Fic: End of Times Verse, 4 Monster
Title: #4, Monster
Author: adja999
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean, Castiel, Bobby, OFC
Theme: Table 3, Paranormal State
Prompt(s): 4.Monster (#4)
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 386
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine. (yet)
Summary: The apocalypse is coming. Dean’s losing hope. Sam’s losing Dean. Castiel’s losing Heaven.
A/N: Written for spn_30snapshots.
There’s a funny kind of noise in the back of Sam’s throat. Dean watches him wipe a lone tear under his lashes and bites his lip. “Gimmee.”
He waves him over encouragingly. Sam looks up and blinks away more tears, eventually ceasing to cradle his bleeding forearm against his chest. He presents Dean with his wrist sporting a nasty wound. It’s not that deep, it didn’t cut the major arteries, but the skin’s torn, not cut, so it’ll take a long time to heal and probably stings like a bitch.
Sammy’s putting a brave front, he’s too young to have those concerns. Dean’s too young to have to patch his brother up instead of bitching about homework and teachers.
Dean presses a palm over his bloody thigh. “There. Brothers. See?” He smiles when Sam reaches out tentatively and smears the blood on Dean’s palm. “Forever, right?”
Sam looks up like the idea of never seeing Dean for a day in his life seems terrifying. “Forever.”
He called Sam a monster once.
Dean still says no to Michael. He says no to Michael and calls Sam.
“Why?”
Dean watches the way Sam buts his hip against the impala and trails a hand on the hood pensively. Even if it’s Dean’s baby, he missed her. She’s home, too. Maybe that’s what makes Dean so melodramatic.
“I need you.” He says. “Without you, I… god, you don’t even wanna know what I become.”
Sam doesn’t catch the honesty in the words, or he doesn’t believe it. He squints. “Right. You’re not here because of what I become.”
Dean sighs. “You and me both, okay? Yeah, it’s ugly. And I believe I’ve been warned for a reason.”
“You think it’s real?” Sam asks. “I mean, the real future?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Dean says again, putting as much conviction into it as he can. “I want you back here.” He pats the impala. “F-… Til this blows over at least.” he almost says forever.
Sam knows it. “What stopped you?”
Dean shrugs, looking away. “I don’t own you.”
There’s a silence and then Dean senses Sam slide closer, until he can feel his warmth by his side and Sam’s elbow against his. He holds out his forearm, showing Dean that scar he got all those years before. “Yeah you do.”
Author: adja999
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean, Castiel, Bobby, OFC
Theme: Table 3, Paranormal State
Prompt(s): 4.Monster (#4)
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 386
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine. (yet)
Summary: The apocalypse is coming. Dean’s losing hope. Sam’s losing Dean. Castiel’s losing Heaven.
A/N: Written for spn_30snapshots.
There’s a funny kind of noise in the back of Sam’s throat. Dean watches him wipe a lone tear under his lashes and bites his lip. “Gimmee.”
He waves him over encouragingly. Sam looks up and blinks away more tears, eventually ceasing to cradle his bleeding forearm against his chest. He presents Dean with his wrist sporting a nasty wound. It’s not that deep, it didn’t cut the major arteries, but the skin’s torn, not cut, so it’ll take a long time to heal and probably stings like a bitch.
Sammy’s putting a brave front, he’s too young to have those concerns. Dean’s too young to have to patch his brother up instead of bitching about homework and teachers.
Dean presses a palm over his bloody thigh. “There. Brothers. See?” He smiles when Sam reaches out tentatively and smears the blood on Dean’s palm. “Forever, right?”
Sam looks up like the idea of never seeing Dean for a day in his life seems terrifying. “Forever.”
He called Sam a monster once.
Dean still says no to Michael. He says no to Michael and calls Sam.
“Why?”
Dean watches the way Sam buts his hip against the impala and trails a hand on the hood pensively. Even if it’s Dean’s baby, he missed her. She’s home, too. Maybe that’s what makes Dean so melodramatic.
“I need you.” He says. “Without you, I… god, you don’t even wanna know what I become.”
Sam doesn’t catch the honesty in the words, or he doesn’t believe it. He squints. “Right. You’re not here because of what I become.”
Dean sighs. “You and me both, okay? Yeah, it’s ugly. And I believe I’ve been warned for a reason.”
“You think it’s real?” Sam asks. “I mean, the real future?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Dean says again, putting as much conviction into it as he can. “I want you back here.” He pats the impala. “F-… Til this blows over at least.” he almost says forever.
Sam knows it. “What stopped you?”
Dean shrugs, looking away. “I don’t own you.”
There’s a silence and then Dean senses Sam slide closer, until he can feel his warmth by his side and Sam’s elbow against his. He holds out his forearm, showing Dean that scar he got all those years before. “Yeah you do.”