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Oct 08, 2011 13:30

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FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (1/2) shangrilada October 9 2011, 23:20:12 UTC
wave_obscura and I wrote this together! It got kind of angsty.

Plaster and Parmesan
by wave_obscura and shangrilada

Dean and Bobby don’t notice anything is wrong, not at first. But, to be honest, they’re not exactly looking for problems. Sam’s out of bed, walking and talking, and right now that’s good enough, right?

Right?

And so what if Sam’s zoning out every once in a while, yeah? The kid’s mind was already in pieces before he took a crowbar to the head, so he has a right to need some time to get his bearings. Even if that includes a little time with Lucifer. Dean will keep pressing on his hand and talking in that low voice that just so ISN’T him, and they’ll deal with that for as long as they need to. It’s nothing new. It’s not scary.

The night they’re eating dinner and Sam tries to say “pass the parmesan” and it comes out gibberish instead? That’s scary.

At first Dean thinks he’s choking on his pizza. “Puh,” he keeps saying, in between these gross gravely gurgling throat noises. “puh-- puh--”

“Sammy?”

Sam keeps trying for a minute longer, stuck on the same syllable, and Bobby looks at Dean and Dean looks at Bobby and they very deliberately do NOT look at Sam, but then Sam slams his elbows on the table and his head into his hands and stays there, very still.

He manages to say, “Shit,” without any trouble, so there’s that.

They all enjoy a painfully awkward silence after that, in which Dean shovels so much pizza in his mouth it dribbles down his chin, and Bobby sucks on his beer like it’s the last one on earth.

“I--” Sam says, blinking. “The. I need. Dean?”

Christ, Dean can’t take that look. He studies the pool of grease on his plate. “You uh-- you want some pepper flakes, Sammy?”

Sam blinks again. Opens his mouth. Closes it. “Not the pepper flakes.” He waves his hand in front of his face. “The-- the fucking.”

Thus begins a frantic guessing game.

A napkin, Bobby guesses.

A fork, Dean tries.

Another beer?

“Cheese,” Sam finally spits out, “Fucking cheese. Puh-- puh--”

Just stop, Dean thinks. Please. “Parmesan,” he says, presenting Sam with a whole fistful of the little packets, “of course. Yes. Here. Parmesan.”

Sam doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t open the packets, either. He stacks them all on top of each other and stares at the tower as it falls over and doesn’t touch his food.

Dean shares a look with Bobby that is very obviously, we’re going to pretend that didn’t happen, right?

Until Sam gets up to do the dishes and says, “Where the hell is the dih...shit. Dih...”

It takes them two minutes to figure out dish towel, and Sam’s starting to shake, so Dean says, “Hey, Sam? Do you want to write it down?” He doesn’t say next time it happens, but it hangs there in the space between them.

Sam nods a little, looking down. Dean finds a Sharpie can’t for the life of him find a piece of paper that isn’t a photocopy of one of Bobby’s books, and he’s pretty sure that wouldn’t go over too well with Bobby, even if he is standing there with his arms crossed and that expression that he probably thinks is blank but they both know means something is wrong with one of my boys, and Dean looks down to check the table one more time and there’s that piece of plaster on his leg, white and blank because I’m not twelve years old, Sammy, you’re not writing on my fucking cast.

He breathes out and hands Sammy the Sharpie.

Sam catches on pretty quick for a kid who can’t get his nouns out.

“I don’t have anything to say right now,” he says, quietly, but hey, it’s Sam, that won’t last long.

Which is why Dean isn’t too surprised when he wakes up from a post-pizza nap and there’s something scrawled around his ankle.

Was gonna draw dirty shit when you fell asleep, then you go & make some meaningful gesture out of the whole thing, jerk.

Dean smiles to himself. He’s alone in the living room, but Sam left the Sharpie, so Dean scrawls bitch across his foot before he falls back asleep.

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) shangrilada October 9 2011, 23:20:39 UTC
When he wakes up, Sam is gone again, but bitchis crossed off so hard Dean can’t read it, and he’s kind of glad Sam isn’t here so they don’t have to talk about that. But he crosses it off himself, more, for good measure.

He writes, where the fuck were you? and a few minutes later when Sam sits down beside him and turns on the TV, he carefully lifts Dean’s leg into his lap and writes Bobby said he needed help outside. Was a trick. He wanted a heart to heart.

He lets the pen roll out of his fingers. Dean picks it up.

You didn’t?

He hands the pen to Sam this time. They’re looking at the TV and not each other, but Dean can’t help but see how long it takes Sam to get a grip on the pen, how slow he is to form the words. Shit, writing was supposed to help.

He needs me to tell him I’m doin and then he stops writing mid-word and jerks alert and starts staring somewhere over Dean’s shoulder and isn’t that just terrific.

Sam holds tight to Dean’s cast, like it’s keeping him grounded somehow but he’s long gone, eyes and brain and soul on a different planet.

“Come on, Sam,” Dean says, much more harshly than he intended. “There’s nothing there, goddamn it.”

“I--” Sam begins, but his mouth closes. Still staring off into the depths of imagined hell, he writes I’ve taken his voice. I’m going to take everything.

Dean slumps into the sofa, unthinking and unfunctioning. It’s one of those moments-- he’s far too familiar -- where everything is so fucked he almost feels like laughing. Laughing until his head splits and they cart him off to the nuthouse.

But he doesn’t have the luxury. And not just because he’s a gimp, and Sam is holding his leg hostage. Because Sam’s gone all pale and his hands are shaking and if Dean isn’t here to be the damn witness to the whole thing, who the fuck is gonna be? What the hell is Sam supposed to do?

“Sammy.” He takes Sam’s hand. The one gripping the cast. He holds it, runs his thumb along the jagged scar. Just gently, for now. “Sammy. Can you look at me?”

I’ll take his eyes, the other hand writes.

"He can't do that, Sammy," Dean says, "He's not there. He doesn't control you, do you understand me? Sam?"

Sam's eyes are wet now, round and scared. With effort he points his gaze at Dean, just as the tears begin to spill.

"I--" he spits, "Dean, I-- I--"

He chokes on the vowel, over and over, until Dean presses a black bruise into the palm of his hand, until he's slumped over Dean's shoulder, babbling what makes no kind of sense.

But at least they're words, Dean tells himself, over and over. At least they're words.

--

The most comfortable way to do it is for Dean to sit against the headboard, propped up on some pillows, and for Sam to stretch out next to him and try to find blank spaces left that Dean can see. Dean’s not going to think about what happens when they run out of space.

You’ve been out of it more lately Dean writes. He squeezes the beer can in his other hand.

Sam starts writing immediately. Yeah. Dunno why. Not enough sleep?

Talking about this shouldn’t be this easy. They’re Winchesters. Nothingshould be this easy.

Nightmares? Dean writes.

Yeah. And hearing stuff. Think it’s real stuff, just...too loud. Wish I knew what was TBI and what’s just in my head.

Dean taps the Sharpie against the cast for a minute, thinking.

Either way, he writes, it’ll get better, because the rules for reassuring Sam are the same for speech and for writing, he figures. Sometimes all it takes is a good platitude (or a bad platitude, whatever) and Sam’s back in fighting shape again.

And Sam looks up at him and gives him that, ‘I know, I trust you’ baby brother smile, but then it slowly slips off and he writes, What if I’m like this forever?

Dean looks down at the cast.

“Then I’ll break the other one,” he says.

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The end.

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) shangrilada October 10 2011, 00:42:43 UTC
We are so glad you liked it :)

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) shangrilada October 9 2011, 23:56:09 UTC
*curtsies*

:D

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) rokhal October 10 2011, 00:45:17 UTC
Oh, man. From Neuro!Sammy to "You know I'd give you my back to tattoo notes to yourself if all we had was my back and a sewing needle" Dean to AAAAAAHH Sam's hand is possessed! to private conversations made easier in a medium that's impossible to erase -- Love! Really sweet and really, really creepy.

With bizarre neurological symptoms. I <3 U.

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) shangrilada October 10 2011, 01:53:27 UTC
GUHHH sewing needle back tattoos you fabulous madperson.

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) zee October 10 2011, 02:31:19 UTC
Holy mother of fluffy things, I love you.

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) shangrilada October 10 2011, 02:32:02 UTC
<3

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) mad_server October 10 2011, 03:45:14 UTC
He writes, where the fuck were you? and a few minutes later when Sam sits down beside him and turns on the TV, he carefully lifts Dean’s leg into his lap and writes Bobby said he needed help outside. Was a trick. He wanted a heart to heart.

Aughhhghgh, the casual intimacy of this. And the ending! So good, you guys. ♥

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) shangrilada October 10 2011, 03:46:26 UTC
Thank you!

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) ladybastet92 October 12 2011, 01:43:37 UTC
That last sentence - Oh my God. It made me smile like CRAZY. (In a mostly non-sadistic kind of way, of course.)

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) shangrilada October 12 2011, 08:15:32 UTC
Oh, of course.

:D

Thank you.

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) randomstasis October 17 2011, 15:57:06 UTC
oh, wow, and the evil hand writing..and then that last line, just to prove it can't take everything;)

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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2) girlguidejones October 17 2011, 18:56:56 UTC
He'll break the other one. GAH. Deeeeeeeen!

*loves*

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