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16 May 2013 @ 08:58 pm
Slash Fic Generator: "True Love by Fate"  
LOL, this is awesome -- The Do-it-yourself Bad Slash Story Generator

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over the Batcave. In his bed, Dean Winchester shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Dean rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his assless chaps, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the bedroom, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Dean Winchester's right made him gasp in shock. A body!

'Son of a bitch!' Dean shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's taint.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young badass of Lawrence, Kansas, a King by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 77 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with hellhound blood. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Dean picked up the wounded King and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.


'His situation is severe,' John said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off.

Dean could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young badass might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.

John sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'

'I understand,' said Dean. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'

With that, Dean turned and hurried to the room where the wounded King was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the badass showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Dean with a defeated sigh.

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'

Dean nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Dean dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured badass's thumb. Then, taking up the King's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.


'Where... where am I?'

Dean jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The badass was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.

'You are in a Batcave,' Dean told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'

'My name is Sam,' said the badass. 'I come from Lawrence, Kansas. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to God in Sioux Falls. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of demons. At least 666 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Colt for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'

Dean smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Sam had wound up in the Batcave and Dean had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Sam was meant to be here, and Dean was meant to have found him. Why, Dean did not know. But it felt so certain.

It also did not hurt that Sam was one of the most beautiful individuals Dean had ever seen. His sleek blue hair contrasted with large, dark grey eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Dean could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Sam had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.


Within three days, Sam had improved enough to leave his bed. John gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Dean’s absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in the Batcave, he had not seen Dean at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked John where his son could be, but John had no answer. Dean was gone without a trace.

Sam desired to speak with Dean again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome man once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Dean, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Dean was someone special. Someone he had to see again.

It wasn't until the sixth day after Sam had recovered that Dean returned to the Batcave. He rode up the same path where Sam had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of demons behind him. All 666 of them.

'Here are your demons!' he called to Sam. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'

Sam stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?'

'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Dean replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'

Sam could feel his heart pounding as Dean spoke. Dean killed those demons... for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Dean and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave man on the abs.

Dean laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'

'Just a thank you,' Sam said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Dean’s eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.

'Sam,' said Dean, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.

Sam gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?'

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...'

'Dean...' Sam sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'

Dean lifted his hand to gently stroke Sam on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'

Taking a deep breath, Sam said, 'Dean, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'

A bright smile broke across Dean’s face as soon as Sam had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'

Sam took Dean’s hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?'

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Dean leaned in and kissed Sam softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too, Dean,' Sam whispered in return.

sadritsuka12sadritsuka12 on May 17th, 2013 08:33 am (UTC)
omg.. love it.. o,o aww dean save sammy..yay
imaginecoolname: Cooler2imaginecoolname on May 17th, 2013 06:26 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, this is great, lol!
heliokleia: DEAN & SAM IC - BITCHheliokleia on May 18th, 2013 09:54 pm (UTC)
He he he...

DEAN & SAM s07 - ANIMATED - Gag reel 1 - loony bin dorks! photo DEANampSAMs07-ANIMATED-Gagreel1-loonybindorks_zpsecb3f1a3.gif

Thank you, sweetheart, I giggled alot - and will try the "Bad Slash Story Generator" *g* myself.
And I will be glad if my scribbling comes out half as hilarious as yours...
*huggles* Waving Smiley - ANIM photo emo22_zpsae485ba8.gif
wirdash on May 21st, 2013 05:32 am (UTC)
Mehehehe we have some similar choices...


I keyed in moose/plaid/castiel/fairy/bowleg/dick for the rest

Imagine kissing somebody's dick for a thank you!

Lol those really made a bad slash!
Anika: lol fingerhonscot on May 22nd, 2013 03:21 pm (UTC)
Oh, that was just too much fun! LOL.

My Dean was a terrible perv because Sam was 12 and the first place Dean touched him was his penis. But it's okay 'cause they were meant to be together. ;D