& fic
title: with your face to the wall
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: adult
warnings: mentions of underage abuse
characters: Dean, OCs
word count: 371
notes: more along the same lines of the parts of us no one ever needs. set pre the parts - why does Dean end up where he does? & yes, I think this might be my next verse.
Dean thinks he used to have parents. Real ones that gave a damn. Sometimes he wonders what happened to them, those mythical ‘real’ parents of his. Most of the time he tries not to care.
It’s not like it would make any difference. Until he was eleven, Dean stayed in a group home. He only got out because a spot opened up in one of the foster places. No one asks him what he wants. Where he wants to live.
Instead, he ends up with two people who hate each other and only put up with him for the monthly check he represents. Paula and Gene are about as loving as a matched set of goddamn rabid coyotes. Hell, Dean isn’t even the only foster kid there. Abby and Scott are there first, Jeanie comes after Dean - the four of them are the ‘permanent’ ones. The ones who no one else seems to want.
He remembers a few other kids over the years, but none of them stay for very long. All those stories about getting tossed from home to home are bullshit. Other kids get that lucky, not Dean. His case worker doesn’t once offer, threaten, or promise to change his assignment.
The minute he hits eighteen, Dean runs for California as fast as he can. It’ll be easy to get lost in a city like LA or San Fran, and somewhere - anywhere - is better than another year in that house. He’s finally old enough that no one’s going to be looking for him; he can’t be dragged back into the system because he’s out. He’s free.
Dean’s pretty sure no one misses him once he’s gone.
Abs split a while back, and maybe Scottie will finally decide to run for it too. The only thing Dean regrets is leaving Jeanie behind, but she’s pretty well fucked. By the time Dean leaves she’s already waddling around the house, seven months gone with a kid that she never wanted. He wonders whose name she’ll put on the birth certificate. It’ll be pretty damn awkward if she decides to go with the truth.
Paula isn’t likely to appreciate the cold, hard evidence that her husband’s been fucking a sixteen year old.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: adult
warnings: mentions of underage abuse
characters: Dean, OCs
word count: 371
notes: more along the same lines of the parts of us no one ever needs. set pre the parts - why does Dean end up where he does? & yes, I think this might be my next verse.
Dean thinks he used to have parents. Real ones that gave a damn. Sometimes he wonders what happened to them, those mythical ‘real’ parents of his. Most of the time he tries not to care.
It’s not like it would make any difference. Until he was eleven, Dean stayed in a group home. He only got out because a spot opened up in one of the foster places. No one asks him what he wants. Where he wants to live.
Instead, he ends up with two people who hate each other and only put up with him for the monthly check he represents. Paula and Gene are about as loving as a matched set of goddamn rabid coyotes. Hell, Dean isn’t even the only foster kid there. Abby and Scott are there first, Jeanie comes after Dean - the four of them are the ‘permanent’ ones. The ones who no one else seems to want.
He remembers a few other kids over the years, but none of them stay for very long. All those stories about getting tossed from home to home are bullshit. Other kids get that lucky, not Dean. His case worker doesn’t once offer, threaten, or promise to change his assignment.
The minute he hits eighteen, Dean runs for California as fast as he can. It’ll be easy to get lost in a city like LA or San Fran, and somewhere - anywhere - is better than another year in that house. He’s finally old enough that no one’s going to be looking for him; he can’t be dragged back into the system because he’s out. He’s free.
Dean’s pretty sure no one misses him once he’s gone.
Abs split a while back, and maybe Scottie will finally decide to run for it too. The only thing Dean regrets is leaving Jeanie behind, but she’s pretty well fucked. By the time Dean leaves she’s already waddling around the house, seven months gone with a kid that she never wanted. He wonders whose name she’ll put on the birth certificate. It’ll be pretty damn awkward if she decides to go with the truth.
Paula isn’t likely to appreciate the cold, hard evidence that her husband’s been fucking a sixteen year old.
- end