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Prompt: Dean+Sam, Sam gets sick

This one-shot is dedicated to Jamie, who gave the prompt, to Dani who hates me and to Casey, who just likes pain

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Taking cancer on the road is not easy for the Winchesters. Taking cancer on the road is a pain in the ass. Taking cancer on the road is against the rules.  Sam needs rest, doctor says, rest and relaxation so his death can be peaceful.

Taking cancer on the road is the last thing they should be doing.

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"So you're not gonna go crazy but I am?" Sam asked, brow furrowing, "That doesn't seem very fair Dean," The pain of the ordeal was already fading, though Sam still felt shaken. Dean had that effect though, soothing, able to make Sam forget about things that had scared him.

scarredbyxhellfire; au; i can see the light

“Not me,” Dean said pridefully. A smirk appeared on his lips as he continued, “I’m not gonna lose my head. Sure, there’s crazy sons of bitches out there, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna go crazy with this life.” The older brother truly was confident about this. If only he knew what lies ahead for him.

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"Aren't all hunters insane by twenty five? I though that was in the job description," Sam smiled back tiredly, scrubbing a hand over his face, "Yeah, it was probably nothing. Just a weird dream from my weird brain," That didn't explain the crazy ass headache though, but Sam wasn't mentioning that.

scarredbyxhellfire; au; i can see the light

Dean looked at his brother strangely. “Dude, are you okay?” he asked. Sam wasn’t normally like this. Sure, once or twice he’d seen Sam a bit discombobulated but this was new. He was aware of the fact that Sam had nightmares every once in a while, but he was never like this after waking up. The older brother was growing worried for the younger. 

“Is there something you need to tell me, Sam?” He got to his feet, his legs threatening to collapse beneath him, making him fall back on the bed, but he didn’t give in. 

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Sighing, Sam figured he wasn't going to get out of this easily. He managed to catch the painkillers but it took him several attempts to open the bottle with his trembling hands. When he finally did he shook two onto his hand and swallowed them dry. Smiling slightly he shook his head at Dean's 'joke'. "It was...weird. Like it wasn't even a nightmare really. It was just gold and silver and these two people that looked they were glowing. Every time they tried to talk, though, it just sounded like screaming. It hurt."

scarredbyxhellfire; au; i can see the light

Dean looked at his brother strangely. “Dude, are you okay?” he asked. Sam wasn’t normally like this. Sure, once or twice he’d seen Sam a bit discombobulated but this was new. He was aware of the fact that Sam had nightmares every once in a while, but he was never like this after waking up. The older brother was growing worried for the younger. 

“Is there something you need to tell me, Sam?” He got to his feet, his legs threatening to collapse beneath him, making him fall back on the bed, but he didn’t give in. 

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"It's less of a dislike for the Earth, more for the...things that inhabit it," And tha was all Sam had time to say because the next thing he knew he was in another place, his ears ringing and his head swimming. He was going to get used to that when he had his wings, he was sure of it, but for now he focused on keeping his stomach under wraps. Wouldn't have to eat when he had his grace back either.

"I fell in Laurence, Kansas," His voice was quiet, part of his attention absorbed with looking at the tools. As much as he disliked humans, he disliked the practice of harming them even more. It was one of the reasons he'd always despised hellspawn. "It won't be there though. I felt it land and it was no where near me," One of the many downsides of falling. You landed twice, once in your body and once with your grace. And grace magnified pain a thousand times.

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A sham, this partnership, even the idea of it; an angel and a demon made poor bedfellows, though the screaming could be nice. Smirking a little as the angel weighed his choices and finally spit out his name, Dean rocked on his heels, eyes flicking over his body. “Samal? Never heard of you.” He knew that name. It had been in the dossier, on a list of the more dangerous seraphim that could and had leveled entire garrisons of demons single-handedly. The heat that crawled up Dean’s spine at the thought wasn’t entirely hatred and battle fervor.

“Well, Sammy, I’m Dean. Nice t’meet you,” he purred, sarcasm like smoke as it slid over his tongue. This was an opportunity he’d never expected to fall into his lap, but damn if he wasn’t going to wring the angel for every bit of aggravation he could. A slow grin curving a sinful mouth, the demon held out a hand, green eyes sparking fire. “Deal. We have a deal.”

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Not really a small voice in Sam said meekly, but Sam knew he probably wouldn't be able to get away with that, "It was...it was less like a dream," God, he didn't want to seem like a freak but the truth was the truth, "Like a vision almost, I don't know how to explain it Dean, but it was really fucking weird,"

Yeah, good job on the don't seem like a freak front. But now Sam had questions and one of them sort of spilled out before he had a chance to think, "Dean was I adopted?"

biberevenenumauro; brother complex; au

Dean grimaced. “Sammy,” he sighed, helping him out of his shirt, wary about the way his little brother was shaking and sweating and debated on waking their dad up. “Come on,” he murmured, ushering Sam back into their room and sitting him down on the bed before tossing Sam a dry shirt and running back out of the room to re-fill the water glass.

“Here,” he said when he came back, sitting down next to his brother and carefully pouring it into his mouth himself before setting the cup onto the nightstand beside Sam’s bed. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked, unsure about the look in Sam’s eyes.

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Seeing the recognition flicker through the demon's eyes gave Sam a flare of pride. He knew he'd been a scary angel, but it was nice to have it confirmed, though there was no way the demon's expression had conveyed fear. More like...curiosity. Sam wasn't completely oblivious about the demon's identity either though. Seemed that no one had the upper hand when it came to knowledge here.

Eyeing the hand with distaste, Sam slowly reached out, gripping it in his own. "Deal, assistant the Morningstar," Sam's voice dripped with a knowledge that made him feel powerful, "That is what you were, wasn't it? Last I heard, anyway," It was one of the reasons Sam had sought out this demon. He had dealt with fallen angels before, though ones clearly more powerful than Sam. It was a slightly comforting thought. Though Sam disagreed with Lucifer's method, their thoughts were basically the same. Akin, almost. A comforting thought, definitely.

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“And here I thought my kind were the liars,” Dean growled back, green eyes nearly the color of acid as he sneers the words. It’s so tempting to let his full power out, to show it completely and crush this little wingless prat into a smear on the floor as he cowers in terror. Only the curiosity at the audacity kept him still, with subtle undertones of not wanting to announce his identity in the middle of a demon-frequented bar. It was one of his only pressing concerns, really, making sure that who and what he really was never became public knowledge to the demon populace. He kept his aura masked, his insides the same blank, ugly black, his eyes a flat beetle-colored filter. It was too far to make himself stink of the same sulfur reek; he merely suppressed as much as he could the smell of ice and death on himself and called it good enough.

“Protection?” He asked quietly, eyes narrowing. There was very, very little in the world that could actually hurt him now, after twelve hundred years of training. The Morningstar had trained him particularly well against angels, the holy beings that posed the greatest threat; there was nothing Dean was better prepared to kill. There wasn’t much that he wanted that he couldn’t get for himself, but the idea of an angel in debt to him was pleasing in the most sadistic of ways. Give him some task, watch as he had to work for it, humiliated as Dean would be, no doubt, and then as the so-called prize was handed over… He would not die easy, this angel. A gleam of green and black showed briefly in his eyes as he wondered what angel blood tasted like. Making a show of looking frustrated and backed into a corner, he muttered, “Fine. I’ve been bored lately, and there’s a favor I need. Give me your word and your name, and we’ll call it a deal. Not your pansy-ass vessel name, the one burned into your Grace. It’s the only way I’ll be able to find it.” And it will be so much more satisfying to whisper it in your ears as I cut you apart.

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He hadn't meant to wake Dean but when the water was offered in a glass he was kind of glad for it. Sam took the glass and brought it to his lips, but his hand was shaking so bad he just ended up spilling most of it down the front of his shirt. "Crap," He mumbled before looking up to meet Dean's eyes, "S'a dream. Just a bad dream, that's all."

But it had been more than that. Way more. It had been more like a memory, one that was incredibly painful. Like something his brain had tried to suppress to keep from hurting him and failed miserably. "An incredibly intense dream," He mumbled, and now he felt cold despite the sweat still soaking into his shirt. "Fuck."

biberevenenumauro; brother complex; au

His head was on fire. Literally burning, screaming at him to stop this pain, make it end. Sam felt like his heart had traveled to his brain without his consent and was trying to beat his skull apart from the inside. And he couldn’t verbalize his pain, couldn’t scream for it to stop. All he could do was curl in on himself and wait for it to end.

The worst part wasn’t the pain, though, it wasn’t even close. The worst part was the fact that he was seeing things. And that shouldn’t have been possible, because his eyes were squeezed shut in an attempt to alleviate the pain. Yet he was seeing things, flashes. Gold, white, people with light burning so brightly around them they looked like they were glowing.

Then, as quickly as the pain and visions had come, they were gone. The aftermath wasn’t pretty though. Sam was left shaking and covered in sweat, breathing as though he’d just run several miles. It took a few minutes to figure out where he was, and then several after that to untangle himself from the sheets twisted around his body. Once he was free he stood and almost collapsed, dizzy from the phantom pain. He stood swaying for a few minutes and then stumbled towards the small motel bathroom, jostling Dean’s bed accidentally on the way past. With trembling hands he turned on the cold tap and splashed water across his face. What the hell had that been?

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It sounded like an easy deal, but Sam had learned from experience that demons never gave easy deals. He'd also learned that demons very, very rarely remained faithful to their deals. Unless of course they were crossroad demons, and then they had no reason not to remain faithful because they were getting a human soul of out it. What choice did Sam have though? Either the demon turned on him and Sam got cut up into little pieces or Sam got his grace back and destroyed the demon on principle. No one was going to come out on top for sure, but for now the demon had the upper hand and Sam had to act on blind faith.

"Samuel," He finally responded, "My name's Samal. My grace's name. Sam had seemed like the obvious choice to go with Sam as a short form, though his human parents had named him Jayden. It had never really felt like his name though, changing it had been easy. "And I give you my word," Not that it'll do much good. It's not exactly binding when you have nothing to swear on. "So do we have a deal, or not?"

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“Oh, I offended the demon. Well, now I feel bad,” Sam’s voice was so thick with sarcasm the words almost got stuck on his tongue. Goddamn he hated these things. But he needed this one, and he needed help, and to get it he had to be…civil. Even when dealing with an abomination. Still, Sam had to give himself a mental pep talk before he spoke up again. Had to re-convince himself that finding his grace was everything, and this demon might be his only way to get it.

“Right now, I can’t give you anything. I know that and you know that, there’s no point in lying. I’m…broken and it is extremely undesirable believe me. I need my grace and I need it now. If you help me find it, I can protect you. From anything. I can give you anything that you have or will ever want, and all you have to do is help me look. Small price to pay really,” He’d known it was a long shot, coming to this demon but he was desperate. He had to fill this hole in him and set things right. Right in heaven, where he was no longer welcome, and right on Earth, where humans had learned to pollute and ruin the only truly beautiful thing they had.

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"Oh, I offended the demon. Well, now I feel bad," Sam's voice was so thick with sarcasm the words almost got stuck on his tongue. Goddamn he hated these things. But he needed this one, and he needed help, and to get it he had to be...civil. Even when dealing with an abomination. Still, Sam had to give himself a mental pep talk before he spoke up again. Had to re-convince himself that finding his grace was everything, and this demon might be his only way to get it.

"Right now, I can't give you anything. I know that and you know that, there's no point in lying. I'm...broken and it is extremely undesirable believe me. I need my grace and I need it now. If you help me find it, I can protect you. From anything. I can give you anything that you have or will ever want, and all you have to do is help me look. Small price to pay really," He'd known it was a long shot, coming to this demon but he was desperate. He had to fill this hole in him and set things right. Right in heaven, where he was no longer welcome, and right on Earth, where humans had learned to pollute and ruin the only truly beautiful thing they had.

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A good actor, this kid. Dean would be willing to bet that most of the room thought he was about to get taken advantage of as the demon smirked and nodded, letting himself be led. The smell of jealousy in the room made him want to laugh; oh, if only they knew. The grip on his wrist was warm, radiating heat beyond what a human’s would. For a creature molded in a place where there was only ice, such warmth was beguiling, a part of the forbidden draw he’d heard of angels having. Maintaining the little smile on his face as they ended up in a back hallway, only a door or two away from a bed and writhing bodies, Dean tipped his head back to make sure the taller boy’s face was excruciatingly close to his own.

“Yes,” he purred, a deeper and more malevolent cast to his voice, “I know what you are, angelcakes. Get bored with the upper middle class your kind gathers to and decide to go slumming?” Alert and paying attention, Dean smirked, using a little of his own powers to slide a simple black filter across his eyes; personally it was offensive, but regardless, it maintained his illusion of being a normal piece of hell shit. His amusement didn’t last for long, though, incredulity and aggression filtering through as the green color returned. “Help? You want my help? You’ve gotta be kidding me, birdie. You’re as good as a ripe feast on a platter in front of me, practically powerless compared to your normal form, and you couldn’t fight me off if I decided to eat you alive.”

To say he was offended wasn’t good enough of a word, the mere suggestion of submitting to an angel for pay repulsive. He didn’t need money when he could get anything he wanted from people. Lip curling back from his teeth, he growled, “What the fuck could you possibly offer me that would be good enough to work for something like you?”

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"'M fine," Sam's lips felt numb and his teeth chattered but he sounded less shaken than he felt, "Just a...really weird dream. Don't worry, it's fine. Go back to sleep," The last thing Dean needed was to worry about Sam's freakish head. "Seriously. Just...where're the painkillers?"

scarredbyxhellfire; au; i can see the light

Dean looked at his brother strangely. “Dude, are you okay?” he asked. Sam wasn’t normally like this. Sure, once or twice he’d seen Sam a bit discombobulated but this was new. He was aware of the fact that Sam had nightmares every once in a while, but he was never like this after waking up. The older brother was growing worried for the younger. 

“Is there something you need to tell me, Sam?” He got to his feet, his legs threatening to collapse beneath him, making him fall back on the bed, but he didn’t give in. 

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Thanks for the offer but no. I've got help, and you probably wouldn't be of any use anyway. No offense.

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I’m uh…looking for something. Have been for a while. I thought maybe it’d be out here but no such luck.