|Reader's Special:1st Edition 1 Shot Reward Fics
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz PM
A collection of One Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: First Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each one shot reward fic.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Dean W. & Sam W. - Chapters: 15 - Words: 48,045 - Reviews: 118 - Favs: 32 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 03-30-12 - Published: 02-27-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7878627
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Title: Reader's Special: First Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: A collection of One Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: First Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each one shot reward fic.
Author's Note: The Reader's Special: First Edition was such brilliant fun thanks to all the wonderful people who prompted the story for each chapter that I offered each prompter a One Shot Reward fic of their choice. None of the chapters contained in this Fic are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic!
Chapter Info: For LadyBeryl: Set during the episode Slash Fiction. Leviathan Dean has much more time with Sam than shown in the episode and tortures him mentally and physically, would like him mocking Sam about Lucifer or Jess. Sam having Lucifer adding to the torture would be awesome. Also, Leviathan Dean threatening Sam with a knife and/or threatening Sam in front of Dean with a knife when he comes to the rescue. And some angst with Dean trying to treat Sam's wounds while Sam is angry with him or Sam not wanting to look at Dean when being treated at the hospital.
A/N: Some dialogue is taken directly from the episode obviously. All credit for the excerpts goes to Kripke and the rest of the fantabulous SPN crew. I'm just borrowing.
Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P
"Dean!" Sam said, relieved as his brother stepped into the interview room and shut the door but he only smiled.
"I'm not your brother…but I am Dean adjacent." He walked in front of the table and smirked down at the fear flashing across Sam's face. He leaned on the table, smiling. "I just wanna let you know how much I've really grown to hate you and your brother since we been wearing you." He stepped away, throwing his hands up in the air. "I just don't get it. You could be anything! You're strong, you're uninhibited…you're smart enough believe it or not but you're SO caught UP with being GOOD and taking care of each other!" The disgust was evident on his face and Sam pulled harder at the handcuffs, trying vainly to free himself.
"What do you care?" Sam asked, hoping to distract him.
"Because it PISSES me off!" The Leviathan yelled and then smiled. "You're wasting a perfectly good opportunity to subjugate the weak." He went to Sam, stepping behind him and rested his hands on his shoulders. "Here. Let me demonstrate."
Sam couldn't stop the tremble that ran through him and looked up to the small window in the door, hoping to see his brother's face but it didn't come. The Leviathan Dean dug his fingers into Sam's shoulders until he grunted with the pain. He gasped in a breath when it let him go with a chuckle.
"Not a screamer." The Leviathan smirked and drew a knife from his back. "Well then I guess I'll have to get a little more creative to get some noise out of you. Oh." He leaned down where Sam could see him. "Don't worry. Your other self is keeping big brother company." He showed Sam the blade and moved out of his line of sight again.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy."
Sam jerked his head up and tried not to look at Lucifer standing across from him, leaning against the mirrored window.
"This isn't gonna end well for you, Sam." Lucifer smirked. "I'm starting to like these things. Really."
Sam heard him laugh and then gasped as the knife cut in to the side of his neck, leaving a trail of fire behind.
"Well that's not very creative now is it, Sammy." Lucifer came to sit on the table. "We could give him some pointers, don't you think?" A small knife appeared in his hand and Sam couldn't focus on the Leviathan pulling his left sleeve back as the little blade glinted in front of his eyes. He shouted in pain as the Leviathan Dean drew his knife up the outside of his arm, the metal biting into his flesh and Sam ground his teeth together not to scream when it dug the point into the bone near his elbow.
"Oh we're getting closer." The Leviathan moved around to sit beside him on the table. Sam jerked his arm away and made him laugh. "You know, I've had all kinds of time to think of ways to screw with you." Without warning, he plunged the blade down into the meat of Sam's thigh and yanked it back out. Sam cried out and hunched forward with the burning pain.
"Oh I like him! I really do!" Lucifer chortled and clapped his hands.
The Leviathan bent over Sam to see his face, his eyes widening. "You're seeing him right now aren't you?" He asked and nodded when Sam's face colored with shock. "Oh yeah, see we get it all." He tapped the bloody blade against his own forehead. "We wear you and we get every thought in those melons of yours." He laughed. "You've got Devil-vision in that freaky head of yours." He looked around the room. "Where is he? I like an audience."
"Sam, seriously. This is the most fun I've had since…well since I had you tied upside down and flayed all the skin off you!" Lucifer thumped his fist on the table and made Sam jump.
"Damn this is fun." Leviathan Dean said gleefully, watching Sam's eyes dart between him and something only he could see.
"Go to hell." Sam glared up at him and jerked hard on the cuffs again.
The Leviathan tsked at him playfully and leaned in, pressing Sam's face into the table with one hand. With the other he dug the point of his knife into the back of Sam's collar bone and laughed when he finally got the scream he'd been looking for.
"Music to my ears, Sammy-boy." He patted him on the shoulder, slapping hard on the new wound.
"Mine too." Lucifer was lying with his face on the table next to Sam's and grinned at him. "I think you're in trouble here, Sam."
"Shut…up." Sam gasped as he was yanked upright again and the Leviathan stood beside him.
"Here's the deal. Dean thinks you're nutballs. He thinks you're off your game." The Leviathan sat beside him again and ground his foot into Sam's bleeding leg for a moment, enjoying the grunts of pain and smiled.
"Are you gonna kill me or is this some sort of play with your food bull?" Sam asked defiantly, panting from the pain.
The Leviathan stood. "All right." He paced around the table again. "All right. You know I guess that's why Dean never told you that he killed Amy." He grinned happily at the look of abject shock on Sam's face. "There it is! The look on your face! That is priceless! That's what I've been waiting for. Now I can eat you!" He went around behind Sam again, laughing. "Cause you see." He leaned over Sam's back again. "I like my meat a little bitter."
The door suddenly burst inward, the real Dean lunging through. "Get the hell away from him!"
The Leviathan bent closer to Sam and slid the blade along his throat. "Oh look. It's your big brother come to take care of you." He said sweetly into Sam's ear and watched his face in the mirror with a knowing smile.
"Head down, Sammy!" Dean shouted and splashed a bottle of some chemical onto his doppelganger as Sam shoved his head down to the table. The Leviathan screamed, backing away from Sam and Dean took its head off with a clean sweep of a fire axe as the skin burned off its face.
"Well, that felt good." Dean said and then looked at his brother. "Sam?" His face darkened when he saw the blood. "Shit." He took Sam's left arm as the Sheriff took off his cuffs. "Hey, Chief you got a first aid kit around here?"
"Huh? Yeah. Yeah. Hang on." The chief dashed out of the room, giving the dead Leviathan a wide berth.
"Where else, Sam?" Dean asked, unnerved by the glassy look in his little brother's eyes and sighed when he didn't get an answer. He put a hand on Sam's back and hissed when he felt blood and Sam lurched forward with a moan. "Dammit." He braced Sam's shoulders with an arm and looked down, spotting another bleeding wound in his thigh. "God, Sammy." Anger seethed through Dean and he looked over at the headless corpse and wished he could kill the son of a bitch twice.
The Sheriff returned and put the first aid kit on the table, opening it up and handing a wad of gauze to Dean. "'nother cut on his neck." He said and took a pad of gauze himself, pressing it gently to Sam's neck. "Hold on to this, son." He took Sam's right hand and put it over the gauze. "I gotta go…check on my officers." He said; his voice hollow and left the brothers alone.
Dean tugged Sam's jacket off his unresponsive brother and frowned. "Dude, how much blood have you lost?"
Sam just shook his head, remaining silent and staring at the table.
"Ok. You're fine. None of this is too bad." Dean quickly wrapped a bandage tight around his left forearm. He placed another wad of bandage on Sam's thigh and pressed hard on it, earning a moan from Sam. "Sorry. Gotta make this quick. I'll patch you up better later." When he was satisfied his leg had stopped bleeding he pulled out the back of Sam's shirts at the neck and hissed at the stab wound there. "Damn, Sammy."
Sam sat silently through Dean's ministrations. Once it would have comforted him, the sound of Dean's voice but now it made his teeth grind. He killed Amy. He lied to me. Sam thought and felt his world tip dangerously. Dean had promised to trust him and lied. Lucifer stood in the corner, just in his line of sight shaking his head and chuckling like a kid in a candy store. Sam flinched more from that than from his brother pressing into his shoulder wound.
Dean taped a hasty bandage over the puncture in the back of Sam's shoulder. He knew he was hurting him but Sam just kept staring at the table silently. "Sammy?" Sam nodded jerkily in response and Dean took it. Kid was obviously shaken up and who could blame him. "That'll hold you til we get somewhere I can stitch the worst of this up." Dean flipped the first aid kit closed and helped Sam get his jacket back on.
The Sheriff returned with a grim look. "It's over. The FBI's on the way." He told them.
Dean stood quickly. "Yeah look, about that." Dean's face was pleading.
"Whatever I can do." The Sheriff replied seriously. "Especially if it involves lying about everything I just saw."
"Good. Was hoping you could help us…kind of…be dead? You know, quote un-quote." Dean asked and gave him a shaky smile.
"Yeah." The Sheriff looked around at the black blood on the walls. "Yeah, I should be able to swing that."
Dean gave Sam's good shoulder a tight squeeze. "Alright, come on. Let's grab a mop." Dean paused on his way out the door. "Sammy? You ok?"
Sam looked up at him, cold with shock still and somehow found his voice around the lump in his throat as he looked at his big brother. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Dean nodded. "Let's go." He left and Sam stared after him as anger and betrayal raged through him and the tinny echo of Lucifer's laughter filled his ears.
A/N: This is the last of the prompts I currently have BUT there are still a few people who earned a reward fic but haven't contacted me with a prompt. If your name is on this list, let me know! Either leave a review here with your prompt or Private Message me. Thank you!