Darling Abel, Damned Cain - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Darling Abel, Damned Cain

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for season two

Pairings: technically, none

Rating: PG13

Wordcount: 560
Point of view: third

 

 

          

            John learned the truth six months after leaving Dean without a word. He’d long suspected, but now he knew—

            Cain and Abel, Johnny, the demon laughed in his head as he drowned his suspicions and fear in alcohol. Cain and Abel.

            “No,” he said aloud. “No.” He drained one bottle and opened the next, taking a sip. “You’re wrong.”

            The demon laughed. You know as well as I do, John. Such a lovely story, those brothers.

            “Shut up,” John muttered, throwing the empty bottle against the motel wall.

            Your sons won’t have a better end. You’ve left them only one path. John, I couldn’t have done it better myself. It chuckled and his head throbbed with the sound.

            “I told you to shut up!” John tried snarling, but his words slurred.

            The chuckle swelled to a mocking laugh. Look at you, John. You’ve failed. Sam will be mine or dead—either way, I win.

            “No,” John denied again, a futile word that never changed anything, ever, no matter how loud he screamed it.

 

            John couldn’t hide the truth from Dean, not when he knew he’d never see his son again.

            So he leaned over Dean, newly awakened from his coma, whole and healthy, and he put his mouth to Dean’s ear, and he whispered the words that he knew sent his little soldier straight to Hell.

            Save him, Dean. Or destroy him.

            Save him, Dean. Or kill him.

            Kill Sammy, Dean. Or the world dies in his stead.

            Kill Sammy, Dean.

            As John pulled away, he heard the demon cackle.

            And Dean just looked at him, shock and horror and disbelief on his face. Worst of all, though, was the betrayal in his eyes.

 

            “He won’t do it, John,” the demon said, wrapping its host’s hand around the Colt. “You taught your firstborn too well.”   It raised its eyes to meet his, gaze full of delight. “The moment you placed the burden on Dean’s shoulders, you failed.”

            With his final breath, John wondered if that was his intention all along.

 

            Cain and Abel. Dean and Sammy.  Fucking demons and their fucking plans and their fucking destructive tendencies and the families they leave ruined by fire all over the country.

            Dean’s stronger than Cain and John knew it.

            Save Sammy, Dean.

            Dean’s never been jealous of Sam, not for longer than an aborted heartbeat.

            Kill Sammy, Dean.

            Dean could never kill Sam. But John doubted he’ll able to save him, in the end.

            Or the world dies in his stead.

            The demon cackled and a chill shot down John’s spine.  “Your boy will light the first match, Johnny,” the demon purred and John closed his eyes.

            When John stood over Dean in that hospital bed and could only see Mary’s eyes begging him to deny everything he just said, John knew he’d finally delivered the one order his perfect little soldier would never obey.

            “You did a marvelous job, John,” the demon murmured and John looked away. “You created for Sam the perfect protector—Dean will keep him safe and alive and follow him when Sam finally falls at my feet.” The demon touched his forehead and said, “I should thank you, Johnny. And to show my appreciation, I’ll let you watch until that time comes.”

            John sobbed.

            “Cain and Abel,” the demon howled. “Oh, this is too wonderful to be reality.”

            John prayed.

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