The One Thing That Really Matters, a Supernatural Comment Fic Meme
Title: The One Thing That Really Matters
Author: LaueHime
Rating: PG
Genre/pairing: H/C, Family, Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 1,300
Summary: Written for tarotgal’s prompt “Sam's feeling sorry for himself, not loving being back on the road. Sam dreams about finding the thing that killed Jess and ganking it so that he can just go back to college and be normal. Then Dean gets sick and Sam saves his butt during a hunt and Sam remembers why he's sticking around.”
Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke.
A/N: Written for tarotgal’s comment fic meme. Check it out HERE
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Everything about being back in the game makes him want to tear his eyeballs out. Hunting doesn’t mean anything to him but avenging his girlfriend. She’s been taken away from him by the same thing that destroyed his family twenty-two years ago. Because of that, he won’t rest until he’s found the son of a bitch.
All of this isn’t him. The lore, the monsters… he’s more of a sociology guy. Normal is his kind of thing. But he can’t get past the fact that evil is out there. And there’s Dean. His big brother hardly ever asks for help but when Dean showed up at his apartment, Sam felt compelled to help even though he always hated hunting.
He’s never felt like he really fit in. He was always too skinny, too slow or too sloppy and John didn’t miss an occasion to remind him. He was never cut out for this like Dean is. His brother is the epitome of the perfect hunter; everything he is not. And Dean will do just fine without him. But he has to admit that if it hadn’t been for him, Sam doesn’t know what he would’ve done after Jess’ death, other than obsess with catching her killer.
This demon hunt is part of that plan. He’s ready to beat the fucker down if it means getting closer to his enemy and then going back to his real life. That means no monsters or demons, just civil codes, jurisprudence and articles of law.
When he was a kid, he envied his big brother with starry eyes whenever Dean showed off during shooting practices. But when he got old enough to understand that his gun was for protection since his job could very well kill him or someone he loved, he grew to hate it. He now feels the chilling coldness of his gun, caressing his skin where it’s pressed between his belt and his lower back bone. He hates it.
Dean is tiptoeing ahead of him. He follows behind, trying to remain silent. They’re about to try to ambush the demon. Sam has been unrelentingly pushing Dean into this hunt. Actually, he’s been pushing the both of them lately. He can tell that Dean has had a hard time keeping up. Still, Sam can’t stop; not when he feels that victory is inches away.
Dean turns to him. Sam stops halfway through a leap he was about to take and almost stumbles. He doesn’t miss the eye roll and the silent cough that come from his brother.
“You okay?” Dean croaks. His brother’s voice does sound raspy and tired. How come he hasn’t noticed that before? He nods quickly before his brother starts to worry.
“Good. Now watch where you put those giant feet of yours” Dean teases. His smile only rises halfway though.
Sam snorts. He knows Dean’s only trying to lighten the mood but he can’t find it in himself to come up with a comical retort.
“You go up front. I’ll check out the back” the eldest proposes.
“Sure. Be careful” Sam says. As much as he wants this to be done, he won’t risk his brother’s safety.
He finds himself alone in the basement and starts looking around. He has his exorcism ready. That demon can come at him whenever it wants.
“Well, well. A Winchester. How lucky can I get?” a voice hisses from behind him. Sam spins around, only to come face to face with the grinning human vessel of the demon he is looking for.
“How do you know my name?” Sam stutters out. He hasn’t encountered many demons but the memories he has are rather worrisome.
“Come on, Sam. Do you really think we don’t know who you are” the demon says. Sam feels chills run down his spine.
“After what we did to your girlfriend…” the demon adds with a screeching laugh that makes Sam want to crumble.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam stammers out.
“I think you know exactly what it means. We will hurt everyone you ever cared about” the demon crows. Sam swallows.
“Not on my watch” they hear. Sam’s heart flutters in his chest. He knows that voice and he’s delighted to hear it at this right moment.
“Dean” he breathes out.
Dean is standing on the other side of the demon. Sam is about to make a silent warning to his brother when Dean’s face fills with apprehension. Sam is too late to stop it. Dean’s mouth gapes as his eyes squeeze shut. ‘AAxshhhhhhnnnt!!’
The demon starts to cackle as he raises his hand and flings Dean towards the wall. “Dean!!” Sam yells as he throws himself at the demon and tackles him to the ground. Dean collides with concrete and slides all the way down to the floor. Sam is on top of the demon, trying to pin him down. The fiend squirms violently until Sam rolls off.
“Your brother’s dead” the demon pants. Sam props himself up on one knee. In one swift motion, he pulls the gun out of his belt and fires twice. It’s not enough to kill the thing but it does startle him. It gives Sam enough time to pull out the exorcism and start reciting it. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus… Black smoke pours out of the vessel’s orifices until the body slumps to the floor.
“Dean” Sam breathes out instantly as he darts into his brother’s direction.
“Dean” he repeats as he gently grabs his brother’s cheeks within his fingers.
“Sabby” Dean croaks, his unfocused eyes gazing upwards.
“You okay?”
Dean looks unnerved. Sam’s concern increases. “What’s wrong?” he asks instantly seeing the needy look on his brother’s face.
“Deed a Kleedex” Dean gasps out, his voice horribly twangy. Sam rolls his eyes instantly.
“That’s it? Dude, you scared the hell out of me!”
Dean smiles shyly. “Sorry”
Sam helps his brother up and fishes a napkin out from his pocket. Dean is gratefully merry when he sees the relief that’s being handed to him. He blows his nose loudly. Sam takes a look at the wall his brother’s been thrown into and drifts off for a few seconds, playing scenarios of what could have happened hadn’t he been there. He turns to Dean whom is done cleaning snots away.
“You sure you’re okay?”
Dean thinks for a second. “Think I hit my head” he confesses shakily. Sam’s pretty sure he’s staring at a bad cold and a concussion.
“How long’ve you been feeling sick anyway?” he dares ask. Dean shrugs.
“Gouple ov days” the eldest admits before making a grimace. ‘Eeeegggggssshhhhuuuuu’
Sam looks at him apologetically. “M’sorry I didn’t notice”. Dean shakes his head. “Do big deal, Zabby”
Sam smiles affectionately. His brother might not always find the right words to make him feel better. He might listen to mullet rock and sing out in this terribly off-key fashion of his… but he’s still his only big brother. He keeps thinking about what the demon said. If supernatural creatures really know about them and live to make the people he cares about hurt, he’s not going to let that happen. As much as he hates carrying a gun, he can protect his brother’s life with it. If it’s the last thing he does, he’ll go down swinging.
“You did good, Sabby” Dean says after blowing his nose another time. He sounds like crap but Sam can’t seem to care for it as much as he cares about what his brother is going to say next.
“You’re a good hunder”
It makes him smile. Maybe he can’t escape it. Maybe that’s his normal, no matter what he wants to believe. But if hunting means saving Dean, he’ll do everything in his power to be the best hunter.
Author: LaueHime
Rating: PG
Genre/pairing: H/C, Family, Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 1,300
Summary: Written for tarotgal’s prompt “Sam's feeling sorry for himself, not loving being back on the road. Sam dreams about finding the thing that killed Jess and ganking it so that he can just go back to college and be normal. Then Dean gets sick and Sam saves his butt during a hunt and Sam remembers why he's sticking around.”
Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke.
A/N: Written for tarotgal’s comment fic meme. Check it out HERE
SNSN
Everything about being back in the game makes him want to tear his eyeballs out. Hunting doesn’t mean anything to him but avenging his girlfriend. She’s been taken away from him by the same thing that destroyed his family twenty-two years ago. Because of that, he won’t rest until he’s found the son of a bitch.
All of this isn’t him. The lore, the monsters… he’s more of a sociology guy. Normal is his kind of thing. But he can’t get past the fact that evil is out there. And there’s Dean. His big brother hardly ever asks for help but when Dean showed up at his apartment, Sam felt compelled to help even though he always hated hunting.
He’s never felt like he really fit in. He was always too skinny, too slow or too sloppy and John didn’t miss an occasion to remind him. He was never cut out for this like Dean is. His brother is the epitome of the perfect hunter; everything he is not. And Dean will do just fine without him. But he has to admit that if it hadn’t been for him, Sam doesn’t know what he would’ve done after Jess’ death, other than obsess with catching her killer.
This demon hunt is part of that plan. He’s ready to beat the fucker down if it means getting closer to his enemy and then going back to his real life. That means no monsters or demons, just civil codes, jurisprudence and articles of law.
When he was a kid, he envied his big brother with starry eyes whenever Dean showed off during shooting practices. But when he got old enough to understand that his gun was for protection since his job could very well kill him or someone he loved, he grew to hate it. He now feels the chilling coldness of his gun, caressing his skin where it’s pressed between his belt and his lower back bone. He hates it.
Dean is tiptoeing ahead of him. He follows behind, trying to remain silent. They’re about to try to ambush the demon. Sam has been unrelentingly pushing Dean into this hunt. Actually, he’s been pushing the both of them lately. He can tell that Dean has had a hard time keeping up. Still, Sam can’t stop; not when he feels that victory is inches away.
Dean turns to him. Sam stops halfway through a leap he was about to take and almost stumbles. He doesn’t miss the eye roll and the silent cough that come from his brother.
“You okay?” Dean croaks. His brother’s voice does sound raspy and tired. How come he hasn’t noticed that before? He nods quickly before his brother starts to worry.
“Good. Now watch where you put those giant feet of yours” Dean teases. His smile only rises halfway though.
Sam snorts. He knows Dean’s only trying to lighten the mood but he can’t find it in himself to come up with a comical retort.
“You go up front. I’ll check out the back” the eldest proposes.
“Sure. Be careful” Sam says. As much as he wants this to be done, he won’t risk his brother’s safety.
He finds himself alone in the basement and starts looking around. He has his exorcism ready. That demon can come at him whenever it wants.
“Well, well. A Winchester. How lucky can I get?” a voice hisses from behind him. Sam spins around, only to come face to face with the grinning human vessel of the demon he is looking for.
“How do you know my name?” Sam stutters out. He hasn’t encountered many demons but the memories he has are rather worrisome.
“Come on, Sam. Do you really think we don’t know who you are” the demon says. Sam feels chills run down his spine.
“After what we did to your girlfriend…” the demon adds with a screeching laugh that makes Sam want to crumble.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam stammers out.
“I think you know exactly what it means. We will hurt everyone you ever cared about” the demon crows. Sam swallows.
“Not on my watch” they hear. Sam’s heart flutters in his chest. He knows that voice and he’s delighted to hear it at this right moment.
“Dean” he breathes out.
Dean is standing on the other side of the demon. Sam is about to make a silent warning to his brother when Dean’s face fills with apprehension. Sam is too late to stop it. Dean’s mouth gapes as his eyes squeeze shut. ‘AAxshhhhhhnnnt!!’
The demon starts to cackle as he raises his hand and flings Dean towards the wall. “Dean!!” Sam yells as he throws himself at the demon and tackles him to the ground. Dean collides with concrete and slides all the way down to the floor. Sam is on top of the demon, trying to pin him down. The fiend squirms violently until Sam rolls off.
“Your brother’s dead” the demon pants. Sam props himself up on one knee. In one swift motion, he pulls the gun out of his belt and fires twice. It’s not enough to kill the thing but it does startle him. It gives Sam enough time to pull out the exorcism and start reciting it. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus… Black smoke pours out of the vessel’s orifices until the body slumps to the floor.
“Dean” Sam breathes out instantly as he darts into his brother’s direction.
“Dean” he repeats as he gently grabs his brother’s cheeks within his fingers.
“Sabby” Dean croaks, his unfocused eyes gazing upwards.
“You okay?”
Dean looks unnerved. Sam’s concern increases. “What’s wrong?” he asks instantly seeing the needy look on his brother’s face.
“Deed a Kleedex” Dean gasps out, his voice horribly twangy. Sam rolls his eyes instantly.
“That’s it? Dude, you scared the hell out of me!”
Dean smiles shyly. “Sorry”
Sam helps his brother up and fishes a napkin out from his pocket. Dean is gratefully merry when he sees the relief that’s being handed to him. He blows his nose loudly. Sam takes a look at the wall his brother’s been thrown into and drifts off for a few seconds, playing scenarios of what could have happened hadn’t he been there. He turns to Dean whom is done cleaning snots away.
“You sure you’re okay?”
Dean thinks for a second. “Think I hit my head” he confesses shakily. Sam’s pretty sure he’s staring at a bad cold and a concussion.
“How long’ve you been feeling sick anyway?” he dares ask. Dean shrugs.
“Gouple ov days” the eldest admits before making a grimace. ‘Eeeegggggssshhhhuuuuu’
Sam looks at him apologetically. “M’sorry I didn’t notice”. Dean shakes his head. “Do big deal, Zabby”
Sam smiles affectionately. His brother might not always find the right words to make him feel better. He might listen to mullet rock and sing out in this terribly off-key fashion of his… but he’s still his only big brother. He keeps thinking about what the demon said. If supernatural creatures really know about them and live to make the people he cares about hurt, he’s not going to let that happen. As much as he hates carrying a gun, he can protect his brother’s life with it. If it’s the last thing he does, he’ll go down swinging.
“You did good, Sabby” Dean says after blowing his nose another time. He sounds like crap but Sam can’t seem to care for it as much as he cares about what his brother is going to say next.
“You’re a good hunder”
It makes him smile. Maybe he can’t escape it. Maybe that’s his normal, no matter what he wants to believe. But if hunting means saving Dean, he’ll do everything in his power to be the best hunter.