Dialogue Fic
OMG I wrote full out fanfic! No original characters to be found, just straight up nothin' but Supernatural.
This was written for the 1st Weekly challenge in the seasonwrite2 community.
Nothing but dialogue, but I hope to clean it up and add descriptions and really flesh out the scene soon, but today was the deadline. Since it deals with events in the last two eps of the 4th season of Supernatural I'm being nice and hiding it behind a cut.
"You're awfully quiet."
"Don't know what to say."
"Sounded like you had a lot you wanted to say back there."
"You mean before the world went to hell?"
"Yeah."
"What's the point?"
"The point? Sam, we've got a job to do. The two of us together and it's not gonna happen if you don't tell me what's going on in your head."
"It doesn't matter what I say. You'll still think I'm a monster."
"A monster - Sam, what the hell are you talking about? I said I was sorry about that."
"When?"
"When I called you! Didn't you get the message?"
"The one that said you were through protecting me? Yeah. I got it."
"Through protecting you? What? Sam, I never said that. Listen, I don't know what kind of mojo the angels or the demons worked but I never said that, not on the phone or anywhere else."
"You told me not to come back, you called me a freak, a monster..."
"I know. And I'm sorry. I should never have said that. It doesn't mean I'm not still pissed. I am, but I shouldn't have said that. As much as I hate all this heart to heart crap, we need to talk about it. We've both made some mistakes. Let's man up and deal with it."
"You locked me in the panic room."
"I did. I'd do it again, if it was needed. That wasn't to punish you, Sam, you know that. It was to try and help you. Get you of the juice before it twisted you into someone you didn't want to be."
"It's too late for that now."
"No, it's not."
"Dean, look at what I've done! How can it not be too late?"
"Because you regret it. It's written all over your face, Sammy. You regret what you did. If you'd completely changed you wouldn't care. You wouldn't regret."
"She played me. Everything you said was right. Why didn't I listen to you?"
"Hell, Sammy, how should I know? Maybe because you were still mad at me for making the deal. Maybe because she was there when I wasn't. Maybe because she stroked your ego every chance she got and no one was around to call bullshit when it was needed. I don't know. But the question is, will you listen to me now?"
"I want to, but Dean, that message..."
"I'll say this once more. I called and said I was sorry. I called to remind you that you were my brother. I did not call just to tear you down. If I meant what I said back in that hotel room do you think I'd bother calling you afterward?"
"It's not your style."
"No, it's not. So, I get it - whatever that message said, however my words were twisted and screwed up it messed with your head. But you know the truth now. I didn't say those things. So let me ask again, will you listen to me now?"
"..."
"Sam?"
"Yeah. Yeah, Dean, I will."
"Good, because I can't do this without you."
"Where are we going anyway?"
"To Bobby's."
"OK. Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry too."
This was written for the 1st Weekly challenge in the seasonwrite2 community.
Nothing but dialogue, but I hope to clean it up and add descriptions and really flesh out the scene soon, but today was the deadline. Since it deals with events in the last two eps of the 4th season of Supernatural I'm being nice and hiding it behind a cut.
"You're awfully quiet."
"Don't know what to say."
"Sounded like you had a lot you wanted to say back there."
"You mean before the world went to hell?"
"Yeah."
"What's the point?"
"The point? Sam, we've got a job to do. The two of us together and it's not gonna happen if you don't tell me what's going on in your head."
"It doesn't matter what I say. You'll still think I'm a monster."
"A monster - Sam, what the hell are you talking about? I said I was sorry about that."
"When?"
"When I called you! Didn't you get the message?"
"The one that said you were through protecting me? Yeah. I got it."
"Through protecting you? What? Sam, I never said that. Listen, I don't know what kind of mojo the angels or the demons worked but I never said that, not on the phone or anywhere else."
"You told me not to come back, you called me a freak, a monster..."
"I know. And I'm sorry. I should never have said that. It doesn't mean I'm not still pissed. I am, but I shouldn't have said that. As much as I hate all this heart to heart crap, we need to talk about it. We've both made some mistakes. Let's man up and deal with it."
"You locked me in the panic room."
"I did. I'd do it again, if it was needed. That wasn't to punish you, Sam, you know that. It was to try and help you. Get you of the juice before it twisted you into someone you didn't want to be."
"It's too late for that now."
"No, it's not."
"Dean, look at what I've done! How can it not be too late?"
"Because you regret it. It's written all over your face, Sammy. You regret what you did. If you'd completely changed you wouldn't care. You wouldn't regret."
"She played me. Everything you said was right. Why didn't I listen to you?"
"Hell, Sammy, how should I know? Maybe because you were still mad at me for making the deal. Maybe because she was there when I wasn't. Maybe because she stroked your ego every chance she got and no one was around to call bullshit when it was needed. I don't know. But the question is, will you listen to me now?"
"I want to, but Dean, that message..."
"I'll say this once more. I called and said I was sorry. I called to remind you that you were my brother. I did not call just to tear you down. If I meant what I said back in that hotel room do you think I'd bother calling you afterward?"
"It's not your style."
"No, it's not. So, I get it - whatever that message said, however my words were twisted and screwed up it messed with your head. But you know the truth now. I didn't say those things. So let me ask again, will you listen to me now?"
"..."
"Sam?"
"Yeah. Yeah, Dean, I will."
"Good, because I can't do this without you."
"Where are we going anyway?"
"To Bobby's."
"OK. Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry too."