"Blame, Guilt, and Forbearance"
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Dean. No slash.
Genre: General, Angst.
Wordcount: Triple Drabble (300 words)
Summary: Coda to “Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things.” Sam has Daddy!angst too, you know.
Generic warning on all of my fics: A minority of my stories contain character death. For artistic reasons, I prefer not to disclose it in the headers. If you will not read a story unless you know whether one of the Winchester brothers dies, click here for the spoiler.
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“You broke a glass,” Sam said, crouching next to him as he stared into the ravine. He didn’t ask; when Sam started with a non sequitur, he always filled in the blanks on his own.
“In the hospital. Because Dad and I were fighting. Want to know why?”
He looked over in fatigue and resignation. Thirty straight hours in the car, driving until the length of the country lay between them and their mother’s grave. He could feel his eyes sinking into their orbits and his skin tightening over bone like a death’s-head.
“He blamed me.” Sam picked up a dead stick from the ground. “He said he never should have let me in on the hunt, said if I’d shot it back in the cabin, you wouldn’t be in a coma. I have to take that to my grave.” He snapped the stick in two. “I hate him for it.”
Maybe Sam meant it, maybe he was just trying to get a rise out of him. Either way, he was too numb to even shake his head.
“You know what? You’re his son. If he traded his life for yours, it’s no more than a father should have done.” Sam pitched the broken halves of the stick into the trees below them. “Think he would have done the same if it had been me?”
“For the love of God, Sam,” he said tiredly, “you know he would have.”
“No. No, I really don’t.” Rising, Sam turned back to the car. “So if it’s anyone's fault,” he threw over his shoulder, “it’s mine. Dad was the demon expert, and he sure as hell thought so.”
He lowered his head to his hands as the car door slammed, bowed down by the weight of the secrets and lies, and the truths.
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Feedback and concrit are always welcome. If you enjoyed, you can find a linked list of my fic (categorized, no less), here.
Characters: Sam, Dean. No slash.
Genre: General, Angst.
Wordcount: Triple Drabble (300 words)
Summary: Coda to “Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things.” Sam has Daddy!angst too, you know.
Generic warning on all of my fics: A minority of my stories contain character death. For artistic reasons, I prefer not to disclose it in the headers. If you will not read a story unless you know whether one of the Winchester brothers dies, click here for the spoiler.
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“You broke a glass,” Sam said, crouching next to him as he stared into the ravine. He didn’t ask; when Sam started with a non sequitur, he always filled in the blanks on his own.
“In the hospital. Because Dad and I were fighting. Want to know why?”
He looked over in fatigue and resignation. Thirty straight hours in the car, driving until the length of the country lay between them and their mother’s grave. He could feel his eyes sinking into their orbits and his skin tightening over bone like a death’s-head.
“He blamed me.” Sam picked up a dead stick from the ground. “He said he never should have let me in on the hunt, said if I’d shot it back in the cabin, you wouldn’t be in a coma. I have to take that to my grave.” He snapped the stick in two. “I hate him for it.”
Maybe Sam meant it, maybe he was just trying to get a rise out of him. Either way, he was too numb to even shake his head.
“You know what? You’re his son. If he traded his life for yours, it’s no more than a father should have done.” Sam pitched the broken halves of the stick into the trees below them. “Think he would have done the same if it had been me?”
“For the love of God, Sam,” he said tiredly, “you know he would have.”
“No. No, I really don’t.” Rising, Sam turned back to the car. “So if it’s anyone's fault,” he threw over his shoulder, “it’s mine. Dad was the demon expert, and he sure as hell thought so.”
He lowered his head to his hands as the car door slammed, bowed down by the weight of the secrets and lies, and the truths.
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Feedback and concrit are always welcome. If you enjoyed, you can find a linked list of my fic (categorized, no less), here.