Road Raising prolauge/?

Feb 01, 2008 15:16

Title: Road Raising
Warning: Non descriptive sex, and um, dean emoing
Rating: R to be safe
Summery: Dean thought his childhood was normal, if not that, it was what should be normal. Sam thought it was horrible. Jo, Jo just felt trapped.
Pairing: Kinda Jo/Dean but not really mostly Gen.

For every demon there is a different type of hunter.

And Dean knows, there are a lot of fucking demons. He measured his years and grades through them. His classes were in anatomy, (setting the shoulder, popping it back into place, now Dean, be careful, if this isn’t done right we’ll have to go to a hospital). He took art (counter clockwise Dean, the lines have to be straight, hurry, the sonnova is coming back.) Languages (No one speaks Latin anymore, but the popes. And they have the easiest exorcisms, but he learns Portuguese and Spanish, and even a little Creole, Sam learns it all faster, and easier.) He learns math (counting rounds of bullets and understanding how to triangulate a location based on attacks. Logic building) and history (he knows battle plans, they worked for them will work for us. He knows more about the hick towns and their ghosts then anyone else.)

He thinks that his way of life is normal. It is the only way to be.

Sam remembers screaming demons and sewing his brother up, he remembers chemistry being how much beer can we drink tonight before we have to get up and god oh god do we want to? He remembers writing a letter to Stanford saying why he doesn’t have an SAT score. That, he was home schooled, never had time to sit for them, that his family moved around a lot. He had a PO box in Lawrence Kansas, they all did. For official communications only though, not like they had any other. He got his acceptance almost too late to accept it. He remembers cold nights where he’s sitting in the back of the impala trying to read, but distracted by the sounds of his brother and father sewing each other up. He remembers looking at the other kids and wanting to play, but him and Dean have homework, research for the next hunt. They have target practice instead of swing sets. Instead of a blushing first date he realizes he’s lost his virginity where his brother did, the backseat of the Impala.

Sam thinks that his way of life is disturbing, and he wonders how a man can raise his child like that.

Jo grew up in a bar. She remembers public school hell. She was the little girl who served beer and listened to the hunters come in and tell their stories. She sat at the seat next to the window and drew pictures of talismans and devils. She went home and like every other kid shot beer bottles off of fences. Only she imagined they were demons, she was holding the colt revolver she’d heard men whisper about. She remembers seeing her father tired, and exhilarated. She remembers being laughed at because she would come in smelling of hunter vomit. She remembers feeling oh so trapped and dear god when would she get free?

She thinks sitting at a bar listening to others travels kills you inside, that it could still kill her.

Author's Notes: I posted this on ff.net a while ago... I got one more chapter out then, my computor's hard drive crashed and I lost the rest. Figured I'd give it another go.

gen, road raising, supernatural

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