SPN FIC - Parallels
Just a little bit of a coda to As Time Goes By.
CHARACTERS: Dean and Sam
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
LENGTH: 200 words
PARALLELS
By Carol Davis
"Did you believe him?" Sam asks, a minute after Dean hits the Eject button on the cassette player and tosses the battered tape into the open cardboard box that lies at Sam's feet.
Maybe he should have let Dean enjoy the silence.
Let him enjoy his own thoughts.
"Believe who about what?" Dean murmurs.
"Dad. When he said he hated Henry. I mean - he whistled that song all the time. 'When Time Goes By.' And he kept Henry's journal. Used it as his own. If you hate somebody, why would you hang on to something that was theirs, all those years?"
Miles unspool behind them.
Like so many others they've encountered along the way and learned (very quickly) to care about, Henry Winchester's in their rearview mirror now. He's been salted and burned, given the last rites of a hunter - a group of people he had little respect for.
Maybe he wouldn't have objected, after what's happened over the past few hours.
Dean pulls in a long, deep breath; keeps his eyes on the road.
"I believed him," he says finally. "Same way I believed you when you said you hated Dad."
The look he tosses Sam then speaks volumes.
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CHARACTERS: Dean and Sam
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
LENGTH: 200 words
PARALLELS
By Carol Davis
"Did you believe him?" Sam asks, a minute after Dean hits the Eject button on the cassette player and tosses the battered tape into the open cardboard box that lies at Sam's feet.
Maybe he should have let Dean enjoy the silence.
Let him enjoy his own thoughts.
"Believe who about what?" Dean murmurs.
"Dad. When he said he hated Henry. I mean - he whistled that song all the time. 'When Time Goes By.' And he kept Henry's journal. Used it as his own. If you hate somebody, why would you hang on to something that was theirs, all those years?"
Miles unspool behind them.
Like so many others they've encountered along the way and learned (very quickly) to care about, Henry Winchester's in their rearview mirror now. He's been salted and burned, given the last rites of a hunter - a group of people he had little respect for.
Maybe he wouldn't have objected, after what's happened over the past few hours.
Dean pulls in a long, deep breath; keeps his eyes on the road.
"I believed him," he says finally. "Same way I believed you when you said you hated Dad."
The look he tosses Sam then speaks volumes.
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