribly afraid that Dean was to be Sam's next victim.

Extremely dark *shivers*

[tigriswolf]

I had considered it. *smirks*

[labseraph.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

Dude, how is it that you can make me root for a pair of serial killers? Baby killers, at that.

*shakes head*

[tigriswolf]

*is very evil*

Thank you!

Holy F**K

[krebsbach.livejournal.com]

This is so dark, beautiful and perfect. Absolutely Dean and Sam good or evil, brothers first and always.

Re: Holy F**K

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!