L for LIfe
Word count: 335
Prompt: L for Life
Characters: Sam and Dean, of course!
I'll Take Care of You 'verse
Summary: Life sucks.
Dean
Dean decides that life sucks. It's unfair and stupid and if life was a person, much like the Fates and God, he'd probably punch life in the face.
He's sitting on the floor behind the couch, holding a sobbing Sam who's getting snot and tears all over Dean's newest shirt from Goodwill---but that's okay. As long as Sammy gets all the comfort Dean can provide him his shirt will get the hell over it and so will he.
The older Winchester lets his head fall back against the couch just as Sam's sobs begin to turn into hiccups, though a sob still breaks out every now and then. Dean swallows. He thought his baby brother was getting better. They had gone a full week without one nightmare or one episode, Sam had taken his medicine every day just like always, and Dean had gone to the store with Sam only a few hours ago.
Maybe Dean should have taken the nightmare free nights and the episode free days as a sign that the next time Sam freaked out it would be a bad one.
"It's okay, Sammy." Dean reminds him, hugging him closer, "It's okay, man."
Sam
Sam had always appreciated life. Well, more like he liked other people being alive. His life, specifically, had the tendency to play cruel jokes on him. Starting when his mother made a deal with a demon and basically traded him away, despite not knowing what the demon would want with her son.
Then Mary died in Sam's nursery.
Then his father set out for revenge, two young sons in tow.
Then Sam and Dean grew up hunting supernatural creatures and when Sam wanted to get away from it all his father kicked him out.
Then Jess died.
Then he finds out Yellow Eyes had plans for him.
Then his dad died.
Then he himself died.
Then Dean made a deal.
Then---well, the point is his life pretty much has had every bad thing possible happen to him.
Prompt: L for Life
Characters: Sam and Dean, of course!
I'll Take Care of You 'verse
Summary: Life sucks.
Dean
Dean decides that life sucks. It's unfair and stupid and if life was a person, much like the Fates and God, he'd probably punch life in the face.
He's sitting on the floor behind the couch, holding a sobbing Sam who's getting snot and tears all over Dean's newest shirt from Goodwill---but that's okay. As long as Sammy gets all the comfort Dean can provide him his shirt will get the hell over it and so will he.
The older Winchester lets his head fall back against the couch just as Sam's sobs begin to turn into hiccups, though a sob still breaks out every now and then. Dean swallows. He thought his baby brother was getting better. They had gone a full week without one nightmare or one episode, Sam had taken his medicine every day just like always, and Dean had gone to the store with Sam only a few hours ago.
Maybe Dean should have taken the nightmare free nights and the episode free days as a sign that the next time Sam freaked out it would be a bad one.
"It's okay, Sammy." Dean reminds him, hugging him closer, "It's okay, man."
Sam
Sam had always appreciated life. Well, more like he liked other people being alive. His life, specifically, had the tendency to play cruel jokes on him. Starting when his mother made a deal with a demon and basically traded him away, despite not knowing what the demon would want with her son.
Then Mary died in Sam's nursery.
Then his father set out for revenge, two young sons in tow.
Then Sam and Dean grew up hunting supernatural creatures and when Sam wanted to get away from it all his father kicked him out.
Then Jess died.
Then he finds out Yellow Eyes had plans for him.
Then his dad died.
Then he himself died.
Then Dean made a deal.
Then---well, the point is his life pretty much has had every bad thing possible happen to him.