9th verse: it's something you learn
the world takes your breath away
- acidquill
track: Socialburn #11 "Pretend"
notes: kept wanting to write something based around Faith, here's the result.
The most absurd thing keeps repeating in the back of his mind -- there’s nothing to fear but fear itself -- and Sam’s only paying token attention because his brother is sprawled in some god-forsaken basement and he’s not breathing. That right there is too much to process right by itself.
CPR looks so much easier when it’s not Dean, and really Sam doesn’t want to think about the fact that it isn’t even the first time in his life he’s had to use it on his brother. The most beautiful sound in the world is the ragged breath that Dean finally manages. Sam bites his lip hard and tries to keep his hands from shaking long enough to dial 911. He keeps one hand on his brother, fingers clenched in Dean’s shirt. It may not be enough to save him, but dammit Sam’s just not letting go.
There’s a fucking dead rawhead not five feet away and two scared kids upstairs. Sam makes sure Dean’s as okay as he’s going to get and carries him up the stairs. There's no way Sam's staying another minute in this basement. What a fucking brilliant day.
Dean’s healed. Layla’s still dying. Sue Ann is dead. Sam’s behind the wheel of the Impala, trying to put as much distance as possible between them and Nebraska. His brother’s sleeping, head resting against the window, still a little ragged around the edges. Sam hopes he never sees another hospital again, though he knows that’s just wishful thinking.
He still has that stupid quote floating around in his head. Fear, yeah he’s had more than his share of it this past week, but he learned a long time ago to stamp it down where it can’t control you. You can’t do what they do and not be afraid, but you just suck it up and get on with it and really, fear isn’t much of anything. He’s seen worse. Those nights looking up cures and waiting for someone to call, Sam got a good look at the emptiness just waiting to come in once Dean was gone. And that, well that’s a hell of a lot scarier.
-end
- acidquill
track: Socialburn #11 "Pretend"
notes: kept wanting to write something based around Faith, here's the result.
The most absurd thing keeps repeating in the back of his mind -- there’s nothing to fear but fear itself -- and Sam’s only paying token attention because his brother is sprawled in some god-forsaken basement and he’s not breathing. That right there is too much to process right by itself.
CPR looks so much easier when it’s not Dean, and really Sam doesn’t want to think about the fact that it isn’t even the first time in his life he’s had to use it on his brother. The most beautiful sound in the world is the ragged breath that Dean finally manages. Sam bites his lip hard and tries to keep his hands from shaking long enough to dial 911. He keeps one hand on his brother, fingers clenched in Dean’s shirt. It may not be enough to save him, but dammit Sam’s just not letting go.
There’s a fucking dead rawhead not five feet away and two scared kids upstairs. Sam makes sure Dean’s as okay as he’s going to get and carries him up the stairs. There's no way Sam's staying another minute in this basement. What a fucking brilliant day.
Dean’s healed. Layla’s still dying. Sue Ann is dead. Sam’s behind the wheel of the Impala, trying to put as much distance as possible between them and Nebraska. His brother’s sleeping, head resting against the window, still a little ragged around the edges. Sam hopes he never sees another hospital again, though he knows that’s just wishful thinking.
He still has that stupid quote floating around in his head. Fear, yeah he’s had more than his share of it this past week, but he learned a long time ago to stamp it down where it can’t control you. You can’t do what they do and not be afraid, but you just suck it up and get on with it and really, fear isn’t much of anything. He’s seen worse. Those nights looking up cures and waiting for someone to call, Sam got a good look at the emptiness just waiting to come in once Dean was gone. And that, well that’s a hell of a lot scarier.
-end