Tag: dean winchester

babybrotherdean:

He’s insane. He’s absolutely fucking insane, and Sam’s going to be killed because of it.

Dean feels like he’s being torn apart, watching as Michael uses his hands to pump Sam full of more grace-tinted blood. Dean’s lost track of how long this has been going on- time is strange, when he’s not in control of his own body, and Michael shuts him out sometimes, too- but it doesn’t matter. It could’ve been five minutes, and that would still be too long for Sam to be tied to a chair and experimented on by some freak of an archangel.

He’s been fighting since the get-go, struggling against Michael’s hold, but for the most part, it feels like his strength has been sapped from him. Michael acknowledges him, on occasion, but mostly for offhanded mockery- he’s damn smug about the fact that he’s in control, especially since capturing Sam, and Dean- Dean’s desperate. Especially now, as Michael’s plans for today’s session slowly come to light.

“You should be strong enough now.” He says this with Dean’s mouth as he starts to undo Sam’s restraints. Sam’s visibly tense, and doesn’t seem to trust it for a second. Dean’s confused and angry. “To protect yourself, hm? It’ll be fascinating to see what you can do.”

Once Sam’s been freed from his binds, Michael steps back, casual as he walks towards the door. Dean doesn’t know what’s waiting behind it- Michael’s kept this a surprise for him, too- but when he pulls it open, and there’s a young woman waiting, smiling slow and easy-

Her fangs come out as Michael beckons her forward. “He’s all yours. Good look, Mira.”

Vampire. She doesn’t waste any time in going for Sam, and Dean’s forced to watch in horror as his brother scrambles to respond. Sam is completely unarmed, exhausted, unfed- he doesn’t stand a chance. What the hell is Michael trying to do?“

Michael, for his part, offers no response. He simply leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watches the fight that starts. Dean tries to force him to do something, to interfere- what good are all these experiments if he’s just going to kill his subject, anyways?- but Michael is unaffected.

Despite everything, Sam is holding his ground. He’s a damn good fighter, everything else aside, and despite himself, Dean feels a small bit of pride as he watches. Sam keeps distance between himself and the vampire, and when she gets close, he uses his size to his advantage, keeping her from getting her teeth into him. The way his eyes are darting around, he must be searching for something to use; anything with an edge sharp enough to kill her. Dean’s doing the same and comes up short; the room is bare but for the chair Sam’s just risen from, and it’s hardly got any edges on it at all.

“You know,” Michael says, sounding absent and unconcerned, “there’s more than one way to kill a vampire.”

Abruptly, Dean’s hit with visions of Michael’s other experiments- the burned-out eyes, the pile of corpses. It doesn’t make sense when Sam’s the one fighting, unless-

Does he really think that those injections have given Sam the power to smite people?

Insane. He’s insane, and Sam’s going to suffer for it.

Sam’s noticed the chair, too. For a lack of any other options, he’s grabbed it, using it now to keep the vampire away. He smashes it against the floor hard enough to splinter the wood, and it leaves him with a messy stake- good enough for Bram Stoker, maybe, but not for real life. Not for protecting himself against this thing.

“It’ll be too bad if you die here,” Michael hums. “A disappointment, really. I’m sure Dean will be upset, too. Won’t you?”

The last bit is directed inwards, and Dean throws himself against the wall, desperate to get through. To do something; to save his brother the way every part of his mind is begging him to. Michael’s control almost falters, enough to twitch forward towards the fight, but-

Her neck. Sam’s jammed the thing right into her neck. It won’t kill her, but it’ll definitely slow her down, and he repeats the motion more than once. There’s blood. She’s screaming. Sam’s getting desperate, and Dean thinks, for a moment, he catches a faint sort of glow, a hint of blue-

It takes four or five tries, but Sam’s brutal, messy solution proves to be enough. The vampire drops to the ground with her head nearly separated from her body, and the makeshift stake joins her, gory and blunt. Sam’s panting hard for breath, unsteady on his feet, and Dean wants to cry. Wants to go to him, more than anything.

Michael hums again, and he straightens himself up off the wall. If Dean’s resistance has bothered him, he makes no indication. “Disappointing,” he says simply, and then turns to leave the room without another word.

Dean screams and shouts and fights with all he has, but it’s no use. Sam is, once again, left alone. There’s no telling what Michael will force on him next.

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