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Fic: Everything We've Yet to Break (17/30)

Title: Everything We've Yet to Break (17: At the Violet Hour)
Author: zubeneschamali
Rating: R (language, violence)
Genre: Gen
Length: under 30K total; this chapter, 987 words
Spoilers: through the end of Season Four
Summary: What if Sam and Dean knew one crucial piece of information about the future before Dean's deal came due? Would it have changed everything, or would the end result have been the same? AU version of Season Four, written for spn_30snapshots .

Master table is here. Prompt for this chapter: dusk.



Sam was surprised that Bedford, Iowa, had a full-fledged coffee shop, let alone one with lattes this good. Taking another sip from his cup, he watched Nick approach with his own drink in hand. "Nice place," the FBI agent said, sliding into the booth across from Sam.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. He looked out the plate-glass window at bucolic Main Street. The streetlights were beginning to come on as the day drew to a close, the western sky shading upwards from liquid gold at the horizon to a deep, dark violet-blue overhead.

He idly wondered if any of the passers-by were planning on heading for the strip club tonight. Three days in town, and he wasn't any closer to catching the siren. Dean had perked up briefly at the prospect of a case involving actual strippers, but it hadn't lasted long, leaving Sam on his own except for Nick.

Dean had gone even more distant since Sam's first successful no-hands exorcism, and Sam had finally accepted that when Dean said he was okay with it, he'd been lying through his teeth. Not knowing what else to do, Sam kept trying to find them cases that didn't have demonic overtones to keep the subject from coming up. But he needed the practice if he was going to go up against Lilith, and he was beginning to wonder if he was going to have to drop Dean off at Bobby's and get onto business himself.

"So you think it's really just one woman, making herself look like all of these different people?" Nick asked, taking a swig of his coffee.

"It makes sense," Sam said with a shrug. In my crazy, fucked-up world, that is. "I'm thinking we should stake out the club tonight and see if anyone leaving fits the victims' profile."

"Wait outside a strip club for a woman to go home with a guy?" Nick shook his head. "It'll take more than two people to track them all. What about your brother?"

"He's not feeling well," Sam said with a look that said, Subject closed.

"That's too bad," Nick replied. "We could use the extra set of eyes."

"Yeah, well, it's not going to happen." Sam pushed his cup aside and slid out of the booth. "I'll be right back."

He ducked into the restroom and tried not to think of how much he wished it was Dean here with him, even if he'd have been giving him crap about the whipped cream and the flavoring in his drink. Sam had the feeling he could walk around the motel room in a dress and high heels and Dean wouldn't say a word. He'd started to wonder if it was even possible to pull Dean out of the depression he'd sunk into.

Back in the main room, Sam took his seat across from Nick. "Good coffee?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's great." Nick watched him take a sip of what was now a lukewarm toffee nut latte. "So, let's say she is drugging her vics. How's she pulling that off?"

"She could be injecting them," Sam replied, laying out the scenarios he'd already considered but hadn't been able to share with anyone. "Or passing the toxin through physical contact."

Nick nodded, his eyes on the cup Sam had set on the formica table. "Or, it could be in her saliva."

Sam pondered that for a moment. Sure, a stripper could easily have gotten the victims a drink and put something in it while they weren't looking—

Oh. A flutter of fear shimmered across his gut, and he stared at his coffee cup. Oh, shit.

"You really shouldn't have left your drink alone, Sam."

He looked up sharply, and something cold slid down his spine. Nick was regarding him coolly from across the table. The knowing look in his eyes told Sam just how screwed he was. Whatever the siren had done to its victims had just been done to him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Panic started to build within him, and he wondered if he had time to call Dean to warn him.

"I should be your big brother, Sam," Nick said gently.

Sam stared at him. He already had a big brother…sort of. Did he really? Dean had almost looked afraid when Sam had exorcised that demon, and the way he kept deferring to Sam was driving him up the wall. Not that he liked being told what to do, but Dean being the one in charge had been the bedrock of Sam's life for as long back as he could remember. Having to carry the weight for both of them over the past few months was slowly but surely crushing Sam's soul.

"Dean, he…" Nick shook his head. "You can't count on him. Not like you can count on me."

That was for damn sure. Nick had been with him this whole case, had listened to his suggestions and treated him as an equal. Not like Dean, who'd been holed up in the motel room with his new best friend José Cuervo.

"In fact," Nick said more firmly, "I really feel like you should get him out of the way. So that we can be brothers. Forever."

He looked up at Nick, and the sincerity and hopefulness in the other man's eyes matched the tone of his voice. It made sense, Sam thought, nodding slowly. What Nick was saying made sense.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Yeah, you're right." He hadn't thought of it that way before, but now he knew what he had to do.

He looked out the window. Dusk had fallen, the last glimmer of gold about to fade from the horizon. Dean would probably have already passed out, worthless piece of crap that he was. It wouldn't take any effort at all. Maybe Sam could even do it hands-free.

And then he'd have a real big brother. Forever.

(Next chapter)

Comments

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starmage2
Dec. 11th, 2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
I was hoping Sam would still hook up with the Doc but I can't wait to see how the confrontation between the brothers go.
zubeneschamali
Dec. 12th, 2009 03:02 pm (UTC)
I didn't intend for Sam to get even less action in this AU, but it seems that's the way it's going...
tabaqui
Dec. 12th, 2009 04:58 pm (UTC)
Oh so creepy....
*shivers*
zubeneschamali
Dec. 13th, 2009 03:39 am (UTC)
Thank you! Creepiness is one of the aspects of the original that I definitely wanted to keep...
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zubeneschamali
Dec. 13th, 2009 03:40 am (UTC)
One confrontation coming right up...with special bonus aftermath!
abrakadabrah
Dec. 20th, 2009 04:02 am (UTC)
Wow, that was definitely creepy.
zubeneschamali
Dec. 20th, 2009 08:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I think. o_O
abrakadabrah
Dec. 20th, 2009 09:54 pm (UTC)
In a good way.

And it was also an interesting twist to see Sam falling into the trap and being the oblivious one. But also how real the anger on both sides was - and how easy it was to subvert that into rift, hatred and murder.

I'm suspecting something like that is going to have to happen at some point during Season 5, because otherwise I'm not seeing where the dramatic tension comes in this year, or how Lucifer comes close in his prediction that Sam says yes in Detroit.
zubeneschamali
Dec. 20th, 2009 10:15 pm (UTC)
At this point, the only thing I can see that would get Sam to say yes is if Lucifer threatens not only to kill Dean (since Dean withstood a threat to kill Sam, Sam has to be strong enough to do the same), but to send him back to Hell. Or Sam might never say yes...but somehow I doubt it. :(
abrakadabrah
Dec. 20th, 2009 11:43 pm (UTC)
I dunno. I think there has to be a bit of a shakeup dramatically speaking - after last year - with the boys on such good behavior, it feels a bit dull as well. But I'm just remembering, from this piece above, how much anger lies under the surface.

Now some of that has been resolved, but surely not all of it.

And I can't imagine Sam would say yes in his right mind. But if things got kooky, like they did in the story above - and that hatred got tapped somehow - Lucifer said Sam had to say yes freely, but he didn't say that he had to be in his right mind when he did it. So, I'm not saying there's going to be another succubus, just that there could be circumstances where the volatility of their emotions rise to the surface in a way it hasn't recently.

For one thing, Dean is going to begin to feel awfully guilty about "killing Jo and Ellen", because him falling down led directly to their deaths - and even worse because of the emotional epiphany he seemed to have had about Jo in their final moments together. And with he and Sam not having a clue how to proceed now that the Colt is out while people around them continue to die - and knowing what Dean thinks he knows about a possible future - I imagine the pressure is going to start building up again.

And Sam, I imagine is going to go all inward and guilty and angry about being Lucifer's vessel, in this position, the cause of so much suffering.

They've got to clash at some point really hard.

And anyway, if they don't, where is the story?
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