tease: spn: three snippets
because i've only got a few more hours left of my three day weekend, i thought i'd post up five snippets of stories i may or may not get around to ever finishing. some are further along then others, but isn't that always the case with fanfics?
1. Sometimes Dean closes his eyes and he can still feel the brush of his mother’s fingers pushing his hair back.
She used to do it all the time. When he whispered sweet promises that he couldn’t dare know how to keep. When he sat at the kitchen table and waited to have the crust removed from his peanut butter and jelly. Before she leaned in to kiss his forehead after tucking him into bed.
It’s a gentle caress. It’s one that makes him inhale sharply as his entire world tilts on its axis. For a moment - just a moment - his eyes fly open and he searches for her face, expecting to see it hovering mere inches away from him. Instead he’s in a dark room listening to Sammy’s snoring, or sitting in the cramped backseat of the Impala, or staring blankly at the exam on his desk.
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2. “How did you get this one?” Jess asks, lazily wrapping her bare leg around her boyfriend’s waist, letting it rest against his thigh lightly as she points to the thin, white scars on his torso.
The floppy haired boy groans as he juggles his textbook in one hand while trying to pry her leg off him with the other. Quickly glancing at where she was looking, he made small grunt, rolling his eyes at the memory. “That was when my pain in the ass older brother thought it would be funny to lock me in the bathroom with our babysitter’s vicious devil-cat.” Finally managing to get her leg off of him, Sam leans over and gives her a peck on the lips before turning back to his book. “Now c’mon. Jess, I gotta study!”
She huffs, sticking out her tongue at him before flopping back on the bed. She pretends that him having to study is the worst thing in the world - loudly sighing and making a show of folding her arms across her chest. But it’s not, really. In fact, Jess is grateful that Sam has something to distract himself with as she lays there contemplating the enigma that is Sam Winchester.
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3. The first time it happens, Sammy is halfway through his plate of chocolate chip pancakes and Dean is only twelve-years-old.
Dean doesn’t know how to say no to his baby brother, so when Sammy begs to order something off the specials menu he caves. He’s been doing the math in his head for the past three nights and he knows - knows - there’s no way he can pay for their breakfast with the little boy’s sweet tooth. He’s sweating, because fuck, Dean doesn’t like having to cut out on a meal and cheat a hard working waitress out of her tip. It’s unjust and it’s wrong and for a boy like him, integrity is all he’s got left. So, he sits there, pretending like the cup of coffee (the cheapest thing on the menu) really is as good as he made it out to his kid brother, while trying to work out just how he can get them out of there without having the cops being called. His shifty, green eyes are making a sweep of the cheap, roadside diner for an escape route, when he spots him.
and that's all i've got so far. maybe i'll add some more snippets later. maybe not. who knows?