The Long Calendar (mature)
Apr. 6th, 2015 01:10 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Warnings: Torture, implied possible non-con/rape, trauma, alcoholism, dark themes, mental illness.
Summary: Post-Swan Song AU. One time a month every month on Earth, Sam leaves the Cage and visits Dean for one day. Heed the warnings. A little mentally hurt!Dean, a lot of mentally/physically hurt!Sam (sort of physically, anyway, but off-screen?). It's all gen! Platonic brother closeness here.
The first month Sam had returned from the Cage, Dean was sitting on the couch drinking a cold beer, trying to help the hangover he’d inflicted on himself the night before — one month, exactly, after Sam had jumped. Now, the son-of-a-bitch was sitting on the floor right in front of him with blood on his clothes and a wild, confused look in his eye. He scooped him up (he should have fucking tested him with silver, holy water, whatever, doesn’t fucking matter) and cradled him; said Sam’s name over and over, disbelieving, at a loss. Sam smiled and laughed, and clutched him back.
"What the fuck, man?! What the fuck?!"
"I don’t know," Sam rasped, "I don’t know, I don’t know—"
Castiel didn’t have good news, when Dean called for him.
Read the rest over HERE!
Summary: Post-Swan Song AU. One time a month every month on Earth, Sam leaves the Cage and visits Dean for one day. Heed the warnings. A little mentally hurt!Dean, a lot of mentally/physically hurt!Sam (sort of physically, anyway, but off-screen?). It's all gen! Platonic brother closeness here.
The first month Sam had returned from the Cage, Dean was sitting on the couch drinking a cold beer, trying to help the hangover he’d inflicted on himself the night before — one month, exactly, after Sam had jumped. Now, the son-of-a-bitch was sitting on the floor right in front of him with blood on his clothes and a wild, confused look in his eye. He scooped him up (he should have fucking tested him with silver, holy water, whatever, doesn’t fucking matter) and cradled him; said Sam’s name over and over, disbelieving, at a loss. Sam smiled and laughed, and clutched him back.
"What the fuck, man?! What the fuck?!"
"I don’t know," Sam rasped, "I don’t know, I don’t know—"
Castiel didn’t have good news, when Dean called for him.
Read the rest over HERE!