spn: holes in both my shoes (Dean, g)
title: holes in both my shoes
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: g
characters: Dean
word count: 298
notes: this's been hiding in my notebook since November, after I saw the previews for Crossroad Blues. at the time I was working under the assumption that Dean was going to make a deal with that demon...which, well. yeah. scarily enough, it fits right in post AHBL.
The blood rushes in his veins; days tick by and Dean feels every one of them. There aren't any more chances, he needs to get everything right.
He tries to make every word, every action mean something now. When he says Sam, he's really saying you're on your own after this little brother. But Dean is going to make the time he has left matter. He's going to make this count.
He touches Sam more. Finds some reason to throw his arm around Sam's shoulder, punches his brother in the arm just for the hell of it. Sam doesn't seem to notice. But he does smile more, jabs Dean in the side when they're crammed together in a crowded diner. Dean smiles back and kicks Sam in the ankle when they finally get a table. Maybe, just maybe, he can pull this off.
He tells more stories. At night, when the two of them are separated by the dark and the space between their beds, Dean whispers every single thing he can remember about their Mom. Dad. How much their parents loved each other, how much their parents loved them. Sam just listens. In the morning he looks at Dean a little differently, but he never calls Dean out.
Dean drives a little slower. He lets the Impala hug every curve and keeps the windows rolled down until it starts to rain. He turns the radio up as loud as it will go. If they hit a few more sights than hunts, Sam never complains. They both get sunburned in North Carolina. Sam walks the beach and brings back tiny shells in the palm of his hand. Dean lays back, sun in his eyes and the sound of the ocean thundering in his ears.
He hopes it's enough.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: g
characters: Dean
word count: 298
notes: this's been hiding in my notebook since November, after I saw the previews for Crossroad Blues. at the time I was working under the assumption that Dean was going to make a deal with that demon...which, well. yeah. scarily enough, it fits right in post AHBL.
The blood rushes in his veins; days tick by and Dean feels every one of them. There aren't any more chances, he needs to get everything right.
He tries to make every word, every action mean something now. When he says Sam, he's really saying you're on your own after this little brother. But Dean is going to make the time he has left matter. He's going to make this count.
He touches Sam more. Finds some reason to throw his arm around Sam's shoulder, punches his brother in the arm just for the hell of it. Sam doesn't seem to notice. But he does smile more, jabs Dean in the side when they're crammed together in a crowded diner. Dean smiles back and kicks Sam in the ankle when they finally get a table. Maybe, just maybe, he can pull this off.
He tells more stories. At night, when the two of them are separated by the dark and the space between their beds, Dean whispers every single thing he can remember about their Mom. Dad. How much their parents loved each other, how much their parents loved them. Sam just listens. In the morning he looks at Dean a little differently, but he never calls Dean out.
Dean drives a little slower. He lets the Impala hug every curve and keeps the windows rolled down until it starts to rain. He turns the radio up as loud as it will go. If they hit a few more sights than hunts, Sam never complains. They both get sunburned in North Carolina. Sam walks the beach and brings back tiny shells in the palm of his hand. Dean lays back, sun in his eyes and the sound of the ocean thundering in his ears.
He hopes it's enough.
- end