Scattered Pieces of Mind
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phantismaFandom: Supernatural
Title: Scattered Pieces of Mind
Characters/Pairing: Sam, some mention of Dean(overall story Sam/Dean)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A follow on to Pieces of Dean, which follows on Remnant Pieces which in turn follows A Thousand Quivering Pieces, all of which is preceded by The Point Of No Return -- Goes AU after "Everybody Loves a Clown" -- Sam hunts the hunters...
Warnings/Author's Notes: Um...I'm sorry. They won't leave me alone...Remember the VeryDarkWincest!Verse? Yeah...this is darker. Angsty and very, very dark stuff. Non-con, torture, Evil!Sam, child death, blood play (of a sort)...not for the squeamish. I'm serious here.
Spoilers: (Obviously) Through "Everybody Loves a Clown"
He isn’t hard to track…not difficult to find. One would think though that the thick trail left behind him would be enough to deter some of them. He’s gotten bored and tired so he came to them, hunting them instead of waiting for them to come hunting him.
Some of them have gifts of their own. Others rely on wit and quick reflexes, strength and a lot of luck. In all there are maybe 15 in the dusty roadhouse. Some faces he recognizes. The room stills as he stops inside the door. “This here’s a private party,” Ellen says from behind the bar, taking the towel off her shoulder.
His eyes snap her way, slipping over her. She’s strong. It might be fun to break her. The younger blond appears near her, hovering, protective. “Go out back Jo,” the woman says evenly, her eyes still on Sam.
“No Jo. Come here.” Sam responds, pulling her toward him. She fights for a moment, and he squeezes her until she submits and moves coolly across the floor. Half the hunters in the room are on their feet as she stops in front of him, her eyes flashing wildly. “That’s a very good girl. Why don’t you kneel here while I take care of this?”
“Do you think I’m afraid of you?” She talks tough, and her eyes flash fire, but he can feel the fear in her heart, the tickle against his skin as adrenaline rushes into her. Her mind is strong and still it doesn’t take much of a push to find that spot that drops her to her knees. He takes her chin and turns her face up to him.
His half smile is amusement mixed with a certain respect. The girl had to know who he was and what he was capable of. “Sit like a good girl, Jo, and maybe I’ll let you suck my cock before I stick it up your ass.”
She raises a hand to strike him, but it goes no where as he pushes his mind deeper into hers. Her hand falls back to her side and her eyes drain of fire. He may let her have it back later. Then again he may just force his mother to watch him fuck her before he kills them both.
“So is this what it comes down to, Sam?”
He looks up at the voice and smiles. “I was wondering when you would show up.” He quirks an eyebrow as he watches her emerge from the back room. There are others like her there, fanning out around her.
“I’ve been tracking you since it started Sam.”
He holds his arms out to the side, spreading them wide. “Maybe you should have ended it then. I can guarantee you it won’t be you ending it now.”
With a lazy flutter of his eyes, he marks her, a jagged, bloody cut down her arm. “I’m not the scared little boy I was when you saw me last, Missouri. I’m capable of things you’ve never dreamed.”
Her smile held no mirth, her eyes were cold and hard. “I’ve dreamed boy. I’ve dreamed plenty.”
Her anger traveled the room and he could feel it. He laughed. It was a cold sound that fell like icicles on the hardwood floor. He was tired of this. He closed his fist and the three hunters closest to him fell to the floor, clutching at chests gone constricting and tight. He flicked his eyes back to the psychic’s. He could feel her prying at the “fingers” and squeezed harder until their hearts burst and they convulsed on the floor.
“Now look what you’ve made me do.” She recoils and he smiles. The room is filled with the sounds of weapons. He sighs and shakes his head. “You boys really want to try me?”
Love you
Sam’s eyes move over the faces in the room, though he’s not sure what he’s looking for. Finally he comes back to her. “Did you bring him here? Did you think you could use him to get to me?”
“Actually we were hoping to just kill you.” A gruff voice from the corner. Sam turned.
“Bobby. I should have guessed you’d be here.”
Sam found himself absently petting the blond hair next to him. He smiles that same creepy smile that had made Dean shiver. “You don’t have the power to kill me. Not even all of you together.”
A single shot rings out and Sam flicks his eyes toward the hunter who had fired it. He drops dead, hitting the table with a wet smack even as the bullet lands in the girl’s lap.
“It was worth a try.”
The next moments are filled with bloodshed and mayhem and by the time it’s over, Sam is hard in his pants and he’s dragging the girl over the bloody floor by her hair. Missouri is alive, but barely. All around them men are dying or dead. Sam squats beside her, his finger gentle as he wipes the gore off her face.
“I’m going to let you watch.” He whispers, his free hand reaching down to molest the girl’s breasts. “All this killing has gone and made me horny.” He inhales the girl’s scent and whispers in her ear. “Get naked for me Jo…I want to fuck something.”
Title: Scattered Pieces of Mind
Characters/Pairing: Sam, some mention of Dean(overall story Sam/Dean)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A follow on to Pieces of Dean, which follows on Remnant Pieces which in turn follows A Thousand Quivering Pieces, all of which is preceded by The Point Of No Return -- Goes AU after "Everybody Loves a Clown" -- Sam hunts the hunters...
Warnings/Author's Notes: Um...I'm sorry. They won't leave me alone...Remember the VeryDarkWincest!Verse? Yeah...this is darker. Angsty and very, very dark stuff. Non-con, torture, Evil!Sam, child death, blood play (of a sort)...not for the squeamish. I'm serious here.
Spoilers: (Obviously) Through "Everybody Loves a Clown"
He isn’t hard to track…not difficult to find. One would think though that the thick trail left behind him would be enough to deter some of them. He’s gotten bored and tired so he came to them, hunting them instead of waiting for them to come hunting him.
Some of them have gifts of their own. Others rely on wit and quick reflexes, strength and a lot of luck. In all there are maybe 15 in the dusty roadhouse. Some faces he recognizes. The room stills as he stops inside the door. “This here’s a private party,” Ellen says from behind the bar, taking the towel off her shoulder.
His eyes snap her way, slipping over her. She’s strong. It might be fun to break her. The younger blond appears near her, hovering, protective. “Go out back Jo,” the woman says evenly, her eyes still on Sam.
“No Jo. Come here.” Sam responds, pulling her toward him. She fights for a moment, and he squeezes her until she submits and moves coolly across the floor. Half the hunters in the room are on their feet as she stops in front of him, her eyes flashing wildly. “That’s a very good girl. Why don’t you kneel here while I take care of this?”
“Do you think I’m afraid of you?” She talks tough, and her eyes flash fire, but he can feel the fear in her heart, the tickle against his skin as adrenaline rushes into her. Her mind is strong and still it doesn’t take much of a push to find that spot that drops her to her knees. He takes her chin and turns her face up to him.
His half smile is amusement mixed with a certain respect. The girl had to know who he was and what he was capable of. “Sit like a good girl, Jo, and maybe I’ll let you suck my cock before I stick it up your ass.”
She raises a hand to strike him, but it goes no where as he pushes his mind deeper into hers. Her hand falls back to her side and her eyes drain of fire. He may let her have it back later. Then again he may just force his mother to watch him fuck her before he kills them both.
“So is this what it comes down to, Sam?”
He looks up at the voice and smiles. “I was wondering when you would show up.” He quirks an eyebrow as he watches her emerge from the back room. There are others like her there, fanning out around her.
“I’ve been tracking you since it started Sam.”
He holds his arms out to the side, spreading them wide. “Maybe you should have ended it then. I can guarantee you it won’t be you ending it now.”
With a lazy flutter of his eyes, he marks her, a jagged, bloody cut down her arm. “I’m not the scared little boy I was when you saw me last, Missouri. I’m capable of things you’ve never dreamed.”
Her smile held no mirth, her eyes were cold and hard. “I’ve dreamed boy. I’ve dreamed plenty.”
Her anger traveled the room and he could feel it. He laughed. It was a cold sound that fell like icicles on the hardwood floor. He was tired of this. He closed his fist and the three hunters closest to him fell to the floor, clutching at chests gone constricting and tight. He flicked his eyes back to the psychic’s. He could feel her prying at the “fingers” and squeezed harder until their hearts burst and they convulsed on the floor.
“Now look what you’ve made me do.” She recoils and he smiles. The room is filled with the sounds of weapons. He sighs and shakes his head. “You boys really want to try me?”
Love you
Sam’s eyes move over the faces in the room, though he’s not sure what he’s looking for. Finally he comes back to her. “Did you bring him here? Did you think you could use him to get to me?”
“Actually we were hoping to just kill you.” A gruff voice from the corner. Sam turned.
“Bobby. I should have guessed you’d be here.”
Sam found himself absently petting the blond hair next to him. He smiles that same creepy smile that had made Dean shiver. “You don’t have the power to kill me. Not even all of you together.”
A single shot rings out and Sam flicks his eyes toward the hunter who had fired it. He drops dead, hitting the table with a wet smack even as the bullet lands in the girl’s lap.
“It was worth a try.”
The next moments are filled with bloodshed and mayhem and by the time it’s over, Sam is hard in his pants and he’s dragging the girl over the bloody floor by her hair. Missouri is alive, but barely. All around them men are dying or dead. Sam squats beside her, his finger gentle as he wipes the gore off her face.
“I’m going to let you watch.” He whispers, his free hand reaching down to molest the girl’s breasts. “All this killing has gone and made me horny.” He inhales the girl’s scent and whispers in her ear. “Get naked for me Jo…I want to fuck something.”
