Supernatural gen ficlet - Faith

Jul 20, 2006 23:03

LJ is being a bit of a pain. Or maybe it's my stupid computer. Hmm. Anyways.

Worked some on my longer fic today. I think I've finally got past the block on it. Meanwhile, I had a go at the 15minuteficlets challenge this week. I have discovered it is possible to do a flashback within a 300 word ficlet. For flashback, imagine the Dean to kid!Dean merge shot from Something Wicked. Or some wavey dreamlike lines.

TITLE: Faith
RATING: PG (gen)
CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean
DISCLAIMER: Still got me locked in the trunk.
NOTES: 305 words. Sam POV. Spoilers for Dead in the Water. Dean's got him.



The water’s cold.

Ball-crawlingly, achingly cold, and it doesn’t take long for the chill to penetrate through the layers of sodden clothes that threaten to drag him down into the dark.

But he dives under again, he knows how to do this.

Dean taught him.

He remembers, summers ago when they were sixteen and twelve and the world was nothing but his brother and father and the hunt.

Up at the lake past Pastor Jim’s place, where the sun-slicked surface of the water gave way to a deeper chill.

"Come on, Sam. You can do it."

He ducks under, gold giving way to grey-green murk. He can do this. But his foot catches in something, weeds, or maybe water sprites, holding the hems of his jeans and shirt firmly. Sam thrashes wildly, unforgivable panic controlling his movements.

Then there are hands on him, strong, sure hands that buoy him, pull him up till they break the surface, and then he’s spluttering and coughing and spitting up lake water.

“Easy, Sammy. Just breathe.” Dean has an arm around Sam’s chest, levering him up so that Sam can use his body as a raft.

“Shit, that was stupid.” Sam is horribly, horribly embarrassed.

There’s a rumble beneath him, and Dean’s laugh is a soft growl vibrating in his chest. “Dude, chill.”

“Let me go.” Sam pushes against him, but his legs are made of iron, suddenly.

“S’okay, Sam.” The laughter is gone from Dean’s voice; all Sam hears now is his brother’s soft coaxing. “I’ve got you.”

Sam kicks back to surface, his lungs burning with the effort. Andrea’s standing on the dock and he shakes his head, once. He sees her crumple, but he can’t find the breath to tell her it’s going to be okay. Lucas will be okay.

Because Dean’s there.

Dean’s got him.

Challenge #161 was Rescue

15 minute fic, supernatural fic, spn season 1, pre-series

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