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.
Another empty motel room. He set his bag on the floor and gently placed the other on the bed. He unzipped the bag and carefully withdrew an old hoodie. He walked to the other bed and arranged it on the bed. He walked back to his own bed and took out a pair of pants, arranging them as well. Tilting his head he marveled at his handiwork. He sat on his own bed and flopped onto his side.
~Suddenly you were gone from all the lives you left your mark upon. ~
Cursing, he tried burying his head under the pillow to muffle the music. It was bad enough when he didn’t know the song, but when he knew it, it was that much worse. Freaking Rush. He would never be able to listen to this again. Not that he was going to be able to listen to much of anything at this rate. Every kind of music had been invading his head for who knows how long now. His random visits from Casper the friendly Angel, certainly weren’t helping either.
Looking at the other bed he could swear that something, or someone was filling out the clothes he’d put there. Surely Cas would know better than to mess with him this way. Nothing else would dare to invade his space like this. He watched as the ghostly figure filled out into something he never thought he’d see again.
“Sammy?” he asked tentatively. His hand reached out to touch, but all he felt were cold sheets and even colder clothes. Curses unbidden fell from his lips. Sitting up he reached for his bag, only to pull out the half-empty bottle of whiskey from within. He drank until he could drink no more.
I feel the way you were
I feel the way you were ~
Arms wrapped around his middle, fingers stroking the skin of his arms. Warm breath pulsed against his ear, as a solid weight settled across his back. Groaning he turned under the oppressive touch. Warmth seeped into his skin, scorching him. He could feel the flames of heat licking at his skin. A burning hand pressed against his eyes, preventing him from opening them.
“Shhh…” a deep voice soothed him. He ached at the sound. All the longing that had built up over the weeks, all the pain that had consumed his life burned away at the touch.
“Sammy,” he breathed. Lips brushed along his cheek, searing his skin, causing it to bubble, crack and peel.
His eyes snapped open suddenly. The room was dark, the air was cold and he shivered at the lack of heat. He felt so cold. He felt so dead inside. He wanted to go back to sleep, but feared what would become of him in the morning. What would he become if he lived in his dreams?
Turning he gazed at the empty clothes on the empty bed beside him.Chapter 12