a Dean-focused hurt/comfort comment meme (#5)
Omg, I’m so ready for this right now. \o/
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Before we get started, I'd like to thank geckoholic a million times over for making the lovely banner for this meme. You can find her graphics community at bl00dredskies.
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“Dammit, Sam! Warn a guy, will ya! Shit, no, I’m not done yet, fuck” with even shakier fingers, he tried to get the tool out of the narrow space, nearly managing until he snagged his nail on a screw or a clinch-nut or something entirely invisibly from above. “Shitdammitfuckfuckfuckingouch!” he yelled, yanking his hand out and ripping some skin away on another metal-obstruction, painful and sharp and absolutely unnecessary.
It wasn’t much, a minor injury, not worthy of mentioning at all, but it still brought tears to his eyes, clenched his heart and pressed his lungs until it felt like Dean would burst from sheer emotion. This sucked, the world sucked, his life sucked, everyone wanted him dead and he couldn’t even repair his car anymore!
“Let me get it, my arms are longer” Sam offered, no joke or tease audible in his voice, no mirth visible in his face. “It’s just this one nut, right? I can do it. Just take a break”
Stupid, big emo-Sam. Stupid, well-meaning, meddlin’ little brother. Why couldn’t he leave well enough alone why did he need to stick his nose in anything. Why… why didn’t he leave Dean by the roadside, off to college or some other bright future, why did the world rip all that away from the one Winchester who’d had the opportunity to be normal, to be happy?
Why didn’t it start to rain so Dean wouldn’t have to suppress his angry tears?
With a sigh, he leaned against the car-door, sucking on his grease-stained bleeding hand and staring out into nothing. There was too much nothing around him, he thought, too much destruction, pain and despair.
Still, Sam was there, lightening up some days of extreme gloom and glooming some of the brighter ones, acting as his own brand of meds. It’d be easy to stop taking the pills, Dean reasoned. He didn’t really need them anyway, and it wasn’t like he was addicted. No, it hadn’t gone that far, he just took them when his head wasn’t straight, or when his hands started shaking again.
Wasn’t that often anyway, only sometimes, when Dean couldn’t stop thinking about stuff and when he couldn’t get his eyes to close without showing him exploding friends, burning brothers or fathers and millions upon millions of paths not taken, doors not opened and opportunities lost.
Maybe he should just stop taking them at all, give Sam a little more credit when it came to dealing with shit. The kid was doing not too bad with his flashbacks, so maybe the whole ‘facing-your-nightmares’-stuff wasn’t so far off the mark.
“I’m done. Wanna check?”
“Naw, if it still rattles, I’ll just let you charm the next mechanic who’ll find us the spare parts, brain”
“Ha-ha. Wasn’t my idea to weasel your way into Dougie’s heart with all the talk about classic cars, man”
Dean mock-shuddered at the memory but grinned. It had been fun, up until Dougie had asked him for his number with that unmistakable gleam of interest. He’d still made him a good price for the part, even though Dean had to set him straight. So to speak.
“Yeah, gimme the toolbox and go find the way to Minor Creek. Map’s behind the passenger-seat”
“Aye-aye, mon capitan”
“That’s right, boy, acknowledging my superiority will get you very far” Dean opened the trunk, whistling over the admirably tidy space and stored the toolbox in its rightful place, fastening the straps so it wouldn’t turn loose and roll all over their gear and maybe even damage his baby when it’d bump into the body.
“Superior bullshitting-skills, I’ll admit to those” Sam laughed and Dean grinned. This was fun, this was close to living again, this was alright for their fucked-up life.
He closed the trunk with a heavy thunk and made his way to the driver’s side, swallowing the two pills he’d taken from his duffle and grimacing at the bitter taste.
Tomorrow, he’d stop taking them, he swore. Wasn’t like he needed them anyway…
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I can very much see it going something like this, and I especially loved the way you described Lisa and Dean's relationship, and how she dealt with him when he was in that state.
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I really liked Lisa, and the way we've seen them together, what I wrote is basically what I think must've happened. She's a tough woman with real smarts, sad that she's not going to be a permanent person in dean's life
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