Title:
One Father's Sons by
stele3 (120,000 words, complete)
Summary: AU for season two. After the car crash, Sam and Dean struggle to deal with their father's death, and make a startling discovery: they have a younger brother, Reese, who's got his own demonic issues.
The summary doesn't do this story justice. The OCs are strong and well written and the interplay between Sam and Dean is very much on the mark. If stories about learning to love and loyalty and family are your thing, this story is for you.
Excerpt:
'06
It took four times.
When Dean's eyes opened the fourth time, Sam saw it happen. Saw realization sink in without any spoken words (between the breathing tube and Sam's unwillingness to disturb the shards of his brother's body with even the faintest whisper). So it all happened underneath the ordered disruption of monitors, in the silences between beeps and hisses and the blink of Dean's bruised lids.
He looked up at Sam who sat beside him, then past him to where their father did not. Sam closed his hands into fists in the sheets and made himself watch: there would be no running away after this, no Stanford, and he was only a little surprised to realize how little that mattered to him right now. His dream had been a dotted line, beyond which lay an endless country. Dean's dream had been family, trinity, a triangle enclosed.
Dean broke in absolute silence, his powerful, deadly body lying still. There was nothing to mark the occurrence but a flutter of eyelashes.
To Sam that seemed more wrong than the empty air at his side. Because this was only the beginning, just a step. If Dean broke now, when he thought their father was lying dead in a freezer somewhere, what would he do when he learned that the truth was so, so much worse?
Sam made himself watch his brother's dream die and knew that he would gladly trade his own to open Dean's eyes a fifth time. His own grief burned in a hard line between his throat and gut, and he heard his father's voice saying Use it. Make your weaknesses into strengths.
He meant to transform grief into rage. Sam had smoked through anger already and felt all of it vanish in the space between his brother's heartbeats.
stele3 has a lovely new website set up that allows you to format and print this story with no wasted space (or just read without having to navigate through 30 LJ chunks). She has also set up a link to a charity (RAINN) to help raise funds for rape and incest abuse survivors.
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