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serafina20) wrote2006-08-17 09:26 pm
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Fic: Another Kind of Trap (12/?)
Title Another Kind of Trap (12/?)
Author![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serafina20
Rating R
Spoilers everything through Devil's Trap
Summary The Winchesters need help after the events of Devil's Trap. Luckily, Sam has made arrangements for this eventuality. He just failed to inform Rachel Adams of his plans. Sequel to Captured Soul and Kitsune
Pairing Dean/OFC
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
Dean groaned. He felt sick. Tired. Kind of like he was going to throw up.
"Nurse?" he called. "Hey. Anyone there?"
"I'm here."
"Rachel. I thought you went home."
Rachel shook her head. "I did. But I thought I better check and make sure you were okay. Good thing." She got out of her chair and crossed over to him. "What's wrong?"
He winced. "I feel sick."
"Well, you are in the hospital. You are injured."
"Yeah, I know." He reached for her hand.
She pulled it away.
"What's wrong?" asked Dean, sitting up.
"Nothing. I just... if no one is here to watch us, I don't think we should pretend. I'm not comfortable with it."
Now he knew something was wrong. "I don't understand."
Her smile was kind of plastic. Familiar, but it didn't look like her. "Dean. Don't tell me that you really thought... Oh. You did."
"Well, yeah. Of course I did." He rubbed his eyes. "Didn't we just... today, I mean. I asked you and you said yes. I thought..."
"I thought you were joking."
Dean shook his head. "No."
This time her smile is full of pity. He hates it even more than the fake plastic one. "Poor Dean. Poor, poor homeless uneducated little Dean."
Poor Dean indeed.
* * *
No, no stop. Let me out. Stop, I can't....
Rachel screams.
She doesn't make a sound.
* * *
It was raining. Soft. Gentle. A spring rain.
Sam loved days like this. Rainy days. Lazy days. Days made for staying in bed until noon, sleeping, reading, talking, watching TV.
And, most important, skipping class.
There was movement next to him. A soft sigh.
He turned over. "Morning."
Big brown eyes opened and looked at him sleepily. "Hey."
Sam slid his hand over her stomach, bared by the Smurfs tee shirt she always wore to bed. "It's raining."
"I'm aware of that," she answered.
"You know how I feel about rain." He bent down. Kissed her.
Her arms came around his neck, holding him down. Deepening the kiss. "Yeah," she whispered. "I know."
They kissed again. Sam moved on top of her. She wrapped her legs around Sam's waist.
"Sam," she sighed as he kissed down her neck.
"Rachel."
* * *
Dean sighed wearily and rubbed his forehead. He'd been hunting a shapeshifter for the past three days, and he was tired. All he wanted to do was sleep.
He unlocked the door to his room. Stepped inside.
"What the hell happened to his place?" he demanded.
The room was a mess. Clothes, weapons, books, food everywhere. A kid jumping on an unmade bed. Cartoons on the TV. He wasn't even dressed.
"Sorry," Rachel said from the table in the corner. She didn't even lift her eyes. "Noah hasn't been out all day. I've been working."
"Noah!" Dean shouted. "Stop jumping on the goddamn bed!"
"Don't swear at him!"
"Why aren't you watching him? Why didn't you stop... this? If he breaks the bed, we'll have to pay for it."
She snorted and finally looked at him. "We'll have to pay for it? Dean, since when have you ever paid for anything?"
* * *
The Smurfs shirt was long gone. She had the most perfect breasts; they fit right in the palm of his hands like they were made for him. Like she was made for him.
Vaguely, in the shadowy back corners of his mind, Sam thought that this felt wrong. Like... like it'd happened before. Like he'd been here, in this bed, on this day. But not with her. Not with Rachel. With someone else.
Blonde hair instead of brown. Pale skin instead of golden. Different....
He blinked. Groaned. He was hot. Liquid heat ran through his veins. Pooled at his groin. Built.
Peaked and Sam spilled over the edge.
* * *
"Oh, God. Oh God, ohgodohgodohgod," Dean moaned.
Rachel. Across the bed. Slashed open, blood everywhere. Eyes staring lifelessly. Accusing.
"Oh, God, Rachel," he sobbed, kneeling beside her. He touched her hair, her arm, her mouth. "Please, no."
She blinked. "I should have been safe," she said. "You should have kept me safe."
"I know, I..."
Rachel convulsed. Vomited blood. Sat up. Her hands clamped around his neck and squeezed.
Dean closed his eyes and surrendered to the dark.
* * *
"Ahh!"
Sam shot up. Sweat stung his eyes, and he blinked it away furiously.
Crap. He'd come in his jeans. Fuck.
"Oh shit," he heard Rachel moan.
"Rach?" Sam grabbed a pillow and covered his crotch. "What's going on?"
She was on the floor. She rested her head on the coffee table. "We fell asleep," she said. She sounded tired.
"Are you okay?"
Rachel looked up. Blood covered her face, flowing out of her nose, over her chin, down her neck. There was also a cut on her forehead, a gouge. And blood on the corner of the coffee table.
"Shit." Heedless of his sticky jeans, Sam jumped off the couch and knelt by her side. "Crap, what.... Ah, Rach, you're still bleeding. I think we should get you to the hospital."
She nodded. Her face was sheet white, and she looked like she was going to pass out at any second. "It's the demon," she said. "He's using me . In your dreams, I don't know how. He's making me..."
Demon or not, it felt real. And the way he felt about her was definitely changing. Which was probably the intention.
"It's okay. Just... let me change. Sit. Uh..." He grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and handed it to her. "Use this. And then we'll go."
"Okay." She was crying. Tears pooled in her eyes, gathering on her lower lashes.
"It's going to be okay," Sam told her, only half believing it. On impulse, he kissed her on the forehead. "It'll be okay."
"I don't think it will," Rachel said, sounding like her heart was breaking.
"I will make it okay," he promised. "I swear."
Author
serafina20Rating R
Spoilers everything through Devil's Trap
Summary The Winchesters need help after the events of Devil's Trap. Luckily, Sam has made arrangements for this eventuality. He just failed to inform Rachel Adams of his plans. Sequel to Captured Soul and Kitsune
Pairing Dean/OFC
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
Dean groaned. He felt sick. Tired. Kind of like he was going to throw up.
"Nurse?" he called. "Hey. Anyone there?"
"I'm here."
"Rachel. I thought you went home."
Rachel shook her head. "I did. But I thought I better check and make sure you were okay. Good thing." She got out of her chair and crossed over to him. "What's wrong?"
He winced. "I feel sick."
"Well, you are in the hospital. You are injured."
"Yeah, I know." He reached for her hand.
She pulled it away.
"What's wrong?" asked Dean, sitting up.
"Nothing. I just... if no one is here to watch us, I don't think we should pretend. I'm not comfortable with it."
Now he knew something was wrong. "I don't understand."
Her smile was kind of plastic. Familiar, but it didn't look like her. "Dean. Don't tell me that you really thought... Oh. You did."
"Well, yeah. Of course I did." He rubbed his eyes. "Didn't we just... today, I mean. I asked you and you said yes. I thought..."
"I thought you were joking."
Dean shook his head. "No."
This time her smile is full of pity. He hates it even more than the fake plastic one. "Poor Dean. Poor, poor homeless uneducated little Dean."
Poor Dean indeed.
* * *
No, no stop. Let me out. Stop, I can't....
Rachel screams.
She doesn't make a sound.
* * *
It was raining. Soft. Gentle. A spring rain.
Sam loved days like this. Rainy days. Lazy days. Days made for staying in bed until noon, sleeping, reading, talking, watching TV.
And, most important, skipping class.
There was movement next to him. A soft sigh.
He turned over. "Morning."
Big brown eyes opened and looked at him sleepily. "Hey."
Sam slid his hand over her stomach, bared by the Smurfs tee shirt she always wore to bed. "It's raining."
"I'm aware of that," she answered.
"You know how I feel about rain." He bent down. Kissed her.
Her arms came around his neck, holding him down. Deepening the kiss. "Yeah," she whispered. "I know."
They kissed again. Sam moved on top of her. She wrapped her legs around Sam's waist.
"Sam," she sighed as he kissed down her neck.
"Rachel."
* * *
Dean sighed wearily and rubbed his forehead. He'd been hunting a shapeshifter for the past three days, and he was tired. All he wanted to do was sleep.
He unlocked the door to his room. Stepped inside.
"What the hell happened to his place?" he demanded.
The room was a mess. Clothes, weapons, books, food everywhere. A kid jumping on an unmade bed. Cartoons on the TV. He wasn't even dressed.
"Sorry," Rachel said from the table in the corner. She didn't even lift her eyes. "Noah hasn't been out all day. I've been working."
"Noah!" Dean shouted. "Stop jumping on the goddamn bed!"
"Don't swear at him!"
"Why aren't you watching him? Why didn't you stop... this? If he breaks the bed, we'll have to pay for it."
She snorted and finally looked at him. "We'll have to pay for it? Dean, since when have you ever paid for anything?"
* * *
The Smurfs shirt was long gone. She had the most perfect breasts; they fit right in the palm of his hands like they were made for him. Like she was made for him.
Vaguely, in the shadowy back corners of his mind, Sam thought that this felt wrong. Like... like it'd happened before. Like he'd been here, in this bed, on this day. But not with her. Not with Rachel. With someone else.
Blonde hair instead of brown. Pale skin instead of golden. Different....
He blinked. Groaned. He was hot. Liquid heat ran through his veins. Pooled at his groin. Built.
Peaked and Sam spilled over the edge.
* * *
"Oh, God. Oh God, ohgodohgodohgod," Dean moaned.
Rachel. Across the bed. Slashed open, blood everywhere. Eyes staring lifelessly. Accusing.
"Oh, God, Rachel," he sobbed, kneeling beside her. He touched her hair, her arm, her mouth. "Please, no."
She blinked. "I should have been safe," she said. "You should have kept me safe."
"I know, I..."
Rachel convulsed. Vomited blood. Sat up. Her hands clamped around his neck and squeezed.
Dean closed his eyes and surrendered to the dark.
* * *
"Ahh!"
Sam shot up. Sweat stung his eyes, and he blinked it away furiously.
Crap. He'd come in his jeans. Fuck.
"Oh shit," he heard Rachel moan.
"Rach?" Sam grabbed a pillow and covered his crotch. "What's going on?"
She was on the floor. She rested her head on the coffee table. "We fell asleep," she said. She sounded tired.
"Are you okay?"
Rachel looked up. Blood covered her face, flowing out of her nose, over her chin, down her neck. There was also a cut on her forehead, a gouge. And blood on the corner of the coffee table.
"Shit." Heedless of his sticky jeans, Sam jumped off the couch and knelt by her side. "Crap, what.... Ah, Rach, you're still bleeding. I think we should get you to the hospital."
She nodded. Her face was sheet white, and she looked like she was going to pass out at any second. "It's the demon," she said. "He's using me . In your dreams, I don't know how. He's making me..."
Demon or not, it felt real. And the way he felt about her was definitely changing. Which was probably the intention.
"It's okay. Just... let me change. Sit. Uh..." He grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and handed it to her. "Use this. And then we'll go."
"Okay." She was crying. Tears pooled in her eyes, gathering on her lower lashes.
"It's going to be okay," Sam told her, only half believing it. On impulse, he kissed her on the forehead. "It'll be okay."
"I don't think it will," Rachel said, sounding like her heart was breaking.
"I will make it okay," he promised. "I swear."
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