11th verse: love hurts like a...
out where she belongs
- acidquill
track: Socialburn #8 "Never Be The Same"
notes: post Home. &angst of course.
Dean dreams of his mother for days afterward. She’s wreathed in fire and whispers in his ear, things he can’t remember when he wakes up. Her loss is an ache that he thought he’s learned to live with. But now, over twenty years later and he’s four again, sitting beside his father while his mother burns away.
He lies when he tells Sam he doesn’t remember much. It is a small lie in lieu of a huge truth; he remembers everything. Or as much as a four year old memory could hold. She was, is, the center of his entire world.
She took him to the park on Wednesday afternoons, just the two of them. She pushed him on the swings and was always waiting for him at the bottom of the slide. She told him secrets. How bats caught bugs right out of the air and how caterpillars turned into butterflies. She wasn’t afraid of spiders or snakes or wasps. She smelled like flowers.
And for a long time Dean thought his mother was an angel; she looked like the one in the colored windows at church.
Dean keeps all these things hidden and safe. When he was small and Sam was very very little, Dean would crawl into his brother’s crib and whisper in Sammy’s ear. He told Sammy everything he could; he didn’t want to forget her. He still doesn’t.
-end
- acidquill
track: Socialburn #8 "Never Be The Same"
notes: post Home. &angst of course.
Dean dreams of his mother for days afterward. She’s wreathed in fire and whispers in his ear, things he can’t remember when he wakes up. Her loss is an ache that he thought he’s learned to live with. But now, over twenty years later and he’s four again, sitting beside his father while his mother burns away.
He lies when he tells Sam he doesn’t remember much. It is a small lie in lieu of a huge truth; he remembers everything. Or as much as a four year old memory could hold. She was, is, the center of his entire world.
She took him to the park on Wednesday afternoons, just the two of them. She pushed him on the swings and was always waiting for him at the bottom of the slide. She told him secrets. How bats caught bugs right out of the air and how caterpillars turned into butterflies. She wasn’t afraid of spiders or snakes or wasps. She smelled like flowers.
And for a long time Dean thought his mother was an angel; she looked like the one in the colored windows at church.
Dean keeps all these things hidden and safe. When he was small and Sam was very very little, Dean would crawl into his brother’s crib and whisper in Sammy’s ear. He told Sammy everything he could; he didn’t want to forget her. He still doesn’t.
-end