Shatter Me With Hope ★

Characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ruby, Castiel, Meg

Description

Wherein Sammy isn’t Dean’s brother, John dies because of a crossroad deal and Dean is just glad there’s someone he can talk to.

***This fic is UA and begins in the season 4 timeline***

Foreword

It all began when Sam was about one year old... A stray dog Dean had begged their father to keep while they were in town and John had reluctantly allowed it while he was solving a case. It was a small dog, barely bigger than Sammy.  Dean had been cooking a can of spaghetti for himself and his brother, the young boy mastering the stove while still so young. His back was turned when Sam had crawled over to the sleeping dog. It was lying on a cushion when little Sammy wrapped small fingers around the dog’s throat and tightened his grasp. The dog woke instantly and began to whine and claw for release, scratching the one year old, but Sam didn’t react, determined to strangle the stray. Dean didn’t hear it until it was too late, he just thought Sammy was being a baby again – pulling at the dogs tail or ears, annoying it so it yelps and growls at him. He dropped the pot to the floor, hot sauce and spaghetti splashing onto the tiles. What he witnessed was worse than a dog being strangled. Sam was stuffing jagged toys – little plastic soldiers and the like – down the poor mutt’s mouth. He forced it further and further, until the toys were spilling from its mouth and blood coated his tiny hands.

Their dad wouldn’t be home for another day, so Dean does what he’s always being told to do: be a good brother, protect Sammy. He puts the dogs body into a plastic bag and heaves it out to the large dumpster a few rooms down. He can’t get it into the bin so he leaves it behind it, tears running down his eyes because he really liked the dog. It was the first pet they ever had and Sam had killed it... But dad couldn’t know about it. So when John returned the next day and queried the mutt’s whereabouts Dean lied, saying it ran away; the sadness was too real for John to realize his boy was lying.

Dean never told on Sammy.

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Sam was different. Sometimes he was almost feral in how he acted, biting and scratching at his father, Dean and Uncle Bobby. He’d break things and cut himself, finger-painting with his own blood.  John wanted to brush it off as post-traumatic-stress, his young mind remembering the flames of his mother above his head, the demon that had attacked them. However as time went on it was obvious there was something seriously wrong with the boy. Both John and Dean had walked in on Sammy with a knife or gun and some poor animal being sliced and diced and shot at.

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Dean was special sometimes. When no one else could calm Sam down, somehow Dean could. It would always end with Sammy dragging him off into a room and locking the door, just lying on the bed, couch or floor wrapped in his big brother arms.

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John can’t control Sam anymore. He knows there’s something seriously wrong and it goes far beyond what he or Bobby – any hunter – could’ve imagined. Sam was a demon.  Or at least, part demon. Dean was in trouble, a demon that ate first born son’s was about to feast on him, Sammy freaked and the demon was filleted in front of them. John was against a pile of broken furniture, bleeding from his side and a possible concussion ringing through his head. He didn’t know what to do, other than bolt to Dean and pull him away from Sam. Whatever the boy was, he wasn’t John’s son.

It occurred more than just that once. And it wasn’t just on demons threatening his family; eventually Sam used his powers to save the demons they were hunting. John was battered and bruised by his own son, to save blood thirsty demons that had no soul.

But despite that fact, John couldn’t bring himself to kill Sam.

He went about pretending it was okay, the next case he lied to them, saying he’d be done in a couple days when it only took one. John sent Dean out on a food run before he left, and while Sam believed he was just going to be alone for half an hour tops, what actually happened was John picked Dean up and left. He lied to Dean, telling him Bobby would pick Sam up and they’d meet at his house.

There was a spell, one that would rid Dean’s mind of Sam and John knew it was necessary. Dean shouldn’t have to live this life knowing his only brother is a demon, something he may one day have to face and kill and John knew that if Dean had that restriction, that obligation, blood would falter him. And then Sam would kill him…