October 28, 2016 - Not Fooling Anyone
Title: Not Fooling Anyone
Prompt Choice: Masks
Pairing/Characters: Sam and Dean
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 497
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
Summary: Dean is trying to act like he doesn’t care. Sam isn’t fooled.
Warnings: Spoils for the last aired episode. Kind of a reaction to the way it ended. Angsty.
Notes: I nodded off, so I didn’t have a lot of time for this one. Sorry if it’s awful.
Dean had a very expressive face, so when he hid behind a mask of indifference, it was kind of obvious. Sam didn’t know who he thought he was fooling. Maybe it was some kind of coping mechanism? Whatever it was, Sam wasn’t going to put up with a sullenly silent Dean.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asked tentatively.
“What’s there to talk about?” Dean responded tonelessly. “You were right. Is that what you want to hear? She was unhappy, and I made it worse.”
“We, Dean. I wasn’t exactly a great listener on that last case, either.”
Dean laughed bitterly and looked away. “Yeah? I noticed she still hugged you on her way out.”
Sam had noticed, too. “Maybe she thought you wouldn’t appreciate it?” Sam suggested, hating how that sounded even as he said it. “I mean, you wouldn’t look at her, Dean. You flinched away.”
When Dean looked back at him again, the poker face was still in place, but his eyes were full of anger and pain. “Do you know what the Darkness said to me right before they disappeared and I found Mom? She said I’d given her what she needed when her and God started making nice again, and she wanted to do the same for me. Turned out great, didn’t it? Apparently, what I need is to be walked out on. Again.”
“She said she just needed some time,” Sam placated, though there was very little confidence behind it.
Dean went back to staring at the floor a few feet away, and Sam thought that was all he was going to get, but then Dean let out a shuddering sigh and kept talking.
“You know what the worst part is, other than knowing I’m a major disappointment to her?” Sam decided not to interrupt and try to tell him he wasn’t a disappointment, but it was hard. His brother’s face was still a blank mask, but there was a world of hurt in his voice, and it was probably good for him to get this off his chest. “She talks about missing the boys she used to have, how it feels like it was just yesterday for her. Well, I feel that, too. I’ve held on to every memory I have from back then.
“You can’t expect a living person to be a memory, though, Sam. Nobody can live up to a perfect picture of the past. Maybe I should have told her that, but it probably doesn’t matter.”
As much as it had hurt Sam to see their mother walk away from them, he realized it was probably easier for him because he hadn’t really known her before. He had no perfect memory to miss.
“So, tell her when she comes back,” Sam told him, and he had real confidence that she would. After all, how many times had he tried walking away himself, only to come back each and every one. It was in their blood.
Prompt Choice: Masks
Pairing/Characters: Sam and Dean
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 497
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
Summary: Dean is trying to act like he doesn’t care. Sam isn’t fooled.
Warnings: Spoils for the last aired episode. Kind of a reaction to the way it ended. Angsty.
Notes: I nodded off, so I didn’t have a lot of time for this one. Sorry if it’s awful.
Dean had a very expressive face, so when he hid behind a mask of indifference, it was kind of obvious. Sam didn’t know who he thought he was fooling. Maybe it was some kind of coping mechanism? Whatever it was, Sam wasn’t going to put up with a sullenly silent Dean.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asked tentatively.
“What’s there to talk about?” Dean responded tonelessly. “You were right. Is that what you want to hear? She was unhappy, and I made it worse.”
“We, Dean. I wasn’t exactly a great listener on that last case, either.”
Dean laughed bitterly and looked away. “Yeah? I noticed she still hugged you on her way out.”
Sam had noticed, too. “Maybe she thought you wouldn’t appreciate it?” Sam suggested, hating how that sounded even as he said it. “I mean, you wouldn’t look at her, Dean. You flinched away.”
When Dean looked back at him again, the poker face was still in place, but his eyes were full of anger and pain. “Do you know what the Darkness said to me right before they disappeared and I found Mom? She said I’d given her what she needed when her and God started making nice again, and she wanted to do the same for me. Turned out great, didn’t it? Apparently, what I need is to be walked out on. Again.”
“She said she just needed some time,” Sam placated, though there was very little confidence behind it.
Dean went back to staring at the floor a few feet away, and Sam thought that was all he was going to get, but then Dean let out a shuddering sigh and kept talking.
“You know what the worst part is, other than knowing I’m a major disappointment to her?” Sam decided not to interrupt and try to tell him he wasn’t a disappointment, but it was hard. His brother’s face was still a blank mask, but there was a world of hurt in his voice, and it was probably good for him to get this off his chest. “She talks about missing the boys she used to have, how it feels like it was just yesterday for her. Well, I feel that, too. I’ve held on to every memory I have from back then.
“You can’t expect a living person to be a memory, though, Sam. Nobody can live up to a perfect picture of the past. Maybe I should have told her that, but it probably doesn’t matter.”
As much as it had hurt Sam to see their mother walk away from them, he realized it was probably easier for him because he hadn’t really known her before. He had no perfect memory to miss.
“So, tell her when she comes back,” Sam told him, and he had real confidence that she would. After all, how many times had he tried walking away himself, only to come back each and every one. It was in their blood.