ohsam | This is no place like home 3/?

Title: This is no place like home.
Author:

gooferdusty
Pairing/ Characters: Sam, Dean.(This is gen, for now but will become slash i think!)
Rating: R this chapter
Warnings: None really, apart from it could be spoilery for season 6.(some gore this chapter)
Disclaimer: Not making a penny profit, don't own the boys, no hurt intended, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Summary: There are things that Dean knows are a given. Since his brother's return he isn't so sure anymore. The one place that's home suddenly isn't.
A/N: This is something that my muse leapt on me what with all the season 6 angst flying around. I don't think its too spoilery, but then ive been wrong before! Anyway i figured its about time i took the bull by the horns and attempted to post one of my fics here (more to come with this soon) Not really used to posting on lj so if it all goes belly up you have been warned!

Dean checked in the bathroom before walking out to where the Impala was still parked no sign of ‘Sam’ anywhere. Dean trudged slowly back to the motel room locking the door behind him, it was then he noticed Sam’s missing duffel. Wherever the thing wearing his brother’s face had gone it didn’t intend on coming back. Dean slumped wearily onto the bed, running a hand through his hair before collapsing backwards on the lumpy mattress. Maybe the thing pretending to be Sam had finally gotten bored of its little game, maybe it had left to go and cause trouble some place else. Either way Dean was too tired to care. It was somebody else’s problem now.

The past few months were finally catching up with him. He was tired, so god damn tired, but more than that he ached with grief. The loss of his little brother hurt, a bone deep hurt so bad that sometimes it was all he could do to keep breathing. When he thought about where Sam, the real Sam was, he felt sick. Worse than that he felt like a failure. His whole life he had looked out for the kid, from his first word to his first kiss he had been there for Sam, but when the chips were down and it really counted he had let him down. Alone in a grubby motel room Dean cried bitter tears of self recrimination before exhaustion eventually pulled him under.

Heavy metal chains clanked together, the noise deafening in the eerie silence. Sam hung from the ceiling in the dimly lit room, the thick barbs of rusty meat hooks puncturing his skin, causing his flesh to stretch and tear where it strained to take his weight. The sound of laughing filled the room followed by a voice, cold, mocking.

“You didn’t really think he could save you, did you Sam?”

“You know you never really stood a chance don’t you?”

“Sure, Dean talks a good game but we both know who you really belong to don’t we?” “You have always been mine Sam, you were only ever on loan to that brother of yours.”

Suddenly the body of a man appeared in the room, as if conjured from the air itself. It stood before Sam, reaching out to run a long finger down Sam’s naked bloody torso smiling as he did so. Lucifer.

“If you ask me he did a pretty piss poor job of looking after you, but its ok, you’re home now.”

Sam twisted on the heavy chains trying to pull away from Lucifer’s touch.

“Shut your mouth.” Sam snarled. “You don’t know crap about my brother.”

Lucifer stepped in even closer to Sam laughing as he did so. “I know he let you sacrifice yourself so he could go and play happy families.” “He’s up there as we speak, with that pretty girl of his.” “While you’re screaming down here, your lungs choking on sulphur he’s topside fucking her.”

Lucifer leant in stroking the side of Sam’s face. “You’re yesterday’s news Sam, long forgotten.” “Dean never wanted you, you were baggage, a burden, Sam and his freaky powers, he’s finally rid of you and he couldn’t be happier.”

Tears tracked their way through the swollen bloody mess of Sam’s face. “ No, no y..y. you’re wrong” Sam begged.

“He’s not worth your tears Sam, not worth your devotion.” “I’m the only one who cares, the only one who ever has.” “Tell me who cares Sam.”

Sam looked away remaining silent.

Lucifer, angered by Sam’s silence shook the chains Sam was hanging from causing his flesh to tear further.

“Tell me who cares.”

Sam turned his face to Lucifer. “Dean” He wheezed, Summoning his last strength to spit in Lucifer’s face.

Lucifer wiped angrily at the bloody spittle running down his face. “Wrong answer Sam.”

Sam's screams split the air as his still beating heart was torn from his chest.

“SAAAMMM!”

Dean lurches violently into the waking world, fighting for every breath. His nightmare, the sound of his little brother’s tortured screams still clinging to his clammy skin. Giving up on sleep, Dean threw back the sweat soaked sheets and made for the shower. Standing under the spray Dean tried not to re live his nightmare, tried not to hear Lucifer’s taunting words, tried not to think about how he had let Sam down. Dean knew there would be no respite from his nightmares, not until he got Sam back. He had allowed himself to get side tracked. He had wanted to believe so badly that the creature wearing Sam's face was his brother; he had wanted to believe Bobby and Cas when they said it was Sam. He’d been stupid, he’d let Sam down again. Instead of tearing up the earth looking for a way to save Sam he’d let himself be fooled into thinking he had his brother back, all the while Sam had been screaming in the cage, begging for his big brother. Enough was enough; he was through being a failure. He was damn well going to get his little brother back, if Bobby and Cas wouldn’t help fine, he’d do it alone. He’d lost enough time as it was.

“I’m coming Sammy” Dean sobbed, salt tears draining away with the lukewarm water. “I’m coming little brother.”

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