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spn_summergenTitle: The distance from here to you
Author: yanyann
Recipient: quickreaver
Rating: no more violent then the series itself
Warnings: spoilers from end of season 7
Author's Notes: Hope you like it. :)
Any remaining mistakes are me being an idiot, because my beta was too awesome for that.
Summary: In the aftermath of Dean and Cas disappearing after Dick's death, Sam is not very impressed with the situation. So he goes and gets his brother back.
Crowley disappearing doesn't really register as Sam turns round and round in the empty, leviathan goo covered laboratory. He looks to the spot where Dick was standing just a minute ago, glancing left to right in despair and empty hope that maybe the air will pulse again and Dean and Castiel will appear.
Sam's breath quickens, and he swallows repeatedly, trying to get his heart out of his throat and back into his chest. Maybe then it will stop pounding in his ears and blurring his vision.
He calls for Dean, but there's no answer. He calls for Cas then, but there's still no answer. He calls Cas again, louder, figuring that the angel could mojo himself back from wherever they have disappeared and bring Dean back with him. He waits a few seconds and then tries again.
Five seconds later he's out the door. It's still swinging closed as he walks down the hall in quick and steady steps.
Sam pulls his machete out of its sheath just before he opens the first door. It's a storage room, and it's empty, and that - that just won't do. He jerks it back and it closes with a bang as he stalks to the next door, and the next and the next.
The building is silent and empty, just like the black hole where his brother should be. There are no leviathans for him to torture for information, nor any of Crowley's demons.
Next thing he knows he's in the front of the building, walking towards the Impala.
It takes a lot of maneuvering and straining, but then the Impala is free, the belly of the car scraping and whining over the metal and glass, and somewhere in the back of his mind he can hear Dean yelling at him for it.
He's speeding down the road, bypassing the police cars, heading back to their last base, by the time he can even attempt to think clearly over the hot, sticky hum of familiar, so familiar, anger.
*****
Two of the walls in the main room are covered in rows of symmetrically positioned photos, notes, scraps of paper, tape and string when days later Crowley comes knocking on his door.
Sam doesn't react to the banging or the demon entering the room, just calmly gets up from his laptop to tape another photo on the wall, aligning it to the photo right next to it, taping up all for corners, fingers gliding over the sides to make sure there are no crinkles. Then stands back to look at the gathered information.
"Mercy me, moose. If I'd have known you could be this organized I'd made you do my crossroads accounting years ago." says Crowley, then sneers as Sam just keeps ignoring him. "Shows how much of a bad influence your brother is."
Sam twitches at that, turns around to glare at the demon.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was. How much of a nuisance he was." says Crowley, grinning mockingly at the hunter.
"What do you want Crowley?"
"Oh, well. That's tough to say. I want loads of things, better employee management for starters. Or, hell, better employees even." Sam huffs in annoyance "Ones that actually do their job when I give them out. You know what I'm saying?"
"No, I don't. So how about you just get to the point and disappear."
"My point is that I gave you a job. Get rid of the rest of the Leviathans. You remember that?" Sam doesn't say anything so Crowley goes on. "It's been almost a month now. And yet you haven't come across even one of them."
"Tell me, how exactly do you plan on killing them if you're not even trying to find them?" Crowley said.
"Why don't you take that monster army of yours and waste them yourself." Sam asks, turning back around.
Crowley shrugs "Like I said. I need better employees."
"Then go do that." says Sam distractedly, as he writes something down on one of the notes.
"Really Sam?" Crowley asks, coming to stand near the wall, "you're just gonna let the world fall apart, the one that big brother sacrificed himself for?"
Sam doesn't say anything.
"Wow, you will. Didn't know you could be that heartless or that selfish. Beautiful. You're hired. Now you just have to be trained to heel-"
"I'm not doing anything until I get Dean back. And if you would help instead of-"
"Now, now, really. What makes you think I would waste time doing something like that?" says Crowley.
"Yeah, well. I can't do this without him." says Sam, and then reaches deftly under one paper to flip on a switch.
Crowley is gone before the lamp can cover the room in devils traps.
*****
Sam's walking round the building of a small, back-alley bar, machete in hand.
He looks at his wristwatch. Five seconds later, the fire sprinklers in the bar go off; raining more borax than water on the leviathans within.
The monsters scream and screech, throwing open the door, trying to get away, and run right at him.
He figured they would be tougher than this, but it seems that Dick's death had affected them in more ways than just losing their leader and within minutes the leviathans are scattered over the floor.
Sam's going around, throwing fistfuls of borax over the heads as he would salt over a vengeful spirit's bones and watches as they melt into nothing under the chemical.
One leviathan he drags away with him.
*****
One moment he's in the darkness, running over unsteady ground, trying to get away from another monster; the next he's lying down, staring up at the star scattered night sky. A light breeze tickles over his skin.
There is a presence to his side, steady, strong and a little awed, and he thinks that this is what it feels like to be whole for the first time in a long while.
"Dean?" Sam asks, standing just outside of the stone circle Dean is lying in, a wad of old paper in hand and a bowl of burning herbs at his feet.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah, it's me Dean."
"How?"
"Grilled a leviathan or two. Found out that, hey, you don't need a moon eclipse to call upon Purgatory if you have even a piece of the soul you're searching for." Sam says lightly, shrugging.
Dean blinks, "Figured that the soulmate thing would come in handy some day."
Sam snorts in amusement, but still neither of them moves.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah, Dean?"
"What's down there - some of those things even - " he stops and licks his lips, failing to find the right words, "I - I don't think I'm human anymore, Sammy."
Sam is quiet for a moment, but then just says "We'll deal."
"Should have left me there Sammy."
"The spell wouldn't have worked if you weren't still you."
Dean blinks again, and then turns his head to look to his younger brother. Glowing green eyes meet human hazel-blue.
"Monsters change in their soul. Whatever you are, you are still you."
Next moment, Sam is on his knees in the circle, lifting up his brother in an embrace.
Author: yanyann
Recipient: quickreaver
Rating: no more violent then the series itself
Warnings: spoilers from end of season 7
Author's Notes: Hope you like it. :)
Any remaining mistakes are me being an idiot, because my beta was too awesome for that.
Summary: In the aftermath of Dean and Cas disappearing after Dick's death, Sam is not very impressed with the situation. So he goes and gets his brother back.
Crowley disappearing doesn't really register as Sam turns round and round in the empty, leviathan goo covered laboratory. He looks to the spot where Dick was standing just a minute ago, glancing left to right in despair and empty hope that maybe the air will pulse again and Dean and Castiel will appear.
Sam's breath quickens, and he swallows repeatedly, trying to get his heart out of his throat and back into his chest. Maybe then it will stop pounding in his ears and blurring his vision.
He calls for Dean, but there's no answer. He calls for Cas then, but there's still no answer. He calls Cas again, louder, figuring that the angel could mojo himself back from wherever they have disappeared and bring Dean back with him. He waits a few seconds and then tries again.
Five seconds later he's out the door. It's still swinging closed as he walks down the hall in quick and steady steps.
Sam pulls his machete out of its sheath just before he opens the first door. It's a storage room, and it's empty, and that - that just won't do. He jerks it back and it closes with a bang as he stalks to the next door, and the next and the next.
The building is silent and empty, just like the black hole where his brother should be. There are no leviathans for him to torture for information, nor any of Crowley's demons.
Next thing he knows he's in the front of the building, walking towards the Impala.
It takes a lot of maneuvering and straining, but then the Impala is free, the belly of the car scraping and whining over the metal and glass, and somewhere in the back of his mind he can hear Dean yelling at him for it.
He's speeding down the road, bypassing the police cars, heading back to their last base, by the time he can even attempt to think clearly over the hot, sticky hum of familiar, so familiar, anger.
*****
Two of the walls in the main room are covered in rows of symmetrically positioned photos, notes, scraps of paper, tape and string when days later Crowley comes knocking on his door.
Sam doesn't react to the banging or the demon entering the room, just calmly gets up from his laptop to tape another photo on the wall, aligning it to the photo right next to it, taping up all for corners, fingers gliding over the sides to make sure there are no crinkles. Then stands back to look at the gathered information.
"Mercy me, moose. If I'd have known you could be this organized I'd made you do my crossroads accounting years ago." says Crowley, then sneers as Sam just keeps ignoring him. "Shows how much of a bad influence your brother is."
Sam twitches at that, turns around to glare at the demon.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was. How much of a nuisance he was." says Crowley, grinning mockingly at the hunter.
"What do you want Crowley?"
"Oh, well. That's tough to say. I want loads of things, better employee management for starters. Or, hell, better employees even." Sam huffs in annoyance "Ones that actually do their job when I give them out. You know what I'm saying?"
"No, I don't. So how about you just get to the point and disappear."
"My point is that I gave you a job. Get rid of the rest of the Leviathans. You remember that?" Sam doesn't say anything so Crowley goes on. "It's been almost a month now. And yet you haven't come across even one of them."
"Tell me, how exactly do you plan on killing them if you're not even trying to find them?" Crowley said.
"Why don't you take that monster army of yours and waste them yourself." Sam asks, turning back around.
Crowley shrugs "Like I said. I need better employees."
"Then go do that." says Sam distractedly, as he writes something down on one of the notes.
"Really Sam?" Crowley asks, coming to stand near the wall, "you're just gonna let the world fall apart, the one that big brother sacrificed himself for?"
Sam doesn't say anything.
"Wow, you will. Didn't know you could be that heartless or that selfish. Beautiful. You're hired. Now you just have to be trained to heel-"
"I'm not doing anything until I get Dean back. And if you would help instead of-"
"Now, now, really. What makes you think I would waste time doing something like that?" says Crowley.
"Yeah, well. I can't do this without him." says Sam, and then reaches deftly under one paper to flip on a switch.
Crowley is gone before the lamp can cover the room in devils traps.
*****
Sam's walking round the building of a small, back-alley bar, machete in hand.
He looks at his wristwatch. Five seconds later, the fire sprinklers in the bar go off; raining more borax than water on the leviathans within.
The monsters scream and screech, throwing open the door, trying to get away, and run right at him.
He figured they would be tougher than this, but it seems that Dick's death had affected them in more ways than just losing their leader and within minutes the leviathans are scattered over the floor.
Sam's going around, throwing fistfuls of borax over the heads as he would salt over a vengeful spirit's bones and watches as they melt into nothing under the chemical.
One leviathan he drags away with him.
*****
One moment he's in the darkness, running over unsteady ground, trying to get away from another monster; the next he's lying down, staring up at the star scattered night sky. A light breeze tickles over his skin.
There is a presence to his side, steady, strong and a little awed, and he thinks that this is what it feels like to be whole for the first time in a long while.
"Dean?" Sam asks, standing just outside of the stone circle Dean is lying in, a wad of old paper in hand and a bowl of burning herbs at his feet.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah, it's me Dean."
"How?"
"Grilled a leviathan or two. Found out that, hey, you don't need a moon eclipse to call upon Purgatory if you have even a piece of the soul you're searching for." Sam says lightly, shrugging.
Dean blinks, "Figured that the soulmate thing would come in handy some day."
Sam snorts in amusement, but still neither of them moves.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah, Dean?"
"What's down there - some of those things even - " he stops and licks his lips, failing to find the right words, "I - I don't think I'm human anymore, Sammy."
Sam is quiet for a moment, but then just says "We'll deal."
"Should have left me there Sammy."
"The spell wouldn't have worked if you weren't still you."
Dean blinks again, and then turns his head to look to his younger brother. Glowing green eyes meet human hazel-blue.
"Monsters change in their soul. Whatever you are, you are still you."
Next moment, Sam is on his knees in the circle, lifting up his brother in an embrace.
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