Morality - SN fic - R

[tigriswolf]

Title: Morality
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: none of 'em are mine.
Warnings: AU, I'd betcha.  Character death, though I'm sure no one's shocked.  Spoilers for season 2
Pairings: nada
Rating: R
Wordcount: 740
Point of view: third

When Sam stuck that gun to the back of Gordon’s head, he hadn’t wanted to kill a human so much since Hibbing, Minnesota. 

If he hadn’t already called the cops, he would have.

What he wonders, sometimes, now that he knows what Dean’s been hiding for months, is if he’d regret it or not.

He doubts it.

That should frighten him far more than it does.

 

A few months after Gordon almost killed Sam, he catches up to them again. This time, Dean whacks him across the face with a rifle-butt and Gordon goes down hard.

Sam’s asleep in their motel room, worn out from the last hunt, and Dean takes Gordon to a little patch of woods outside of town.

He waits for Gordon to wake up.

 

Sam’s barely conscious when Dean gets back, but he knows from Dean’s ragged breathing that something’s happened.

A part of him knows before he registers the smell of blood.

Even though Dean’s eyes bled when Mary crawled out of her mirror, Sam never asked. Maybe he didn’t want it to be true; maybe he wanted to think there was a line Dean wasn’t willing to cross. 

“Dean,” he says, sitting up in the bed, and Dean shakes his head.

“Shh, Sammy,” he murmurs, reaching out to ruffle Sam’s hair. “Go back to sleep. It’s not even morning yet.”

Sam swallows hard, trying vainly to ignore the blood splattered across Dean’s shirt, his face, down one leg of his jeans. Trying to ignore the look in Dean’s eyes, barely made out by the artificial light streaming through the crack in the curtains, mixed in with a hint of the moon. “Dean,” he says again, and can’t think of how to continue.

Dean lowers his head, looks away. “Sleep, Sam. Everything will be better in the morning.”

He walks to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. Sam lays back and rolls over, buries his face in the pillow.

He can’t fall asleep until he hears the bathroom door open and Dean collapse on the other bed.

 

It’s three months until another hunter catches up to them. This time, a sniper bullet just misses Sam’s heart and he falls even before he’s registered the pain.

Dean’s quicker than the other hunter, and a better shot, and his bullet tears through the bastard’s right eye and out the back of his son of a bitch head.

“Sammy,” he says, kneeling next to Sam and putting pressure on the wound, “if you die, I swear to God I’ll bring you back from the dead and kick your ass.”

Sam laughs and gags on blood.

 

When Dean walks into the Roadhouse, everything stops. All the hunters glance over and Ellen slips out the back of the bar, jerking her head to tell Jo and Ash to follow.

She owed them boys for Jo’s life, even though she never did get around to thanking them, and letting Dean know which hunters were at her bar is just one way of evening the score.

Whatever plan that demon had, she can’t help but wondering if this was ever in the cards.

“Mom?” Jo asks when the first scream sounds.

“It’ll be fine, honey,” Ellen lies, trying hard to remember that Dean is one of the good guys.

 

When morning comes, Ellen doesn’t return to the Roadhouse. She doesn’t let Jo or Ash go in, either.

She tries, in vain, to recall the little boy John talked about, the boy that loved his little brother more than anything and was more of a father than John. She tries to recall that brokenly proud man that first stepped into her saloon and refused to back down. 

All she can remember is the shattered killer that left a trail of hunter’s corpses down one coast and up the other.

 

“Daddy,” Sam asked, with all the seriousness a five year old could muster, “is it always wrong to kill a human?”

John looked up from his journal and peered at Sam with shocked eyes. “Why do you wanna know, son?”

“If a human hurt me or Dean, would you kill it?” 

“Sam,” he said, all traces of humor gone. “A human is never ‘it’. Humans are ‘he’ or ‘she’, and unless the situation is very, very urgent, we don’t kill them.”

“But if a human hurt me or Dean, would you kill he or she?” Sam persisted.

John didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Sam nodded, satisfied.  

Comments

[ultraviolet9a.livejournal.com]

Nice. You captured the darkness just right. If there is one reason that'll lead Dean into the other side, that'd be keeping Sam safe.

And the last bit, the one in italics, is what makes this piece "fly" so well.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!