"November Rain and Lightning Crashes" 19
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November Rain and Lightning Crashes
Continued from 18
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Road Trip, Day Fifteen
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The thing that was getting to Sue, was the stares. Okay fine, so they'd always been there. Only, with the current...circumstances, and such, they were just more apparent than usual.
First, it would be the car. People stared at the Impala. You could hear it practically a mile away, and in looks it obviously wasn't easy to miss either. So yes, first it would be the car. Meaning, by the time it would be parked, wherever they were, people were ALREADY staring.
Then the boys would get out - and here the stares would intensify. What with Sam and his lanky ass, 'n all. But Dean - Dean inevitably stood out.
And the women? Oh, the women would STARE, then. Sue wasn't a mind-reader, but she could just HEAR the wheels turning behind those stares.
'Cause, honestly, c'mon - it was Dean. Dean was dirty thoughts on legs.
Yeah. The stares. They officially started it. Sue's downward spiral into...well, a permanent state of being pissed-ness.
It really didn't help that Dean was often answering those damn stares with a wink and a cocky grin.
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Sam exited the bathroom, and froze dead in his tracks, staring for several seconds between Mary's bed, and the television.
"Uh...what're you watching?"
"I believe it's called porn." Mary said, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"I can...see that. Can I ask why?"
"'Cause I can. And I'm bored."
Sam frowned. Mary sounded moody - annoyed. He sighed, crossing to his own bed. Maybe it was PMS. Sam had lived with a girl for almost a year. He knew the signs well enough.
Mary didn't do or say anything else, laying on her stomach, head propped on her hands at the end of her bed, still attentively watching the tv.
The weather had been steadily heating up, and since the girls' infamous shopping spree, Mary had substituted her familiar huge t-shirts and baggy shorts she'd worn as pj's, for more...revealing garments to sleep in.
Sitting back against the headboard of his own bed, trying to ignore the excessively loud moaning coming front the tv, Sam's eyes inevitably fell on Mary's ass in the tight, tiny little shorts she had on.
He shifted uncomfortably. "Do you...really have to be watching this?" he asked again.
Mary turned her head to him, eyebrow raised. "Yes. It's about the closest I'm ever gonna get to screwing of any kind, so..." she shrugged.
"Mare..." Sam started, tone of protest in his voice. Then he cleared his throat. "You do know that there's a huge difference between porn and...actual sex, right?"
"Well I wouldn't know, now would I?" Mary replied, eyes fixed on the tv once more.
Sam sighed again. It was probably better to just let Mary watch what she wanted, and stay out of it. As uncomfortable as it was.
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Road Trip, Day Sixteen
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Sue and Mary shared this semi-neurotic habit of always carrying one pillow, each, of their own, everywhere with them. Each pillow would have one spare case. The girls would use the dirtier case of the two, to put their laundry in, every time they were over-due for a trip to a laundromat.
Currently, Sue's pillow case was soaring through the air and falling to the ground, spilling clothes all over the floor.
Sue stamped her foot, hands in the air. "Good GOD, that brother of yours is an IDIOT! How...how can one person BE so stupid?! I mean, he must be blind not to see how totally fuckin' whipped Mary is for him, but NOO... And...just...WHERE the hell does he get off thinking he's not 'good enough' for her, or whatever the hell moronic excuse he's got? Doesn't she deserve to choose for herself, for God's sake?!"
Dean ducked to the side as more clothes went flying. Thank goodness she hadn't reverted to throwing anything made of glass yet. Though he wasn't keeping his hopes up that it wasn't far from escalating to that.
"Uh...are you really still talking about Sam, here?" he queried carefully.
Sue narrowed her eyes at him. "Not really, no. It's just...men in general. All of you." She took a threatening few steps towards Dean, causing him to back away a bit more. "Men!" Sue spat, "you're all so fucking...infuriating!" With that, she grabbed her pillow case, stuffing the spilled clothes back inside. Then she headed out the door, slamming it loudly behind her.
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"It's just...Sue's really..." Dean made a fierce strangling gesture with his hands,"...ANGRY. I dunno, man - I'm afraid she's gonna kill me in my sleep, or something."
Sam let out a surprised huff. "Dude, Sue's not gonna kill you."
Dean frowned. "I'm serious, Sammy! I'm..." he paused as someone walked by them. Dean leaned closer to Sam, lowering his voice to a whisper, "I'm scared of her!"
This time Sam actually laughed. "Oh - man! You...you're afraid of a girl?! This is too good." He broke into another fit of laughter.
Dean managed to still look dead serious, yet a little offended. "Hey, I know what that GIRL is capable of. She's...dangerous."
Sam was still chuckling. He clapped Dean on the shoulder. "Whatever you say, man. I'll protect you from big, bad Sue, then."
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The four of them bundled into the car, ready to head to the next town, next motel - the usual drill.
Sam turned to Mary, sitting in the backseat. "Uh, listen - d'you mind if I bunk with Dean tonight?"
Mary took a few moments to reply. "Sure. Why would I mind?" Her voice was dead calm.
Sam nodded, looking a little unsure, but he turned to face in front of him again.
Sue and Mary looked at each other at the exact same moment. They were also thinking the exact same thing.
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"Those ASS-HOLES!" Sue was sitting flat on the ground in front of her bed, Mary in the same spot in front of hers.
"No shit, but what I wanna know, is who's idea was it?"
"Dean's, duh!"
"It could just as well have been Sam's, y'know. Tired of looking at my ugly mug."
Sue tossed a pillow at her. "Don't piss me off even more, here. Quit saying shit like that!"
Mary just shrugged. "Why're you so sure it was Dean, anyway?"
Sue tutted. "Oh I KNOW it was him. Fuckin'...avoidance, or denial, or something. Whatever."
Mary screwed up her face, thinking. "Y'know, I don't get Dean..."
"You and me both..."
"...no, but really. Since what happened with you two - I mean I know that must have been traumatizing, or whatever, but...it's like he can't make up his damn mind. 'Cause, like, you two were both wrecks at first. Then you hooked up, and you were really okay. Happy 'n all. Then he goes and screws THAT up, for no apparent reason..."
"Other than his own shitty issues, you mean?"
Mary nodded in agreement, "Yes, exactly. And now you're both slightly fucked-up, again? It's all so pointless?!"
Sue just grunted.
"And...another thing," Mary went on, "that I ALSO don't get, is why he was so set against Sam knowing, at first - about you two. Then that also changed, once you two had, y'know - started doing whatever it was you were...doing?"
The sudden change in Sue's expression caused Mary to frown. "What?"
Sue cleared her throat. "Ah...um, that's...you don't know 'bout that, right? I kinda...forgot."
"What're you talking about? I don't know about what?"
Sue bit her lip, looking conflicted. "Well - Dean does have a reason why he doesn't want Sam to know about...that night. It wasn't so much US he wanted to hide, but the...y'know - what had led to it?"
"Uh...okay?"
Sue fidgeted again. "I...I probably shouldn't tell you this."
"Oh c'mon - we don't have secrets!"
"Yeah, but...This isn't really OUR's. It's theirs. Sam's, actually."
Mary's eyes widened. "Well then you better the fuck tell me, 'cause if it's anything to do with Sam, I have to know. Anything that affects him, affects me."
Sue snorted. "And that just means that you're curious as shit, yes?"
Mary tried to suppress a smirk. "Well...yeah, but - oh come ON! It's Sam! Maybe it'll, I dunno - give me a better perspective of him?"
Sue burst into laughter. "Oh jeez - you somehow always manage to make things sound so philosophical...yet super-cheesy?!"
"Yes, thank you. I'm serious. Tell me!"
Sue rolled her eyes. "It's not like you're gonna give me much freakin' choice anyway." She sighed. "So okay, then." Sue paused for a moment, scratching her head. "Um, Dean kinda told me once that Sam's apparently got a bit of a problem with his temper? Like an anger-management kinda thing?"
Mary gaped, then started laughing herself. "What?! No way. Our Sammy? Dean must have been messing with you."
Sue shrugged. "Hey, that's what I thought, at first. Though I'm telling you, I know Dean well enough. He wasn't kidding about this."
"But...what's that got to do with, y'know - what happened to you two?"
Sue cringed. "It's not so much the what, as the who. Y'know, that...guy? He's tied to their past. Dean thinks Sam'll, I dunno, flip out - wanna go all, well, vigilante on his ass?"
"Oh my GOD?! That's...there's no WAY - I don't buy it. Dean might be his brother, but Sam wouldn't. He...he wanted to get AWAY from that life. He wouldn't go do what their dad did. Never."
"I'm just telling you Dean's version. And he said, everyone's always assumed he's the one who's potentially like their dad, but...it's actually Sam that IS."
Mary frowned, looking worried. "Well hell, you should've told me this sooner. It sure does give me a different perspective of Sam."
"Lemme guess - one that scares you?"
Mary nodded. "A little, yeah," she said quietly, "but not in the way you might think. I'd never be scared OF Sam. But...scared FOR him, rather. Know what I mean?"
Sue nodded. "Oh yeah. I know what you mean."
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TBC...
November Rain and Lightning Crashes
Continued from 18
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19
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Road Trip, Day Fifteen
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The thing that was getting to Sue, was the stares. Okay fine, so they'd always been there. Only, with the current...circumstances, and such, they were just more apparent than usual.
First, it would be the car. People stared at the Impala. You could hear it practically a mile away, and in looks it obviously wasn't easy to miss either. So yes, first it would be the car. Meaning, by the time it would be parked, wherever they were, people were ALREADY staring.
Then the boys would get out - and here the stares would intensify. What with Sam and his lanky ass, 'n all. But Dean - Dean inevitably stood out.
And the women? Oh, the women would STARE, then. Sue wasn't a mind-reader, but she could just HEAR the wheels turning behind those stares.
'Cause, honestly, c'mon - it was Dean. Dean was dirty thoughts on legs.
Yeah. The stares. They officially started it. Sue's downward spiral into...well, a permanent state of being pissed-ness.
It really didn't help that Dean was often answering those damn stares with a wink and a cocky grin.
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Sam exited the bathroom, and froze dead in his tracks, staring for several seconds between Mary's bed, and the television.
"Uh...what're you watching?"
"I believe it's called porn." Mary said, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"I can...see that. Can I ask why?"
"'Cause I can. And I'm bored."
Sam frowned. Mary sounded moody - annoyed. He sighed, crossing to his own bed. Maybe it was PMS. Sam had lived with a girl for almost a year. He knew the signs well enough.
Mary didn't do or say anything else, laying on her stomach, head propped on her hands at the end of her bed, still attentively watching the tv.
The weather had been steadily heating up, and since the girls' infamous shopping spree, Mary had substituted her familiar huge t-shirts and baggy shorts she'd worn as pj's, for more...revealing garments to sleep in.
Sitting back against the headboard of his own bed, trying to ignore the excessively loud moaning coming front the tv, Sam's eyes inevitably fell on Mary's ass in the tight, tiny little shorts she had on.
He shifted uncomfortably. "Do you...really have to be watching this?" he asked again.
Mary turned her head to him, eyebrow raised. "Yes. It's about the closest I'm ever gonna get to screwing of any kind, so..." she shrugged.
"Mare..." Sam started, tone of protest in his voice. Then he cleared his throat. "You do know that there's a huge difference between porn and...actual sex, right?"
"Well I wouldn't know, now would I?" Mary replied, eyes fixed on the tv once more.
Sam sighed again. It was probably better to just let Mary watch what she wanted, and stay out of it. As uncomfortable as it was.
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Road Trip, Day Sixteen
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Sue and Mary shared this semi-neurotic habit of always carrying one pillow, each, of their own, everywhere with them. Each pillow would have one spare case. The girls would use the dirtier case of the two, to put their laundry in, every time they were over-due for a trip to a laundromat.
Currently, Sue's pillow case was soaring through the air and falling to the ground, spilling clothes all over the floor.
Sue stamped her foot, hands in the air. "Good GOD, that brother of yours is an IDIOT! How...how can one person BE so stupid?! I mean, he must be blind not to see how totally fuckin' whipped Mary is for him, but NOO... And...just...WHERE the hell does he get off thinking he's not 'good enough' for her, or whatever the hell moronic excuse he's got? Doesn't she deserve to choose for herself, for God's sake?!"
Dean ducked to the side as more clothes went flying. Thank goodness she hadn't reverted to throwing anything made of glass yet. Though he wasn't keeping his hopes up that it wasn't far from escalating to that.
"Uh...are you really still talking about Sam, here?" he queried carefully.
Sue narrowed her eyes at him. "Not really, no. It's just...men in general. All of you." She took a threatening few steps towards Dean, causing him to back away a bit more. "Men!" Sue spat, "you're all so fucking...infuriating!" With that, she grabbed her pillow case, stuffing the spilled clothes back inside. Then she headed out the door, slamming it loudly behind her.
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"It's just...Sue's really..." Dean made a fierce strangling gesture with his hands,"...ANGRY. I dunno, man - I'm afraid she's gonna kill me in my sleep, or something."
Sam let out a surprised huff. "Dude, Sue's not gonna kill you."
Dean frowned. "I'm serious, Sammy! I'm..." he paused as someone walked by them. Dean leaned closer to Sam, lowering his voice to a whisper, "I'm scared of her!"
This time Sam actually laughed. "Oh - man! You...you're afraid of a girl?! This is too good." He broke into another fit of laughter.
Dean managed to still look dead serious, yet a little offended. "Hey, I know what that GIRL is capable of. She's...dangerous."
Sam was still chuckling. He clapped Dean on the shoulder. "Whatever you say, man. I'll protect you from big, bad Sue, then."
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The four of them bundled into the car, ready to head to the next town, next motel - the usual drill.
Sam turned to Mary, sitting in the backseat. "Uh, listen - d'you mind if I bunk with Dean tonight?"
Mary took a few moments to reply. "Sure. Why would I mind?" Her voice was dead calm.
Sam nodded, looking a little unsure, but he turned to face in front of him again.
Sue and Mary looked at each other at the exact same moment. They were also thinking the exact same thing.
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"Those ASS-HOLES!" Sue was sitting flat on the ground in front of her bed, Mary in the same spot in front of hers.
"No shit, but what I wanna know, is who's idea was it?"
"Dean's, duh!"
"It could just as well have been Sam's, y'know. Tired of looking at my ugly mug."
Sue tossed a pillow at her. "Don't piss me off even more, here. Quit saying shit like that!"
Mary just shrugged. "Why're you so sure it was Dean, anyway?"
Sue tutted. "Oh I KNOW it was him. Fuckin'...avoidance, or denial, or something. Whatever."
Mary screwed up her face, thinking. "Y'know, I don't get Dean..."
"You and me both..."
"...no, but really. Since what happened with you two - I mean I know that must have been traumatizing, or whatever, but...it's like he can't make up his damn mind. 'Cause, like, you two were both wrecks at first. Then you hooked up, and you were really okay. Happy 'n all. Then he goes and screws THAT up, for no apparent reason..."
"Other than his own shitty issues, you mean?"
Mary nodded in agreement, "Yes, exactly. And now you're both slightly fucked-up, again? It's all so pointless?!"
Sue just grunted.
"And...another thing," Mary went on, "that I ALSO don't get, is why he was so set against Sam knowing, at first - about you two. Then that also changed, once you two had, y'know - started doing whatever it was you were...doing?"
The sudden change in Sue's expression caused Mary to frown. "What?"
Sue cleared her throat. "Ah...um, that's...you don't know 'bout that, right? I kinda...forgot."
"What're you talking about? I don't know about what?"
Sue bit her lip, looking conflicted. "Well - Dean does have a reason why he doesn't want Sam to know about...that night. It wasn't so much US he wanted to hide, but the...y'know - what had led to it?"
"Uh...okay?"
Sue fidgeted again. "I...I probably shouldn't tell you this."
"Oh c'mon - we don't have secrets!"
"Yeah, but...This isn't really OUR's. It's theirs. Sam's, actually."
Mary's eyes widened. "Well then you better the fuck tell me, 'cause if it's anything to do with Sam, I have to know. Anything that affects him, affects me."
Sue snorted. "And that just means that you're curious as shit, yes?"
Mary tried to suppress a smirk. "Well...yeah, but - oh come ON! It's Sam! Maybe it'll, I dunno - give me a better perspective of him?"
Sue burst into laughter. "Oh jeez - you somehow always manage to make things sound so philosophical...yet super-cheesy?!"
"Yes, thank you. I'm serious. Tell me!"
Sue rolled her eyes. "It's not like you're gonna give me much freakin' choice anyway." She sighed. "So okay, then." Sue paused for a moment, scratching her head. "Um, Dean kinda told me once that Sam's apparently got a bit of a problem with his temper? Like an anger-management kinda thing?"
Mary gaped, then started laughing herself. "What?! No way. Our Sammy? Dean must have been messing with you."
Sue shrugged. "Hey, that's what I thought, at first. Though I'm telling you, I know Dean well enough. He wasn't kidding about this."
"But...what's that got to do with, y'know - what happened to you two?"
Sue cringed. "It's not so much the what, as the who. Y'know, that...guy? He's tied to their past. Dean thinks Sam'll, I dunno, flip out - wanna go all, well, vigilante on his ass?"
"Oh my GOD?! That's...there's no WAY - I don't buy it. Dean might be his brother, but Sam wouldn't. He...he wanted to get AWAY from that life. He wouldn't go do what their dad did. Never."
"I'm just telling you Dean's version. And he said, everyone's always assumed he's the one who's potentially like their dad, but...it's actually Sam that IS."
Mary frowned, looking worried. "Well hell, you should've told me this sooner. It sure does give me a different perspective of Sam."
"Lemme guess - one that scares you?"
Mary nodded. "A little, yeah," she said quietly, "but not in the way you might think. I'd never be scared OF Sam. But...scared FOR him, rather. Know what I mean?"
Sue nodded. "Oh yeah. I know what you mean."
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TBC...