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Title: How to Decode Your Actions
Prompt: 262 - silence
Character/Pairing: Dean Winchester, mentions of Sam and Jimmy.
Word Count: 409
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of boykisses.
Summary: Dean's mulling over his actions.
Note: Part One. Part Two. Part Three. This is part four!
What the hell had he done? Dean couldn’t even think, let alone decide if what just happened in the room was freaking kosher or not. At first he was going to go over and talk with Sam, but that would turn into having to hear a long ass speech via his little brother.
So he did what he would do any other time - get in his car and drive. Just go until he found some back road or clearing where he could park and sit on the hood of the Impala to think. Somewhere silent. And after driving for an hour, he found a place. It overlooked the small town and seemed like the perfect spot, almost as if someone had led him there.
Dean put the car in park and got out of the car, making his way over to the hood of the Impala and sitting down carefully. He glanced up at the sky and stars, just trying to put a finger on his actions. Silently trying to decode them in his mind and it wasn’t easy.
The only thing he could think of was that Jimmy probably hated him for it. He’d lost his family and everything, and then Dean had to go and do that. He was pretty sure Jimmy didn’t even swing that way. Not even an inch. Dean went through his experimental phase when he was young, so why the hell the sudden spur of the moment action? He wanted to make Jimmy feel better, sure but that wasn’t the right action.
He put a hand on his forehead, running a hand down the side of his face in exasperation. It wasn’t like he had a time machine or something to go back and prevent it. It happened. Now he had to deal with it. Apologizing profusely seemed to be his best bet currently.
Then again, what if Jimmy had liked it? No, he couldn’t think that. Dean had to keep his head straight and on course. He’d go back and apologize. Just not now. In a little while.
Or until his cell phone starting ringing. Like it was now. Dean pulled it out, saw it was Sam on his ID, and rolled his eyes before pushing off from the hood of the Impala and going back to the driver’s seat. “I’ll deal with it sooner than later then,” he assured himself while he started it up and started back to the motel.
Prompt: 262 - silence
Character/Pairing: Dean Winchester, mentions of Sam and Jimmy.
Word Count: 409
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of boykisses.
Summary: Dean's mulling over his actions.
Note: Part One. Part Two. Part Three. This is part four!
What the hell had he done? Dean couldn’t even think, let alone decide if what just happened in the room was freaking kosher or not. At first he was going to go over and talk with Sam, but that would turn into having to hear a long ass speech via his little brother.
So he did what he would do any other time - get in his car and drive. Just go until he found some back road or clearing where he could park and sit on the hood of the Impala to think. Somewhere silent. And after driving for an hour, he found a place. It overlooked the small town and seemed like the perfect spot, almost as if someone had led him there.
Dean put the car in park and got out of the car, making his way over to the hood of the Impala and sitting down carefully. He glanced up at the sky and stars, just trying to put a finger on his actions. Silently trying to decode them in his mind and it wasn’t easy.
The only thing he could think of was that Jimmy probably hated him for it. He’d lost his family and everything, and then Dean had to go and do that. He was pretty sure Jimmy didn’t even swing that way. Not even an inch. Dean went through his experimental phase when he was young, so why the hell the sudden spur of the moment action? He wanted to make Jimmy feel better, sure but that wasn’t the right action.
He put a hand on his forehead, running a hand down the side of his face in exasperation. It wasn’t like he had a time machine or something to go back and prevent it. It happened. Now he had to deal with it. Apologizing profusely seemed to be his best bet currently.
Then again, what if Jimmy had liked it? No, he couldn’t think that. Dean had to keep his head straight and on course. He’d go back and apologize. Just not now. In a little while.
Or until his cell phone starting ringing. Like it was now. Dean pulled it out, saw it was Sam on his ID, and rolled his eyes before pushing off from the hood of the Impala and going back to the driver’s seat. “I’ll deal with it sooner than later then,” he assured himself while he started it up and started back to the motel.