[fic] - let's pack our bags and leave
title: let's pack our bags and leave
author: quietdiscerning
pairing: none (gen)
rating: PG
word count: 337
warnings: coda to 4.15, Death Takes a Holiday, so spoilers for that episode.
A/N: This is just a tiny piece that got stuck in my head and wouldn't leave. I wanted to post it before 4.16 aired and I get Kripke'd or something.
This is unbeta'd btw, so if you catch something, please let me know.
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Dean’s words echo in Sam’s ears as they carry Pamela’s body to the car. The sky is beginning to lighten slightly to midnight blue, and urgency curls around them.
He can see Dean eyeing the other body in his backseat, the one Sam already moved out of the room. Another question, clearly on the tip of his tongue.
The air is heavy with it, presses around Sam as Dean just shakes his head and gets in the car. One more door slammed shut and even though his brother is sitting right next to him, there’s nothing he can say to bridge them.
Any word that he’d say would be a lie, and Dean knew it.
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Oppressive silence swamps the impala as they put a couple of miles between them and the town. There are no words, only that silent understanding of each other that’s all they have left. It’s the only way they can communicate and not flinch.
A questioning nod from Sam, towards a dirt road they’re coming up on. Dean’s appraising look and the turn signal coming on, an answer.
The impala’s headlights shine down the dusky patch of dirt and at the mile and a half mark Dean pulls the car over. He’s up and out soon as it’s in park and Sam sighs. Dean doesn’t want to listen to lies, won’t pause for them, but he shouldn’t even bother.
Sam’s in no mood to tell them.
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The sun unfolds in the sky as Pamela’s pyre burns. Sam stands next to Dean, staring over the flames, squinting into the sunrise. A foot between their shoulders, where once there was not an inch. A foot and a thousand lies between the both of them.
There are no tears, just grief, and it feels like a mock up of the night they said goodbye to their father. It feels like the beginning of the end.
Thick black smoke snakes into the blue clear sky and Sam's eyes trace the line up. It’s going to be a gorgeous day.
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Any and all feedback is welcome, thanks.
author: quietdiscerning
pairing: none (gen)
rating: PG
word count: 337
warnings: coda to 4.15, Death Takes a Holiday, so spoilers for that episode.
A/N: This is just a tiny piece that got stuck in my head and wouldn't leave. I wanted to post it before 4.16 aired and I get Kripke'd or something.
This is unbeta'd btw, so if you catch something, please let me know.
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Dean’s words echo in Sam’s ears as they carry Pamela’s body to the car. The sky is beginning to lighten slightly to midnight blue, and urgency curls around them.
He can see Dean eyeing the other body in his backseat, the one Sam already moved out of the room. Another question, clearly on the tip of his tongue.
The air is heavy with it, presses around Sam as Dean just shakes his head and gets in the car. One more door slammed shut and even though his brother is sitting right next to him, there’s nothing he can say to bridge them.
Any word that he’d say would be a lie, and Dean knew it.
----
Oppressive silence swamps the impala as they put a couple of miles between them and the town. There are no words, only that silent understanding of each other that’s all they have left. It’s the only way they can communicate and not flinch.
A questioning nod from Sam, towards a dirt road they’re coming up on. Dean’s appraising look and the turn signal coming on, an answer.
The impala’s headlights shine down the dusky patch of dirt and at the mile and a half mark Dean pulls the car over. He’s up and out soon as it’s in park and Sam sighs. Dean doesn’t want to listen to lies, won’t pause for them, but he shouldn’t even bother.
Sam’s in no mood to tell them.
----
The sun unfolds in the sky as Pamela’s pyre burns. Sam stands next to Dean, staring over the flames, squinting into the sunrise. A foot between their shoulders, where once there was not an inch. A foot and a thousand lies between the both of them.
There are no tears, just grief, and it feels like a mock up of the night they said goodbye to their father. It feels like the beginning of the end.
Thick black smoke snakes into the blue clear sky and Sam's eyes trace the line up. It’s going to be a gorgeous day.
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Any and all feedback is welcome, thanks.