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Day 14: Locking It Away (Supernatural)
Title: Locking It Away
Author: were_lemur
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester
Rating: R
Word Count: ~250
Warnings: none
Summary: Dean needs distraction. (Missing scene from s4 e1 Lazarus Rising.)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
He's still hours from Bobby's, the blacktop is stretching in front of him, and the radio in the car he stole is busted, which means there's nothing to do but think.
He doesn't want to think. Because there's nothing good he can possibly think of; as grateful as he is to be alive and out of the Pit, he can't help but think of the price, and if his freedom means that Sam is looking at a trip downstairs --
He doesn't want to think about his baby brother on the rack. Doesn't want to think about him flayed, burned, eviscerated --
He pulls over, presses his forehead against the wheel, and concentrates on his breathing.
He can't do anything until he finds Sam, he can't find Sam until he gets to Bobby's. He remembers his father telling him; if there was a problem he couldn't actively work on the solution to, he could lock it away until he could. But right now, there's nothing to lock it away with.
He turns his head, and sees the bag of food and water he'd taken from the filling station. And, he remembers, the copy of "Busty Asian Beauties" he'd grabbed on impulse, an affirmation that he was alive.
"That'll work," he says.
The road is deserted; if anyone does come, he'll have plenty of warning to get himself tucked in. He opens the magazine, undoes his jeans, and takes a determined hand to his dick.
Author: were_lemur
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester
Rating: R
Word Count: ~250
Warnings: none
Summary: Dean needs distraction. (Missing scene from s4 e1 Lazarus Rising.)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
He's still hours from Bobby's, the blacktop is stretching in front of him, and the radio in the car he stole is busted, which means there's nothing to do but think.
He doesn't want to think. Because there's nothing good he can possibly think of; as grateful as he is to be alive and out of the Pit, he can't help but think of the price, and if his freedom means that Sam is looking at a trip downstairs --
He doesn't want to think about his baby brother on the rack. Doesn't want to think about him flayed, burned, eviscerated --
He pulls over, presses his forehead against the wheel, and concentrates on his breathing.
He can't do anything until he finds Sam, he can't find Sam until he gets to Bobby's. He remembers his father telling him; if there was a problem he couldn't actively work on the solution to, he could lock it away until he could. But right now, there's nothing to lock it away with.
He turns his head, and sees the bag of food and water he'd taken from the filling station. And, he remembers, the copy of "Busty Asian Beauties" he'd grabbed on impulse, an affirmation that he was alive.
"That'll work," he says.
The road is deserted; if anyone does come, he'll have plenty of warning to get himself tucked in. He opens the magazine, undoes his jeans, and takes a determined hand to his dick.