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Title: the left hand sings the right hand back to sleep
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. title from Richard Siken
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 275
Point of view: third
Notes: dedicated to[info]oc_pixie , for her birthday 

 

Sam’s never beaten his brother in a physical fight in twenty-five years. He’s run rings around Dean with words, but fists against fists, knives, staffs—he’s always lost, even when Dean wasn’t trying. He’s put Dean in the dirt a handful of times, but Dean still took him down, too, and then finished the fight with ease.

“Do you have what it takes?” Ruby asks. “He can’t stop us, Sam. You know that. It’s best for everyone if he just…”

“Shut up,” Sam says. He stares down at Dean, in one of his rare naps. He hardly sleeps since he’s come back from Hell. “I don’t exorcise them to the Pit, do I?” Dean looks weary. Sam glances up to catch Ruby’s surprised expression. “The demons,” he elaborates. “I’m not sending them back to Hell, I’m killing them.”

The knife she gave him, the knife that destroys demons, is in his hand. She wants him to kill Dean. For the good of the world, because he’ll try to stop them.

It’ll prove he means it, wants to take out all of Hell’s top pier if he can kill Dean. What Dean did in Hell… he’s not Dean anymore.

Except that he’s never been Dean more. Dean’s a survivor. He always has been.

“Sam,” Ruby hisses. “Your army won’t follow you if don’t kill him. You know that.”

Sam’s never once been able to beat Dean, except that one time he was possessed, and Dean wasn’t even fighting.

He spins and buries the knife in Ruby’s neck, watching dispassionately as she dies.

Dean’s his brother. And they’ll rule side by side, or he won’t rule at all.


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