Untitled #11 (Gen, PG-13)
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pixel_0Title: Untitled #11
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen AU oneshot
Word Count: 648
Characters: Dean and a shapeshifter
Spoilers: S1: “Skin”
Summary: AU: The shapeshifter takes the appearance of Sam instead of Dean. [slash or gen]
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_nostalgia.
Disclaimer: The following characters and situations are used without permission of the creators, owners, and further affiliates of the television show, Supernatural, to whom they rightly belong. I claim only what is mine, and I make no money off what is theirs.
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“Dean, Dean,” the shapeshifter sings. “Big brother, Dean.” The creature pokes his head out from behind the mess of tangled plumbing and smiles, and the expression on Sam’s face is wicked and hollow. Dean has never seen Sam appear so dark before, not even in his angriest moments, and he twists in the chair where the creature has tied him. He needs to get out so he can warn Sam, warn Sam’s friends that this monster is out there and not to trust anything they see.
“You’re not going to get away with this,” Dean says, struggling.
“Get away with what?” the shapeshifter asks innocently enough. He’s playing with a knife in the corner of the room, partially obscured by the dripping pipes.
“With whatever you’re planning. Sam will stop you.”
The shapeshifter murmurs, an indifferent noise in response. “Sam? Stop me?” The creature comes around the corner fully now, large knife in hand, and looks at Dean sitting below him. “The funny thing about that is, I am Sam.” The creature snickers. “Sam I am, hm?” The morose humor is lost with Dean, who only scowls as the shapeshifter comes closer. “Not a Seuss fan? Hm. Well then.”
“Shut up. Pick a different face. Pick somebody else.”
“You know why Sam left for college, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” Dean repeats. He doesn't want to be hearing this. Doesn't want to hear Sam’s accusations and wishes through stolen lips.
“He left because he was tired of living in your shadow. Daddy’s little golden boy, always doing things right and never questioning orders. How was Sam…” He pauses, and a smirk forms crooked on the side of his face. “How was I supposed to compete with that when all I wanted was a safe life? A life away from your dad and monsters and hunting?” When Dean doesn’t respond, the shapeshifter crouches in front of him. It’s eerie, looking into Sam’s face like this where the hair is perfectly placed and the skin is perfectly tanned, but there’s a glimmer of darkness behind the eyes, and it’s just enough for Dean to know otherwise. “Do you remember the night I asked you to leave with me?”
“Shut up. You don’t know anything about that night.”
“Sure I do. I know everything, Dean. I was there, remember? The night that Dad yelled and kicked me out of the house and you chased me down the road. You begged me to come back, didn’t you? Come to my senses because you couldn’t bear to live without me.” The creature laughs, a short, bitter note. “Because suddenly you realized how very alone you’d be once I left.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh? Then tell me, what was it like? You didn’t want to be alone in the house when Dad left for his weeklong trips. You didn’t want to have to stay up all night, wondering if Dad was going to come home drunk or dying and have to clean up after him all by yourself. You just wanted me there to ease your own selfish pain and misery. You didn’t give a rat’s ass what I wanted out of life. You were only thinking of yourself…as you always do.”
The creature stands, moves away after a light slap to Dean’s face. “Well, you know what, Dean? Now, I don’t have to worry about you trying to get in the way of things. I can do whatever I want, and I don’t have to think about you and your stupid selfishness. I can go away to college, see the world, and I won’t have you on my back, clinging to me because you’re too scared to live alone.” The creature sighs, twirls the knife loosely in his hand, and says, “I won’t have to worry about you anymore.”
He tosses a bag, heavy and thick, over Dean’s head, and everything goes dark.
End
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen AU oneshot
Word Count: 648
Characters: Dean and a shapeshifter
Spoilers: S1: “Skin”
Summary: AU: The shapeshifter takes the appearance of Sam instead of Dean. [slash or gen]
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: Written for
spn_nostalgia.Disclaimer: The following characters and situations are used without permission of the creators, owners, and further affiliates of the television show, Supernatural, to whom they rightly belong. I claim only what is mine, and I make no money off what is theirs.
“Dean, Dean,” the shapeshifter sings. “Big brother, Dean.” The creature pokes his head out from behind the mess of tangled plumbing and smiles, and the expression on Sam’s face is wicked and hollow. Dean has never seen Sam appear so dark before, not even in his angriest moments, and he twists in the chair where the creature has tied him. He needs to get out so he can warn Sam, warn Sam’s friends that this monster is out there and not to trust anything they see.
“You’re not going to get away with this,” Dean says, struggling.
“Get away with what?” the shapeshifter asks innocently enough. He’s playing with a knife in the corner of the room, partially obscured by the dripping pipes.
“With whatever you’re planning. Sam will stop you.”
The shapeshifter murmurs, an indifferent noise in response. “Sam? Stop me?” The creature comes around the corner fully now, large knife in hand, and looks at Dean sitting below him. “The funny thing about that is, I am Sam.” The creature snickers. “Sam I am, hm?” The morose humor is lost with Dean, who only scowls as the shapeshifter comes closer. “Not a Seuss fan? Hm. Well then.”
“Shut up. Pick a different face. Pick somebody else.”
“You know why Sam left for college, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” Dean repeats. He doesn't want to be hearing this. Doesn't want to hear Sam’s accusations and wishes through stolen lips.
“He left because he was tired of living in your shadow. Daddy’s little golden boy, always doing things right and never questioning orders. How was Sam…” He pauses, and a smirk forms crooked on the side of his face. “How was I supposed to compete with that when all I wanted was a safe life? A life away from your dad and monsters and hunting?” When Dean doesn’t respond, the shapeshifter crouches in front of him. It’s eerie, looking into Sam’s face like this where the hair is perfectly placed and the skin is perfectly tanned, but there’s a glimmer of darkness behind the eyes, and it’s just enough for Dean to know otherwise. “Do you remember the night I asked you to leave with me?”
“Shut up. You don’t know anything about that night.”
“Sure I do. I know everything, Dean. I was there, remember? The night that Dad yelled and kicked me out of the house and you chased me down the road. You begged me to come back, didn’t you? Come to my senses because you couldn’t bear to live without me.” The creature laughs, a short, bitter note. “Because suddenly you realized how very alone you’d be once I left.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh? Then tell me, what was it like? You didn’t want to be alone in the house when Dad left for his weeklong trips. You didn’t want to have to stay up all night, wondering if Dad was going to come home drunk or dying and have to clean up after him all by yourself. You just wanted me there to ease your own selfish pain and misery. You didn’t give a rat’s ass what I wanted out of life. You were only thinking of yourself…as you always do.”
The creature stands, moves away after a light slap to Dean’s face. “Well, you know what, Dean? Now, I don’t have to worry about you trying to get in the way of things. I can do whatever I want, and I don’t have to think about you and your stupid selfishness. I can go away to college, see the world, and I won’t have you on my back, clinging to me because you’re too scared to live alone.” The creature sighs, twirls the knife loosely in his hand, and says, “I won’t have to worry about you anymore.”
He tosses a bag, heavy and thick, over Dean’s head, and everything goes dark.
End
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Date: 2008-09-03 03:50 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D