Ficlet: Should have, would have [ Gen - PG-13 ]
Title: Should have, would have
Author: mithborien
Fandom: Supernatural
Word count: 219 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just give me my gun and leave.
Author’s notes: For the awdt prompt: “Do you think I’m stupid?” This is probably the shortest piece I’ve ever written for awdt, and probably the most vague. No spoilers, just ponderings...
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The clinic room is cold.
In fact, the whole town is cold, absent of people and full of fear. But here in this room, where there are lights and smooth surfaces, it’s even colder because there are still people here.
The room echoes with the sound of Sam’s fist hitting the examination bench, a sound of anger and frustration and desperation.
“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”
Just give me my gun and leave.
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Outside is even colder. Dean is chilled to the bone and chilled to the heart. His gun is warm in his hands. He hasn’t let it go for far too long.
“Just give me the gun, Dean. Please.”
Sammy pleading is an awesome sight to behold. He’s all puppy dog eyes and fragile expressions; six feet of vulnerability.
“Please, Dean.”
He raises the gun, lines it up right between Sammy’s eyes, blessedly clear of darkness but Dean realises that this must mean something worse.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” Dean says.
Sam sighs, looks down and his whole demeanour changes. Shoulders straighten, fingers flex and there is just the hint of a smile, no a smirk, to his face when he looks up again.
Dean curses, his reflexes only human and then he isn’t cold anymore.
You should have given me the gun.
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Author: mithborien
Fandom: Supernatural
Word count: 219 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just give me my gun and leave.
Author’s notes: For the awdt prompt: “Do you think I’m stupid?” This is probably the shortest piece I’ve ever written for awdt, and probably the most vague. No spoilers, just ponderings...
~
The clinic room is cold.
In fact, the whole town is cold, absent of people and full of fear. But here in this room, where there are lights and smooth surfaces, it’s even colder because there are still people here.
The room echoes with the sound of Sam’s fist hitting the examination bench, a sound of anger and frustration and desperation.
“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”
Just give me my gun and leave.
~
Outside is even colder. Dean is chilled to the bone and chilled to the heart. His gun is warm in his hands. He hasn’t let it go for far too long.
“Just give me the gun, Dean. Please.”
Sammy pleading is an awesome sight to behold. He’s all puppy dog eyes and fragile expressions; six feet of vulnerability.
“Please, Dean.”
He raises the gun, lines it up right between Sammy’s eyes, blessedly clear of darkness but Dean realises that this must mean something worse.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” Dean says.
Sam sighs, looks down and his whole demeanour changes. Shoulders straighten, fingers flex and there is just the hint of a smile, no a smirk, to his face when he looks up again.
Dean curses, his reflexes only human and then he isn’t cold anymore.
You should have given me the gun.
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