Dies Iræ 6/10
Title: Dies Iræ
Author: helenmia
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 15 (ish)
Summary: The Winchesters aren’t ones for saving people and hunting things. AU.
Characters: John, Dean, Teen!Sam/Jess
Warnings: AU, dark themes, mental health issues
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Jess is nice to him though, interested in him and asking questions, but not intrusively. Dean’s skittish at first, monosyllabic, but eventually the one-word answers grow a little longer, his gaze at Jess a little less intense, and after they’ve eaten sandwiches and cookies and pie that Jess has brought with her, the atmosphere is well, friendly, Sam realizes, half-amazed.
Dean talks about books with Jess, he’s read Lord of the Flies and suggests ideas for their book report that they haven’t considered, but which they seize upon eagerly, scribbling while Dean blows smoke rings and watches them, discussing and asking Dean his opinion, until Dean takes Sam’s notebook and starts scrawling into it. It’s Jess, Sam realises, exchanging smiles with her. She’s the one making this happen.
“There, Sammy.” Dean tosses the book back casually and Sam grins and puts it with the others.
“It’s nearly seven, Sam. I’ll have to go - my brother’s gonna be waiting for me.”
“Your brother’s coming here?” Dean frowns.
“Just to the gate, Dean. He’s not coming in.” Sam doesn’t snap like he usually would. “I’ll walk Jess down there and wait with her.”
“Hey, it was great to meet you, Dean.” Jess smiles at him. “Thanks for all your help with the book report.”
“It’s nothing.” Dean says, and disappears into the house.
: : :
Jess’s brother is late, the shadows are lengthening when his little red sports car pulls up outside the gate.
“Man, you live here?” he says, not unkindly, but Sam can’t help the automatic step back, the hostility that crosses his face for a split-second.
“Mikey, this is Sam. Sam, my brother.” Jess says quickly.
“Hi,” Mikey isn’t getting out of his car, just nods carelessly in Sam’s direction, still staring at the fortified electronic gate. “That’s some security, dude.”
“My dad likes it that way.” Sam replies, with a shrug.
“At least no-one must bother ya,” Mike cranks the radio up. Jess kisses Sam on the cheek. “I’ll see you in class, Sam.”
“Thanks for coming round,” Sam brushes his hair out of his eyes, it’s getting long. He hopes he doesn’t sound too pathetically grateful.
“I enjoyed myself,” Jess smiles, and Mikey puts his foot on the gas and the last thing Sam sees is her blonde hair all around her face and a small hand raised up in a wave, and she’s gone.
He stays by the gate for a while, staring down the rough road, imagining Jess’ brother bitching about the effect it would have on the suspension of his fancy car. Dean used to… Suddenly it hits Sam, and he’s amazed he never thought of it before. What happened to Dean’s car?
: : :
The garage is at the back of the Winchester house, past the low brick wall that John uses for target practice, past the old rabbit hutches, past the vegetable garden that they’ve neglected for years. Before Dean’s breakdown they were almost entirely self-sufficient, but the rabbits died, the vegetables now rotted in the ground and Dean didn’t leave the house. That was nearly four years ago. Dean was only a little older than Sam is now.
Sam vows to himself that he’ll never turn out like that.
The garage is locked, but the lock is four years old, and Sam can pick it. He’s got time. He glances towards the house, but the only light showing is the one he left on in the kitchen. Dean might wonder why he’s not back in the house yet, but he won’t come outside. He’s safe.
The door needs oiling, but it opens eventually and Sam slips inside. The lightswitch, when he tries it, doesn’t work, damp or fused, maybe, but it’s not yet dark enough outside not to make out the shape of the ’67 Chevy Impala, Dean’s old car. The car from their childhood, given to Dean by their father.
Sam coughs; the garage smells odd, musty… oil and leather and gasoline, dust and neglect. The car is unlocked when he tries the door, and even though the garage isn’t that wide, he’s skinny enough to be able to slide into the front seat and sit there, his hands on the wheel, day-dreaming.
Maybe Dad would let him have the car? Not forever, Sam thinks hastily, frowning. Just until Dean’s better and can use it again. It wouldn’t take much to fix it up, a new battery, maybe. Would Jess like a car like this?
“SAM!” The yell makes him jump a mile, his heart hammering in his chest.
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Author: helenmia
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 15 (ish)
Summary: The Winchesters aren’t ones for saving people and hunting things. AU.
Characters: John, Dean, Teen!Sam/Jess
Warnings: AU, dark themes, mental health issues
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5]
Jess is nice to him though, interested in him and asking questions, but not intrusively. Dean’s skittish at first, monosyllabic, but eventually the one-word answers grow a little longer, his gaze at Jess a little less intense, and after they’ve eaten sandwiches and cookies and pie that Jess has brought with her, the atmosphere is well, friendly, Sam realizes, half-amazed.
Dean talks about books with Jess, he’s read Lord of the Flies and suggests ideas for their book report that they haven’t considered, but which they seize upon eagerly, scribbling while Dean blows smoke rings and watches them, discussing and asking Dean his opinion, until Dean takes Sam’s notebook and starts scrawling into it. It’s Jess, Sam realises, exchanging smiles with her. She’s the one making this happen.
“There, Sammy.” Dean tosses the book back casually and Sam grins and puts it with the others.
“It’s nearly seven, Sam. I’ll have to go - my brother’s gonna be waiting for me.”
“Your brother’s coming here?” Dean frowns.
“Just to the gate, Dean. He’s not coming in.” Sam doesn’t snap like he usually would. “I’ll walk Jess down there and wait with her.”
“Hey, it was great to meet you, Dean.” Jess smiles at him. “Thanks for all your help with the book report.”
“It’s nothing.” Dean says, and disappears into the house.
: : :
Jess’s brother is late, the shadows are lengthening when his little red sports car pulls up outside the gate.
“Man, you live here?” he says, not unkindly, but Sam can’t help the automatic step back, the hostility that crosses his face for a split-second.
“Mikey, this is Sam. Sam, my brother.” Jess says quickly.
“Hi,” Mikey isn’t getting out of his car, just nods carelessly in Sam’s direction, still staring at the fortified electronic gate. “That’s some security, dude.”
“My dad likes it that way.” Sam replies, with a shrug.
“At least no-one must bother ya,” Mike cranks the radio up. Jess kisses Sam on the cheek. “I’ll see you in class, Sam.”
“Thanks for coming round,” Sam brushes his hair out of his eyes, it’s getting long. He hopes he doesn’t sound too pathetically grateful.
“I enjoyed myself,” Jess smiles, and Mikey puts his foot on the gas and the last thing Sam sees is her blonde hair all around her face and a small hand raised up in a wave, and she’s gone.
He stays by the gate for a while, staring down the rough road, imagining Jess’ brother bitching about the effect it would have on the suspension of his fancy car. Dean used to… Suddenly it hits Sam, and he’s amazed he never thought of it before. What happened to Dean’s car?
: : :
The garage is at the back of the Winchester house, past the low brick wall that John uses for target practice, past the old rabbit hutches, past the vegetable garden that they’ve neglected for years. Before Dean’s breakdown they were almost entirely self-sufficient, but the rabbits died, the vegetables now rotted in the ground and Dean didn’t leave the house. That was nearly four years ago. Dean was only a little older than Sam is now.
Sam vows to himself that he’ll never turn out like that.
The garage is locked, but the lock is four years old, and Sam can pick it. He’s got time. He glances towards the house, but the only light showing is the one he left on in the kitchen. Dean might wonder why he’s not back in the house yet, but he won’t come outside. He’s safe.
The door needs oiling, but it opens eventually and Sam slips inside. The lightswitch, when he tries it, doesn’t work, damp or fused, maybe, but it’s not yet dark enough outside not to make out the shape of the ’67 Chevy Impala, Dean’s old car. The car from their childhood, given to Dean by their father.
Sam coughs; the garage smells odd, musty… oil and leather and gasoline, dust and neglect. The car is unlocked when he tries the door, and even though the garage isn’t that wide, he’s skinny enough to be able to slide into the front seat and sit there, his hands on the wheel, day-dreaming.
Maybe Dad would let him have the car? Not forever, Sam thinks hastily, frowning. Just until Dean’s better and can use it again. It wouldn’t take much to fix it up, a new battery, maybe. Would Jess like a car like this?
“SAM!” The yell makes him jump a mile, his heart hammering in his chest.
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