Fic title: Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful?
Author name: vampireifurita
Artist name: mulanreflection
Genre: Gen, Wincest
Pairing: Dean/Sam, some background Castiel/Sam, Castiel/Crowley
Word count: 26,732
Warnings: horror, disturbing imagery, violence
Summary: After Sam sacrificed himself to save the world; Dean had gone to Lisa just as he’d been asked. Things had been just fine until he started hearing music that no one else could hear and things just go downhill from there. With no one to turn to, bear witness to man lost at sea, in the throes of grief and unexplainable music that haunts him much like the memories of his brother.
He wasn’t positive, but it seemed like this was a dream. He was driving down an endless road, his baby purring beneath him and Sam at his side. There was a smile on his face, Metallica on the stereo and the open road ahead of him. He turned to look at Sam and found his brother gazing out the window at the passing scenery. Their eyes caught in his reflection and Sam smiled at him.
“Perfect day for driving, eh Sammy?” he asked as he turned his eyes back to the road.
“Sure is Dean,” Sam replied. “The only thing that would make it better would be if you would turn down the damn music.”
“Aww… are poor Samantha’s tender ears hurting? He teased. Something flickered in the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look at Sam he merely saw his brother scowling.
“Jerk,” Sam told him. He grinned.
“Bitch,” he replied instantly. Together the brother’s shared a grin before Dean focused his eyes back on the road.
Something was bothering him though. Something just wasn’t right. There was something upsetting his calm, something unsettling in this moment. It wasn’t the car, it wasn’t the endless tarmac stretching out before him, and it certainly wasn’t Sam unsettling him so. So what was wrong?
Heat assaulted his right side, building hotter and hotter. His eyebrows knitted together, he hadn’t turned up the heat in the Impala and even if he had there was no way that it would just blow on one side of the car. Something was flickering in the corner of his eye, catching his attention, but when he turned to investigate what it was, only the sight of Sam greeted him.
“So where’re we headed Sammy?” he asked, instantly forgetting the weird sensation that had just occurred. “Got something interesting planned for our next hunt?” He was trying to get his brother to talk to him, it seemed like forever ago that he had had a conversation with him, instead of mere hours.
“We’re not going anywhere Dean,” was Sam’s reply. Eyes wide he turned to face his brother. Sam grinned at him, smile splitting his face. “We don’t have a job right now. You just couldn’t bear to stay in that last town any longer. We had been there for two extra days and you were starting to lose it, so we left.”
“Oh, right, of course,” he breathed, letting out the air he hadn’t known he’d been holding.
“God, your mind isn’t here. What are you thinking about that has you so distracted? You thinking about that hot waitress from breakfast?” Sam asked. He frowned. Something was off, not only was that question suspicious, but there was something off in Sam’s demeanor. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Sam: the sight caused him to swerve in the road and swear.
Sam was literally on fire. Flames were licking at his skin, blackening it and peeling it away. Blood red muscle shined in the flickering flames, exposed in places where the flames had eaten away the skin. Sam’s face was peeling away.
His head snapped fully to the side as he frantically pulled over to the side of the road. Sam sat there, the same as he always was. Skin intact, body free of flames. He reached out, straining to make sure this was real and not some illusion.
“Stop,” Sam commanded him. His hand froze inches from Sam’s face. “You really don’t want to do that. Why couldn’t you just leave well enough alone Dean?”
“Sammy…” he breathed out, bringing his hand to rest on Sam’s cheek. It wasn’t skin that his hand connected with though; it was sinewy muscle, blood and bone. Recoiling at the feeling of his brother’s torn face, Dean blinked away the illusion of normalcy.
Chains attached to hooks, buried in the tender skin of Sam’s flesh pulled at his arms. Flames licked at his brother’s torso and his face started to melt away, Hazel eyes were boiling in their sockets.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed and scrambled away from the gruesome sight, bringing up his arm to cover his eyes.
“Dean,” Sam’s wrecked voice called to him. “Open your eyes Dean.” He shook his head, refusing to answer. “You need to see Dean, you need to see what is happening to me, what you’re letting happen to me.”
Letting out a soft, desperate cry he tried in vain to cover his ears. Eyes slammed shut, hands over his ears, he did not anticipate the burning wet caress of familiar fingers on his cheek. Of their own accord his eyes snapped open.
“Dean, how could you let this happen to me?” Sam asked as flames devoured him and chains pulled him apart. His mouth went dry. “Why do you get everything? All I wanted was normal. I didn’t want to be part of this life. I didn’t want to be an abomination. What did I do to deserve this?”
Dean choked on a sob and lowered his eyes, unable to meet his brothers pleading, boiling gaze. His eyes fell to the bucket seat, where Sam’s legs should have been. A whimper passed through his lips as he took in the mangled stubs that once were Sam’s lanky legs.
“Why?” Sam asked, hands stretching out towards him. “Why Dean?”
“Jesus fuck!” Dean exclaimed, trying to avoid the hands reaching from him. A strong arm wrapped around his throat from the backseat, the smell of rotting flesh invading his senses.
“Aren’t I taking such good care of your brother?” purred that infuriatingly calm voice that occasionally haunted his dreams.
“Go to hell,” he retorted.
“But I’m already there, along with both of you brothers, or had you forgotten?”
“Fuck! Fuck Sammy, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so sorry Sammy…”
“Dean,” Sam strained to reach him once more but before he could reach him, the arm that had been cutting off his air reached out and snapped Sam’s wrist.
“Sorry boys, but there will be no tear filled reunion. Sam and I have a date with Michael and Adam in the pit,” Lucifer purred, releasing Dean.
“Sam!” Dean called as he leaped forward to grasp onto his brother. Lucifer only laughed.
“Do you really think he wants to save you Sam?” he purred in Sam’s ear. “He has everything you ever wanted now: the girl, the kid, the house… normality. Why would he want to give all that up for you? You, who have destroyed so much of his life. You, whose love poisoned him, prevented him from loving anyone else. Ignore him Sam, he’s just like all the others, he doesn’t care about you, he’s only trying to fool you. These chains? This fire burning away at your soul? He put them there, not me.”
“Sammy no, I wouldn’t…” but his pleas fell on nothing but open air, confessing his feelings to the ceiling of an empty motel room on some no-name stretch of highway.
The radio clicked on.
~I can’t remember everything, can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I can feel the scream
This terrible silence stops me.
Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up I cannot see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me. ~