crossoverfic | Hell In a Hand Basket; Supernatural/Firefly; Sam/River, Dean/River; PG-13

Title: Hell In a Hand Basket
Author:

rosie1234
Fandom: Supernatural/Firefly
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 874
Ships: Sam/River, Dean/River
Spoilers: Season Five
Summary: “Now look what you've gone and done, opened up the pits of hell, you naughty boy!”
Note: I've been wanting to write both Supernatural and Sam/River for so long! Plus I'm now in love with the idea of Castiel/River. This has a lot more Dean/River then I meant to add, but hey their just as awesome!
For:

theechochorus
Prompt: 41. Behind Closed Doors
Disclaimer: Not Mine

“Now look what you've gone and done, opened up the pits of hell, you naughty boy!”

Her eyes, the only pair that can see me all the way through (without trying), land on me and they only thing they say, besides 'I love, despite the whole evil thing', is I told you so.

All those riddles, that I've been able understand right from the beginning (when Dean doesn't even have a clue), were filled to the brim with warnings, and I didn't listen to a damn one.

“Oh god, River, what did I do?!”

(even after she looked me straight in the eyes and said 'monster')

“You ended the world, brought hell on earth because of hate, because of blood. But don't worry, my bad, bad man, I'll be right beside you as you watch it burn, all thanks to you. Dean isn't going to like this a single bit.”

-

He hides it well, with a strained smile and the one-liners that never stop coming (not even Jayne could keep up), but I can see each crack in his heart that Sammy made and can never fix.

(his fists making them wider, as the monster comes out for fresh air)

“Did the angel of the lord save us from our fiery deaths?”

My fingers, the slender but powerful fingers that forgave the monster all of his sins with a kiss (as he fought to be human once again), wanted to take the smile off of his face, rip off the mask and watch as it fell to pieces.

Then maybe it would be back to normal, which for us is blood, senseless words, and evil brothers.

“That's my only guess, sweet-heart, but hell if I know.”

The only time he pulled out the smile, the one that looks like it hurts (more then the scars he proudly presented to me), that made me want to comfort the wrong brother, was when he had to use it on the person he loves the most but also hurt him more then anyone else.

('I'm sorry' just doesn't work, evil just doesn't wash away)

“Do you still love him?”

There were millions of questions swirling around that head of his, that thing that can be quite dangerous to take a peek of, a few just for me but most of them for baby brother.

Why? How could you? Can I hate you because even now that's hard to do? But most of all Why?

“Yes, I've seen the darkness that's filled with only blood but I can't stop myself from loving him. He makes me whole, he's my other half (waiting for me across the stars), and he's yours.”

The half of me that doesn't think, lets the world end under his watch and uses his hands to kill (this time it wasn't a demon but a brother), that is so very wrong but can't see a damn thing, but I'll still be by his side, wrong or right, good or evil.

It's not like I hate a choice who my soul mate it, if I did I would have picked the better brother, the one that I take in my arms knowing that we're facing the same thing.

“That's what I hate the most about this all, River, I want to hate him for everything, every lie, every time he cut into me, but I just can't.”

-

The mask is ripped off, the anger doesn't come but the sadness (tears I want to wipe away, and cry myself) doesn't end, and Sammy-boy finally gets the words I knew were coming from the very start.

(the start of blood on lips, demon whores, and darkness)

“I don't think we can ever be what we were, I don't think I can ever trust you.”

The truth stings and rips at his heart, the one that still isn't right, no, it's still filled to the brim with red, and my own lips want to speak the same, scream at him for breaking us both, but I know he can't take a second blow.

(he's already wrapped around me, hoping I can save his soul but I fear I've already lost that battle)

“River, you trust me don't you?”

“Of course, Sammy, I trust you with this breakable heart of mine and if you drop it only then will I stop.”

But as he fell into the only set of arms that would take him in, that didn't flinch away from the creature he was starting to become (black eyes and all), he didn't have a clue that he had already dropped what little heart I had left.

“You know, Sammy, I'll never leave you, so don't worry your pretty little head about that, I'll always be here.”