SPN episode 2.02 ficlet - Repair
I should be writing a review of the most wonderful "All my Sons", but lonelybrit has done so more eloquently than I am capable of in light of my current post SPN ep 2.02 shellshock. Thus I direct you to this post, where you will find details of the brilliance that is Alexis Denisof as Chris Keller.
I should also be attempting some coherent thoughts on SPN ep 2.02.
Two days later, and the sucking wound in my chest has not yet healed. And my heart? Ow, Kripke. I needed that for living.
Plot was fine - nice and scary - liked the roadhouse and the shiny new characters - but this episode was all about their grief.
Jared Padalecki, how much did Jensen and Jeff charge you for my soul? You owned it utterly in this ep. Your gentle, restrained, understated portrayal of Sam's grief was perfect. Those acting lessons are paying off, clearly. And wonderful man that you are, you gave my soul back to Jensen for those last moments.
OH DEAN. I have no words. Have fic...
TITLE: Repair
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam, Bobby, John
SPOILERS: through ep 2.02
DISCLAIMER: It wasn't me broke them this time.
NOTES: 650 words. Bobby POV. John sure did love that car.
John sure did love that car.
Damn thing was always more trouble than she was worth, but he never would get rid of her.
He remembers the way John looked at her first time he dragged her sorry ass into Bobby’s yard with a busted transmission. They worked on her together, and John didn’t give much away - always was a tight-lipped sonofabitch - but Bobby knew she was special. John's baby. His girl.
He tried to get John to trade up a couple of times, when she was in real bad shape. Offered him a good deal on a sweet ’79 Caprice, not too flashy, less conspicuous, but John wasn’t having any of it. Never mind that half the cops in the goddamn county recognized her. But then, John never was one for clear-headed thinking.
Bobby gave up trying to persuade him - stubborn mule-headed asshole - and made sure to keep a supply of old license plates around for when John brought her back after a rough hunt.
He remembers the summer the boys set up the assault course in the yard, and Dean broke the aerial jumping off the roof of the Impala. John almost bust a vein yelling, and Dean took off up the yard like the hounds of hell were after him. Never saw the kid move as fast, and he stayed gone all afternoon.
John didn’t find Dean for hours; finally dragged him back after nightfall and damn near took the hide off him. He made Dean wash and wax the Impala every day for week. Sadistic sonofabitch made him dress the tires, even. With a goddamn toothbrush.
Jesus, but John loved that car.
Bobby remembers the day he came to him about the truck. John couldn’t look him in the eye, figured he was cheating on the Impala by asking Bobby to pimp him a new ride.
Gave the Chevy to his boy, though, which was only right. John knew Dean would take care of that car, maybe better than he ever had. Bobby’s pretty sure Dean never tried jumping off the roof again.
Bobby’s not sentimental, but it almost broke his heart, the state the old girl was in when he hauled her back to the yard after the wreck.
How they got out of her alive, he’ll never know.
He’d sworn the old girl was past repair; said as much to Sam when he came by while Dean and John were still in the hospital. But Sam was a stubborn as his daddy and big brother when it came to that damn car.
Sam, well, he’s not doing so good. Can’t settle to anything. One minute he’s going through the stuff Bobby managed to salvage from the trunk, the next he’s wandering out back, checking on Dean again. Bobby gets that, though. Boy’s just lost his daddy; he’s gonna want make sure the rest of his family’s okay.
Sam is lost, moving round the house like the ghost of the boy Bobby remembers, the kid who bounced behind his big brother, getting into mischief, driving their daddy mad. Bobby misses that kid; grieves for the boy who has become his brother’s restless shadow.
Dean just does what he needs to. Focuses on the task he’s set himself. It’s a good thing, Bobby thinks, that he’s keeping busy. Grief can kill a man without a purpose. So Dean finds a purpose. A reason to keep going. Just like his daddy did.
He’s out there all hours of the day and night, coaxing the old girl back to life. Bobby took a good look at her while the boys were off chasing that lead Sam found on John’s old cell phone. Got to hand it to Dean; he’s done a hell of a job patching her up. Can’t hardly see where the truck hit now.
Dean sure does love that car.
Almost as much as his daddy.
I should also be attempting some coherent thoughts on SPN ep 2.02.
Two days later, and the sucking wound in my chest has not yet healed. And my heart? Ow, Kripke. I needed that for living.
Plot was fine - nice and scary - liked the roadhouse and the shiny new characters - but this episode was all about their grief.
Jared Padalecki, how much did Jensen and Jeff charge you for my soul? You owned it utterly in this ep. Your gentle, restrained, understated portrayal of Sam's grief was perfect. Those acting lessons are paying off, clearly. And wonderful man that you are, you gave my soul back to Jensen for those last moments.
OH DEAN. I have no words. Have fic...
TITLE: Repair
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam, Bobby, John
SPOILERS: through ep 2.02
DISCLAIMER: It wasn't me broke them this time.
NOTES: 650 words. Bobby POV. John sure did love that car.
John sure did love that car.
Damn thing was always more trouble than she was worth, but he never would get rid of her.
He remembers the way John looked at her first time he dragged her sorry ass into Bobby’s yard with a busted transmission. They worked on her together, and John didn’t give much away - always was a tight-lipped sonofabitch - but Bobby knew she was special. John's baby. His girl.
He tried to get John to trade up a couple of times, when she was in real bad shape. Offered him a good deal on a sweet ’79 Caprice, not too flashy, less conspicuous, but John wasn’t having any of it. Never mind that half the cops in the goddamn county recognized her. But then, John never was one for clear-headed thinking.
Bobby gave up trying to persuade him - stubborn mule-headed asshole - and made sure to keep a supply of old license plates around for when John brought her back after a rough hunt.
He remembers the summer the boys set up the assault course in the yard, and Dean broke the aerial jumping off the roof of the Impala. John almost bust a vein yelling, and Dean took off up the yard like the hounds of hell were after him. Never saw the kid move as fast, and he stayed gone all afternoon.
John didn’t find Dean for hours; finally dragged him back after nightfall and damn near took the hide off him. He made Dean wash and wax the Impala every day for week. Sadistic sonofabitch made him dress the tires, even. With a goddamn toothbrush.
Jesus, but John loved that car.
Bobby remembers the day he came to him about the truck. John couldn’t look him in the eye, figured he was cheating on the Impala by asking Bobby to pimp him a new ride.
Gave the Chevy to his boy, though, which was only right. John knew Dean would take care of that car, maybe better than he ever had. Bobby’s pretty sure Dean never tried jumping off the roof again.
Bobby’s not sentimental, but it almost broke his heart, the state the old girl was in when he hauled her back to the yard after the wreck.
How they got out of her alive, he’ll never know.
He’d sworn the old girl was past repair; said as much to Sam when he came by while Dean and John were still in the hospital. But Sam was a stubborn as his daddy and big brother when it came to that damn car.
Sam, well, he’s not doing so good. Can’t settle to anything. One minute he’s going through the stuff Bobby managed to salvage from the trunk, the next he’s wandering out back, checking on Dean again. Bobby gets that, though. Boy’s just lost his daddy; he’s gonna want make sure the rest of his family’s okay.
Sam is lost, moving round the house like the ghost of the boy Bobby remembers, the kid who bounced behind his big brother, getting into mischief, driving their daddy mad. Bobby misses that kid; grieves for the boy who has become his brother’s restless shadow.
Dean just does what he needs to. Focuses on the task he’s set himself. It’s a good thing, Bobby thinks, that he’s keeping busy. Grief can kill a man without a purpose. So Dean finds a purpose. A reason to keep going. Just like his daddy did.
He’s out there all hours of the day and night, coaxing the old girl back to life. Bobby took a good look at her while the boys were off chasing that lead Sam found on John’s old cell phone. Got to hand it to Dean; he’s done a hell of a job patching her up. Can’t hardly see where the truck hit now.
Dean sure does love that car.
Almost as much as his daddy.