Ficlet: Seventeen Strokes
Title: Seventeen Strokes
Author: astri13
Genre/Rating: Gen, PG-13
A/N: 240 words chock full of Dean-angst
Summary: Sometimes we speak louder in actions than in words.
Seventeen Strokes
One
Sam has left but his words keep ringing in Dean's mind. His little brother bared his heart to him and Dean…Dean couldn't give him anything in return. Not comfort, not encouragement, not absolution from his guilt, not even a bad joke. That's a first.
Two
Why did you leave me? It was me, I was supposed to die. This time and the one before. It was me, damnit.
Three
Why did you tell me this? And why not more? I know you knew more. I could see it in your eyes. Why did you not tell me?
Four
It doesn't matter...I'll never hurt him. You hear me, you bastard? Never.
Five
I hate you.
Six
If I could, I'd kill you myself.
Seven
Please come back.
Eight
Please help me. I can't do this alone.
Nine
I don't want to.
Ten
You’ll never know, Sammy. I'll never tell you that your own father…that he even considered…You'll never know.
Eleven
You were so small back then, Sammy. And you wriggled.
Twelve
He put you in my arms.
Thirteen
He put you in my arms, and I never gave you back.
Fourteen
He told me to take care of you.
Fifteen
And I will. I will save you.
Sixteen
I'm sorry, baby, just one more.
Seventeen
Finally, the crowbar slips from his fingers, and Dean slumps next to the Impala. He never said a word. It's not time yet.
Author: astri13
Genre/Rating: Gen, PG-13
A/N: 240 words chock full of Dean-angst
Summary: Sometimes we speak louder in actions than in words.
Seventeen Strokes
One
Sam has left but his words keep ringing in Dean's mind. His little brother bared his heart to him and Dean…Dean couldn't give him anything in return. Not comfort, not encouragement, not absolution from his guilt, not even a bad joke. That's a first.
Two
Why did you leave me? It was me, I was supposed to die. This time and the one before. It was me, damnit.
Three
Why did you tell me this? And why not more? I know you knew more. I could see it in your eyes. Why did you not tell me?
Four
It doesn't matter...I'll never hurt him. You hear me, you bastard? Never.
Five
I hate you.
Six
If I could, I'd kill you myself.
Seven
Please come back.
Eight
Please help me. I can't do this alone.
Nine
I don't want to.
Ten
You’ll never know, Sammy. I'll never tell you that your own father…that he even considered…You'll never know.
Eleven
You were so small back then, Sammy. And you wriggled.
Twelve
He put you in my arms.
Thirteen
He put you in my arms, and I never gave you back.
Fourteen
He told me to take care of you.
Fifteen
And I will. I will save you.
Sixteen
I'm sorry, baby, just one more.
Seventeen
Finally, the crowbar slips from his fingers, and Dean slumps next to the Impala. He never said a word. It's not time yet.