46.4 Casablanca Quote
[Ilsa: I can't fight it anymore. I ran away from you once. I can't do it again. Oh, I don't know what's right any longer. You have to think for both of us. For all of us.
Rick: All right, I will. Here's looking at you, kid.
Ilsa: I wish I didn't love you so much.]
She’s asleep in the backseat and Sam’s leaning against the passenger side door. He’s not certain if Sam’s asleep or just listening to his iPod. Normally he’d jerk the ear buds out of Sam’s ears and crank the music up but he doesn’t want to wake Brooke. Instead he punches Sam in the arm and apparently, Sam was sound asleep because he wakes up with a grumble and a bitchy look on his face. He tugs the ear buds out of his own ears.
“What the hell, Dean?”
“I’m fucking this up, aren’t I?”
That gets him a double take from Sam and leaves the kid looking a little like a very confused golden retriever. In order to clarify, Dean jerks his head toward the backseat. Sam glances over at Brooke asleep and then back at Dean. In response, he shrugs.
“She seems pretty happy about things right now.”
“Yeah but you know how this is gonna go,” Dean says with a glance up in the rearview mirror. He’s got it tilted down so that he can see the back seat.
“The only relationship you ever had, you had during the two years we weren’t talking. I have no idea how this is going to go.”
Dean looks out the window, annoyance flickering across his face. It was so friggin’ much easier when Sam just got it and didn’t make him talk through this shit.
“She’s going to get tired of me being gone. She’s going to get tired of me coming home hurt. I don’t do that romance shit. I’m better at cut and run. She wants the whole apple pie life. Picket fence, kids and a dog.” Dean shook his head, jaw tight as he focuses on the road in front of him.
Sam glances back over the backseat and back at Dean. “You could talk to her about it.”
“Tried that.”
That earned him a surprised look. Brows rising up for a moment before his forehead furrowed. He rubs the back of his neck, considering Dean’s words.
“You don’t have to do this, Dean. You can quit and I’ll just…” Sam trails off because he knows he can’t quit. He’s not allowed to and right now, he’s not sure Dean’s allowed to either. Even if he were, Sam can’t do this without Dean and everybody knows it.
Dean looks over at him and rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Sammy. Like I’m really gonna leave you alone in this shit.” His eyes click up to the rearview mirror and back to the road. “I told her what I could do and what I couldn’t then let her make the decision. She picked this one.”
“Maybe it’ll be alright,” Sam points out, settling back into the corner created by the seat and the door.
“Nah. I figure one of these days I’ll show up, pull up to the curb and she’ll meet me at the door to toss my ass out,” Dean responds. There’s just the slightest bit of hush to his voice, a catch to it that hints he believes what he’s saying.
“Well that sucks,” Sam sighs after a minute.
“You’re telling me.”
“Think you could hold off until summer?” Sam asks, the corner of his mouth just tugging up in the slightest bit of a grin.
Dean smirks and raises an eyebrow in question.
“I’m really looking forward to using the pool.”
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
622 words
Partner(s): Brooke Davis giveandforgive (RP) Sam Winchester notantichrist (canon)
Rick: All right, I will. Here's looking at you, kid.
Ilsa: I wish I didn't love you so much.]
She’s asleep in the backseat and Sam’s leaning against the passenger side door. He’s not certain if Sam’s asleep or just listening to his iPod. Normally he’d jerk the ear buds out of Sam’s ears and crank the music up but he doesn’t want to wake Brooke. Instead he punches Sam in the arm and apparently, Sam was sound asleep because he wakes up with a grumble and a bitchy look on his face. He tugs the ear buds out of his own ears.
“What the hell, Dean?”
“I’m fucking this up, aren’t I?”
That gets him a double take from Sam and leaves the kid looking a little like a very confused golden retriever. In order to clarify, Dean jerks his head toward the backseat. Sam glances over at Brooke asleep and then back at Dean. In response, he shrugs.
“She seems pretty happy about things right now.”
“Yeah but you know how this is gonna go,” Dean says with a glance up in the rearview mirror. He’s got it tilted down so that he can see the back seat.
“The only relationship you ever had, you had during the two years we weren’t talking. I have no idea how this is going to go.”
Dean looks out the window, annoyance flickering across his face. It was so friggin’ much easier when Sam just got it and didn’t make him talk through this shit.
“She’s going to get tired of me being gone. She’s going to get tired of me coming home hurt. I don’t do that romance shit. I’m better at cut and run. She wants the whole apple pie life. Picket fence, kids and a dog.” Dean shook his head, jaw tight as he focuses on the road in front of him.
Sam glances back over the backseat and back at Dean. “You could talk to her about it.”
“Tried that.”
That earned him a surprised look. Brows rising up for a moment before his forehead furrowed. He rubs the back of his neck, considering Dean’s words.
“You don’t have to do this, Dean. You can quit and I’ll just…” Sam trails off because he knows he can’t quit. He’s not allowed to and right now, he’s not sure Dean’s allowed to either. Even if he were, Sam can’t do this without Dean and everybody knows it.
Dean looks over at him and rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Sammy. Like I’m really gonna leave you alone in this shit.” His eyes click up to the rearview mirror and back to the road. “I told her what I could do and what I couldn’t then let her make the decision. She picked this one.”
“Maybe it’ll be alright,” Sam points out, settling back into the corner created by the seat and the door.
“Nah. I figure one of these days I’ll show up, pull up to the curb and she’ll meet me at the door to toss my ass out,” Dean responds. There’s just the slightest bit of hush to his voice, a catch to it that hints he believes what he’s saying.
“Well that sucks,” Sam sighs after a minute.
“You’re telling me.”
“Think you could hold off until summer?” Sam asks, the corner of his mouth just tugging up in the slightest bit of a grin.
Dean smirks and raises an eyebrow in question.
“I’m really looking forward to using the pool.”
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
622 words
Partner(s): Brooke Davis giveandforgive (RP) Sam Winchester notantichrist (canon)