Fic:Drop by Drop- Spn
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kelly_girl
Title: Drop by Drop
Pairing: Sam and Dean, can be seen as pre-wincest
Genre: Gen, or pre-slash
Rating: R
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made.
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sandersyager and slashyme for the cheerleading and pointing out of things.
Summary: It's a waiting game
Drop by drop
Water drips somewhere and Dean counts the drops, getting to one hundred before he gets bored. He’s tied, belly down to a wooden table, his arms stretched out on either side of him. He’d been down here free to roam the small room for five days before Sam had the table brought in, along with rope and chains.
Since he can’t see the very small window he’s fallen in love with, he has no clue how long he’s been tied down like some animal.
No one else knows Dean’s weaknesses like his little brother. He has no problem lying on his stomach to sleep in the hundreds and thousands of motels across the country, but in those situations his hand is near the knife under his pillow.
Down here he has nothing, not even clothes. If that’s designed to make him feel vulnerable, it hasn’t yet. No one comes down here but Sam, and he’s been naked in front of his brother at various times since they were kids.
Sometimes the room’s too cold, but he doesn’t mention it to Sam because he’d see it as another tool that has the potential to break him. Even now, after pain and sorrow, madness and grief, he can’t say they’re enemies. He tries to think that he’s down here strapped to a table because Sam’s a demanding, stubborn bitch.
Dean laughs to himself and makes a note to tell his brother that, just so he can see the look on his face. He sighs and tries to go back to sleep; he has to be ready, he’ll need his strength, but the dripping water keeps him up, and has him wondering if Sammy’s discovered some sort of new torture.
Soon, Sam will be in to see him because he never misses a day. There’s no clock down here, but Dean’s sure he even shows up at the same time. He wonders if Sam has a schedule in that geek head where every night from 6-8 he makes time to torture his big brother.
Every day it’s the same thing. He’s given food and made to eat, whether he feels like it or not, and then he gets a shower. Afterwards, he’s locked back onto the table and Sam asks one question. Dean says no and Sam tries to ‘convince’ him.
Brute force hasn’t been used yet because his brother knows that it would only make Dean more stubborn. No, he uses a knife but no fists. Dean’s back is a dull throbbing heat, carved with something that Sam did.
Dean had groaned and screamed as the knife cut some unknown pattern into his skin, Sam straddling him and holding him still even though it wasn’t needed with the rope around his wrists and around his neck.
He’d really cursed and tried to move when he’d felt Sam licking the blood off of his back. He’d called him insane and Sam had started giving him some college lecture about the nature of insanity. When Dean yawned with exaggeration Sam had stopped talking and went back to cutting.
Down here in the dark with the sound of water dripping getting louder and louder, Dean knows he’s going to give in. He knew that from the first time Sam had thrown him down here. He can hold out for awhile but this is Sam, his brother, the only person left in the world that loves him, the only one left that he loves.
His surrender is inevitable and they both know it. After he says yes, Sam will go back to dismantling the world continent by continent, and Dean will watch as his brother remakes the world the way a child shakes an etch-a-sketch.
A door opens and footsteps scrape across cold stone as Sam appears in his line of sight with a smile and a flat box that smells like pizza.
~~~~~~~
Drip by Drip
Sam stops on the bottom step to enjoy the sight before him. His brother has always been strength, power and protection. Even tied to a table Dean still looks dangerous, ready to spring into action at any moment. Something warm and comfortable curls up inside his stomach. Dean is his and has been so his entire life, but he just didn’t see it.
Now, he does. He sees so many things that were hiding beneath lies or ignorance. He meets his brother’s eyes and awareness zings through him. It’ll be soon. Maybe tonight or tomorrow night, Dean will say yes when Sam asks him to submit. He’ll say yes and stop fighting Sam so much.
He understands that Dean has to fight and be obstinate, and that’s okay. He can’t really hurt his brother, just like he knows Dean can’t really hurt him. He’s chipping away at Dean’s mountain-like stubbornness, but Sam is like water and in the end water wears down even rock.
After this is over he’ll tell Dean about the cuts on his back, how they were done with love and care, lines and curls all carved into a pattern that will help Dean become even stronger. His blood had been like sugar sizzling on his tongue.
No one is allowed down here, no one but him will see Dean like this and think he’s up for grabs. He’d tear anyone apart that dared even think of hurting his brother, and then he’d get really pissed.
He can’t wait until the day Dean looks up, green eyes focused one hundred percent on him and says, yes. Yes to everything Sam wants and needs. Then they’ll remake the world like Sam dreams of doing. Only Dean can understand what he wants to accomplish and only Dean can tell him if it will work or to think of something else.
He hungers for that blunt honesty. He’s got ‘yes’ people but he’ll only trust Dean to tell him ‘no,’ without it being for his own gain.
He’s looking forward to doing so many things with his brother once he gives in like they both know he will.
He unties Dean and begins their nightly ritual of persuasion.
End
Pairing: Sam and Dean, can be seen as pre-wincest
Genre: Gen, or pre-slash
Rating: R
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made.
A/N: Thanks to
sandersyager and slashyme for the cheerleading and pointing out of things.Summary: It's a waiting game
Drop by drop
Water drips somewhere and Dean counts the drops, getting to one hundred before he gets bored. He’s tied, belly down to a wooden table, his arms stretched out on either side of him. He’d been down here free to roam the small room for five days before Sam had the table brought in, along with rope and chains.
Since he can’t see the very small window he’s fallen in love with, he has no clue how long he’s been tied down like some animal.
No one else knows Dean’s weaknesses like his little brother. He has no problem lying on his stomach to sleep in the hundreds and thousands of motels across the country, but in those situations his hand is near the knife under his pillow.
Down here he has nothing, not even clothes. If that’s designed to make him feel vulnerable, it hasn’t yet. No one comes down here but Sam, and he’s been naked in front of his brother at various times since they were kids.
Sometimes the room’s too cold, but he doesn’t mention it to Sam because he’d see it as another tool that has the potential to break him. Even now, after pain and sorrow, madness and grief, he can’t say they’re enemies. He tries to think that he’s down here strapped to a table because Sam’s a demanding, stubborn bitch.
Dean laughs to himself and makes a note to tell his brother that, just so he can see the look on his face. He sighs and tries to go back to sleep; he has to be ready, he’ll need his strength, but the dripping water keeps him up, and has him wondering if Sammy’s discovered some sort of new torture.
Soon, Sam will be in to see him because he never misses a day. There’s no clock down here, but Dean’s sure he even shows up at the same time. He wonders if Sam has a schedule in that geek head where every night from 6-8 he makes time to torture his big brother.
Every day it’s the same thing. He’s given food and made to eat, whether he feels like it or not, and then he gets a shower. Afterwards, he’s locked back onto the table and Sam asks one question. Dean says no and Sam tries to ‘convince’ him.
Brute force hasn’t been used yet because his brother knows that it would only make Dean more stubborn. No, he uses a knife but no fists. Dean’s back is a dull throbbing heat, carved with something that Sam did.
Dean had groaned and screamed as the knife cut some unknown pattern into his skin, Sam straddling him and holding him still even though it wasn’t needed with the rope around his wrists and around his neck.
He’d really cursed and tried to move when he’d felt Sam licking the blood off of his back. He’d called him insane and Sam had started giving him some college lecture about the nature of insanity. When Dean yawned with exaggeration Sam had stopped talking and went back to cutting.
Down here in the dark with the sound of water dripping getting louder and louder, Dean knows he’s going to give in. He knew that from the first time Sam had thrown him down here. He can hold out for awhile but this is Sam, his brother, the only person left in the world that loves him, the only one left that he loves.
His surrender is inevitable and they both know it. After he says yes, Sam will go back to dismantling the world continent by continent, and Dean will watch as his brother remakes the world the way a child shakes an etch-a-sketch.
A door opens and footsteps scrape across cold stone as Sam appears in his line of sight with a smile and a flat box that smells like pizza.
~~~~~~~
Drip by Drip
Sam stops on the bottom step to enjoy the sight before him. His brother has always been strength, power and protection. Even tied to a table Dean still looks dangerous, ready to spring into action at any moment. Something warm and comfortable curls up inside his stomach. Dean is his and has been so his entire life, but he just didn’t see it.
Now, he does. He sees so many things that were hiding beneath lies or ignorance. He meets his brother’s eyes and awareness zings through him. It’ll be soon. Maybe tonight or tomorrow night, Dean will say yes when Sam asks him to submit. He’ll say yes and stop fighting Sam so much.
He understands that Dean has to fight and be obstinate, and that’s okay. He can’t really hurt his brother, just like he knows Dean can’t really hurt him. He’s chipping away at Dean’s mountain-like stubbornness, but Sam is like water and in the end water wears down even rock.
After this is over he’ll tell Dean about the cuts on his back, how they were done with love and care, lines and curls all carved into a pattern that will help Dean become even stronger. His blood had been like sugar sizzling on his tongue.
No one is allowed down here, no one but him will see Dean like this and think he’s up for grabs. He’d tear anyone apart that dared even think of hurting his brother, and then he’d get really pissed.
He can’t wait until the day Dean looks up, green eyes focused one hundred percent on him and says, yes. Yes to everything Sam wants and needs. Then they’ll remake the world like Sam dreams of doing. Only Dean can understand what he wants to accomplish and only Dean can tell him if it will work or to think of something else.
He hungers for that blunt honesty. He’s got ‘yes’ people but he’ll only trust Dean to tell him ‘no,’ without it being for his own gain.
He’s looking forward to doing so many things with his brother once he gives in like they both know he will.
He unties Dean and begins their nightly ritual of persuasion.
End
