Drabbles About Dean
I did three drabbles at comment_fic yesterday about Dean and figured it would be so much easier if I put them in one post.
Title: Broken Trucks and Broken Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Ben
Rating: PG
Word Count: 481
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I would have my own Dodge Charger SRT8 instead of the Corolla I currently have. But I don't, le sigh.
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/any (or + any), “Out of Gas” (Firefly)
The truck isn’t pretty or sleek. It’s a rust-bucket that gets Dean to work and back. For now that is. When he bought it, the truck had been falling apart but it was cheap and Dean knew he could get it working. Ford trucks were like that, looked like shit on the outside but a pretty decent engine on the inside. And that’s all he really needed. He didn’t want beauty or horsepower. He had that already sitting under a tarp in the garage along with the weapons and books and booze and everything else that symbolized a life that he had begun to crawl his way out of.
Right now though, he’s missing his girl like crazy. She would have never failed him like this. The gas gauge has been broken on the truck since he got it and he’s been meaning to fix it but it’s always been low on the priority list with this hunk-a-chunk. He’s regretting that decision as he sits on the side of the freeway with Ben and his two friends crammed in the cab. They’ve got a baseball game to get to and somehow Dean’s miscalculated how much gas he had left. He groans and lays his head on the steering wheel as the rising sounds of panic begin to circle around the three boys in the truck.
He gets out of the truck with instructions for them to stay put and lock the doors as he begins the trek to the nearest ramp and gas station. As he trudges down the road with gas can in hand, it gives him time to think. As catastrophes go, this is pretty minor. Sure, it seems awfully big to the three boys sitting back at the truck. But that’s what normal is. Breaking down on the side of the road and thus being late for something as simple as a game is what normal folks get worked up about.
As far as Dean’s concerned, he’s just thankful that’s all it is and he reconsiders his first thoughts about wanting the Impala. Sure she wouldn’t have broken down like this but she also comes with her own set of baggage. It’s not her fault, he thinks with a twinge of guilt. The baggage is all his but she symbolizes so much of the worst kinds of things that can go wrong. Things that he doesn’t want to bring into this new life he’s trying to build. So if dealing with the failings of another vehicle is what it takes for him to put that baggage away and move toward something that isn’t about blood and death and crippling grief, he’s willing to put up with it. Maybe someday, he’ll pull the tarp off and let the sun shine on her again. But for now, she’ll stay where she is along with everything else that he once was.
Title: The Night Reveals What the Sun Hides
Characters/Pairings: Dean
Rating: PG
WARNING: References to suicide
Word Count: 262
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I would have my own Dodge Charger SRT8 instead of the Corolla I currently have. But I don't, le sigh.
Prompt: Supernatural, any, The night is always darkest just before the dawn.
Dean lies on the hood of his car, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey held loosely in his hand. He watches with half opened eyes as the sun rises over the Ohio River. The river looks deceptively still in the early morning, like glass reflecting the rising sun’s rays. Up close he knows that the river’s current is running fast, swollen with the spring rains. Only hours before with night surrounding and hiding him from prying eyes, he had contemplated that river’s cold depths debating in his liquor soaked pain the pros and cons of its embrace. But in the end, he had stumbled away wondering if it was cowardice or bravery that stayed his hand once again from doing what his heart most wanted.
His mind is now numb, exhausted from drink and the turbulent emotions that brought him to this spot. He watches the light dancing on the river and a phrase ghosts across his mind, unbidden, “The night is always darkest before the dawn.” He snorts at the nonsense. What a big pile of horse shit that is. There is no light at the dawn. A new day doesn’t bring sunshine and roses and chirpy birds. A new day just means nothing has changed. He’s still here, living. And Sam is still there, burning and suffering. No, the dawn doesn’t change anything at all. At least the night is honest about its darkness. He lays his head back on the windshield and closes his eyes, allowing his exhaustion to overcome him as he rejects the lies of the sun.
Title: You’ll Always Be Douchenozzles to Us
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Ben, Ed Zeddmore, Harry Spengler
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,400
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I would have my own Dodge Charger SRT8 instead of the Corolla I currently have. But I don't, le sigh.
Prompt: Supernatural, Ghostfacers + Team Free Will, "Thanks for saving the world. We still think you guys are douchenozzles though."
Why Dean was surprised to hear Ben ask about them he’ll never know. “Hey Dean, have you ever heard of the Ghostfacers?”
Dean stopped as he passed Ben’s bedroom door to look at the boy in front of his computer. “Yeah, I’ve heard of ‘em,” he grumbles unable to hide his dislike from his voice. “Why?”
Ben shrugs nonchalantly, “I dunno, I found their site and they seem to know about your kinda stuff. And, well….” Ben seems to hesitate as if unsure if he should tell Dean the rest.
Dean narrows his eyes, “And?”
Ben looks back at the computer with a confused expression on his face, “They seem to know you.”
“Yeah, they do,” say Dean curtly, suspecting that Ben has seen some of the Ghostfacers YouTube links. “We had some differences of opinion and they’re holding a grudge.”
Ben smiles knowingly, confirming Dean’s suspicions. “I was getting that.” He pauses again as if debating on something. “Umm, have you seen their recent video?”
Dean shakes his head as he crosses the room to the computer. “Nah, what are those idiots up to now?”
Ben waves Dean over and starts to click on the link. “This is their most recent,” he says as he gets up to let Dean sit down.
The video opens up with the two lead geeks, Ed and Harry, sitting in those two armchairs looking as ridiculous as ever.
“Greetings cyber-fans,” says Ed, lowering his voice to appear creepy and mysterious but as far as Dean can tell it just makes him sound like a tool.
“It’s been awhile since we came to you with news from the supernatural world. We have been kept busy fighting the evil denizens that threaten you our viewers from your peaceful slumber.”
Harry then chimes in, “But events have come to pass that demand we speak. There are many of you out there who no longer can turn away from what lurks in the dark recesses of our world and like us have seen the ever increasing evil in our midst.”
Ed jumps in again, “Freak events that alone could be chocked up to coincidence or acts of God. But we say nay and you, our viewers, have concurred. Our inboxes have been swamped with your stories, pics, and vids. Things so fantastic, they are nearly impossible to believe.” He looks over at Harry as he continues, “At first we had no idea what these events portended until a year ago when we received from a truly brave warrior, Stan Berkowitz, the vid that changed all our lives. Proof that we are no longer alone is this cold world and that angels walk amongst us once again. Stan‘s bravery is a testament to us all.”
(Dean looks over at Ben, his eyebrows raised questioning. Ben replies quickly, “It’s pretty intense, I’ll show you later.”)
“Which we have a message from Stan that he wanted us to share,” Harry quickly interjects. “He wishes to thank everyone for their well-wishes and especially to thank JanineMelnitz2009 for her wonderful care packages. He’s out of rehab now and is hopeful he will be paired with a seeing-eye dog soon.”
The two geeks look down as if in respectful contemplation and then Ed quickly launches into the rest of their spiel. “That vid showed us all what was really happening. It was as if we had been blind and were made to see.” Harry looks at Ed in horror and coughs, “Too soon.” Ed looks slightly embarrassed and says to the camera, “Ummm, sorry Stan.”
Forging on, Harry reverts back to his 'mysterious' voice, “But even so that truth terrified us to our very core for it would seem the apocalypse is upon us all. We soon found ourselves asking though, as so many of you did as well, who was fighting for us? We were seeing demons and angels and even the horsemen themselves fighting their war in our very midst. But who was fighting for humanity, the silent victims in this senseless destruction? The answer surprised even us. What you are about to see is footage obtained at great risk by an individual who wishes to remain anonymous…”
Ed cuts in to quip, “Many Bothans died to bring us this information.” He trails off as Harry glares incredulously at him and then continues on more seriously (or as serious as these two yahoos can get), “Watch and see who the heroes of humanity truly are…”
Ed and Harry fade out and a grainy video comes up that Dean suspects is a security feed. He’s unsure at first what he’s looking at but quickly realizes where and when this is. It’s a shot of the Niveus warehouse that Sam, Bobby, and Cas raided to stop the distribution of the Croatoan virus. The camera somehow captures everything - the workers loading the trucks, the demons infecting the humans, how they changed, Sam and Bobby shooting the infected, and Sam saving the survivors. The camera rolls right up until the explosion that wiped out the warehouse.
Dean had not disbelieved Bobby when he spoke of Sam’s actions on that day but he can’t help but watch with pride as Sam risked himself again and again to save so many civilians. He wishes with all his heart that he could tell Sam at this moment how very proud of him he is.
Once the screen goes to static, it fades back to Ed and Harry. They are still sitting in those ridiculous arm chairs.
“Interesting,” says Harry.
“Shocking, really,” says Ed.
“Of all the people we imagined in this fight, this man,” a fuzzy close up of Sam flashes on the screen, “was not one of them. This, folks, is Sam Winchester,” says Harry. “As many of you know who have been at our site, we have mentioned the Winchesters in the past with less than glowing phrases.”
Harry stops as if what he has to say leaves a sour taste in his mouth. The silence stretches and Ed quickly picks up where he left off, “Along with this tape. we were given several eye witness accounts of the horrors in that warehouse and how Sam saved many lives that day. We’re not sure what was in that warehouse or in those crates but whatever it was was clearly a threat to us all. And though we do not see him in this footage, we can only presume that Sam‘s partner-in-crime and brother, Dean Winchester, was surely nearby.”
“It is obvious by what we see here,” Harry says still unable to remove the obvious distaste he’s feeling from his face, “that the Winchesters along with the two unidentified men in this clip have taken up the fight for humanity.” His face then takes on a dreamy quality as he begins to wax eloquently, “They are the lone warriors traveling the empty roads of America seeking to save us all from the uncaring minions of Heaven and Hell.”
Ed continues as Harry seems to be lost in his daydream, “As supernatural warriors ourselves who appreciate the sacrifices needed here and now, we felt that we should let all those lone combatants who are out there fighting the good fight to know that their sacrifices don’t go unnoticed. That they are seen and that we appreciate everything they do.” He stands from his chair and salutes the camera, “We salute you.”
Harry joins him and salutes the camera as well, “We also want to say to the Winchesters, ‘Thanks for trying to save the world. We still think you’re douchenozzles though.’”
Ed looks over at Harry, “Well said. Well said.” He looks back at the camera, “Our time is up and we need to sign off. So I say to you, good night and good luck.”
Harry then makes what kinda looks like some gang sign and says, “Peace out.”
Dean sits there staring at the computer for a bit before saying with the utmost intelligence, “Huh.”
Ben nods his head in agreement, “Yeah, my thoughts exactly.”
“That was the most backhanded thank you I’ve ever gotten,” Dean adds. He stands up and stretches. “Well, on that note, I think I need a beer. I’m going to whip up some popcorn, you interested?”
Ben smiles, “Sure.” He shuts down his computer and heads downstairs with the man he knows saved the world and counts himself truly lucky indeed.
Title: Broken Trucks and Broken Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Ben
Rating: PG
Word Count: 481
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I would have my own Dodge Charger SRT8 instead of the Corolla I currently have. But I don't, le sigh.
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/any (or + any), “Out of Gas” (Firefly)
The truck isn’t pretty or sleek. It’s a rust-bucket that gets Dean to work and back. For now that is. When he bought it, the truck had been falling apart but it was cheap and Dean knew he could get it working. Ford trucks were like that, looked like shit on the outside but a pretty decent engine on the inside. And that’s all he really needed. He didn’t want beauty or horsepower. He had that already sitting under a tarp in the garage along with the weapons and books and booze and everything else that symbolized a life that he had begun to crawl his way out of.
Right now though, he’s missing his girl like crazy. She would have never failed him like this. The gas gauge has been broken on the truck since he got it and he’s been meaning to fix it but it’s always been low on the priority list with this hunk-a-chunk. He’s regretting that decision as he sits on the side of the freeway with Ben and his two friends crammed in the cab. They’ve got a baseball game to get to and somehow Dean’s miscalculated how much gas he had left. He groans and lays his head on the steering wheel as the rising sounds of panic begin to circle around the three boys in the truck.
He gets out of the truck with instructions for them to stay put and lock the doors as he begins the trek to the nearest ramp and gas station. As he trudges down the road with gas can in hand, it gives him time to think. As catastrophes go, this is pretty minor. Sure, it seems awfully big to the three boys sitting back at the truck. But that’s what normal is. Breaking down on the side of the road and thus being late for something as simple as a game is what normal folks get worked up about.
As far as Dean’s concerned, he’s just thankful that’s all it is and he reconsiders his first thoughts about wanting the Impala. Sure she wouldn’t have broken down like this but she also comes with her own set of baggage. It’s not her fault, he thinks with a twinge of guilt. The baggage is all his but she symbolizes so much of the worst kinds of things that can go wrong. Things that he doesn’t want to bring into this new life he’s trying to build. So if dealing with the failings of another vehicle is what it takes for him to put that baggage away and move toward something that isn’t about blood and death and crippling grief, he’s willing to put up with it. Maybe someday, he’ll pull the tarp off and let the sun shine on her again. But for now, she’ll stay where she is along with everything else that he once was.
Title: The Night Reveals What the Sun Hides
Characters/Pairings: Dean
Rating: PG
WARNING: References to suicide
Word Count: 262
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I would have my own Dodge Charger SRT8 instead of the Corolla I currently have. But I don't, le sigh.
Prompt: Supernatural, any, The night is always darkest just before the dawn.
Dean lies on the hood of his car, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey held loosely in his hand. He watches with half opened eyes as the sun rises over the Ohio River. The river looks deceptively still in the early morning, like glass reflecting the rising sun’s rays. Up close he knows that the river’s current is running fast, swollen with the spring rains. Only hours before with night surrounding and hiding him from prying eyes, he had contemplated that river’s cold depths debating in his liquor soaked pain the pros and cons of its embrace. But in the end, he had stumbled away wondering if it was cowardice or bravery that stayed his hand once again from doing what his heart most wanted.
His mind is now numb, exhausted from drink and the turbulent emotions that brought him to this spot. He watches the light dancing on the river and a phrase ghosts across his mind, unbidden, “The night is always darkest before the dawn.” He snorts at the nonsense. What a big pile of horse shit that is. There is no light at the dawn. A new day doesn’t bring sunshine and roses and chirpy birds. A new day just means nothing has changed. He’s still here, living. And Sam is still there, burning and suffering. No, the dawn doesn’t change anything at all. At least the night is honest about its darkness. He lays his head back on the windshield and closes his eyes, allowing his exhaustion to overcome him as he rejects the lies of the sun.
Title: You’ll Always Be Douchenozzles to Us
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Ben, Ed Zeddmore, Harry Spengler
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,400
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I would have my own Dodge Charger SRT8 instead of the Corolla I currently have. But I don't, le sigh.
Prompt: Supernatural, Ghostfacers + Team Free Will, "Thanks for saving the world. We still think you guys are douchenozzles though."
Why Dean was surprised to hear Ben ask about them he’ll never know. “Hey Dean, have you ever heard of the Ghostfacers?”
Dean stopped as he passed Ben’s bedroom door to look at the boy in front of his computer. “Yeah, I’ve heard of ‘em,” he grumbles unable to hide his dislike from his voice. “Why?”
Ben shrugs nonchalantly, “I dunno, I found their site and they seem to know about your kinda stuff. And, well….” Ben seems to hesitate as if unsure if he should tell Dean the rest.
Dean narrows his eyes, “And?”
Ben looks back at the computer with a confused expression on his face, “They seem to know you.”
“Yeah, they do,” say Dean curtly, suspecting that Ben has seen some of the Ghostfacers YouTube links. “We had some differences of opinion and they’re holding a grudge.”
Ben smiles knowingly, confirming Dean’s suspicions. “I was getting that.” He pauses again as if debating on something. “Umm, have you seen their recent video?”
Dean shakes his head as he crosses the room to the computer. “Nah, what are those idiots up to now?”
Ben waves Dean over and starts to click on the link. “This is their most recent,” he says as he gets up to let Dean sit down.
The video opens up with the two lead geeks, Ed and Harry, sitting in those two armchairs looking as ridiculous as ever.
“Greetings cyber-fans,” says Ed, lowering his voice to appear creepy and mysterious but as far as Dean can tell it just makes him sound like a tool.
“It’s been awhile since we came to you with news from the supernatural world. We have been kept busy fighting the evil denizens that threaten you our viewers from your peaceful slumber.”
Harry then chimes in, “But events have come to pass that demand we speak. There are many of you out there who no longer can turn away from what lurks in the dark recesses of our world and like us have seen the ever increasing evil in our midst.”
Ed jumps in again, “Freak events that alone could be chocked up to coincidence or acts of God. But we say nay and you, our viewers, have concurred. Our inboxes have been swamped with your stories, pics, and vids. Things so fantastic, they are nearly impossible to believe.” He looks over at Harry as he continues, “At first we had no idea what these events portended until a year ago when we received from a truly brave warrior, Stan Berkowitz, the vid that changed all our lives. Proof that we are no longer alone is this cold world and that angels walk amongst us once again. Stan‘s bravery is a testament to us all.”
(Dean looks over at Ben, his eyebrows raised questioning. Ben replies quickly, “It’s pretty intense, I’ll show you later.”)
“Which we have a message from Stan that he wanted us to share,” Harry quickly interjects. “He wishes to thank everyone for their well-wishes and especially to thank JanineMelnitz2009 for her wonderful care packages. He’s out of rehab now and is hopeful he will be paired with a seeing-eye dog soon.”
The two geeks look down as if in respectful contemplation and then Ed quickly launches into the rest of their spiel. “That vid showed us all what was really happening. It was as if we had been blind and were made to see.” Harry looks at Ed in horror and coughs, “Too soon.” Ed looks slightly embarrassed and says to the camera, “Ummm, sorry Stan.”
Forging on, Harry reverts back to his 'mysterious' voice, “But even so that truth terrified us to our very core for it would seem the apocalypse is upon us all. We soon found ourselves asking though, as so many of you did as well, who was fighting for us? We were seeing demons and angels and even the horsemen themselves fighting their war in our very midst. But who was fighting for humanity, the silent victims in this senseless destruction? The answer surprised even us. What you are about to see is footage obtained at great risk by an individual who wishes to remain anonymous…”
Ed cuts in to quip, “Many Bothans died to bring us this information.” He trails off as Harry glares incredulously at him and then continues on more seriously (or as serious as these two yahoos can get), “Watch and see who the heroes of humanity truly are…”
Ed and Harry fade out and a grainy video comes up that Dean suspects is a security feed. He’s unsure at first what he’s looking at but quickly realizes where and when this is. It’s a shot of the Niveus warehouse that Sam, Bobby, and Cas raided to stop the distribution of the Croatoan virus. The camera somehow captures everything - the workers loading the trucks, the demons infecting the humans, how they changed, Sam and Bobby shooting the infected, and Sam saving the survivors. The camera rolls right up until the explosion that wiped out the warehouse.
Dean had not disbelieved Bobby when he spoke of Sam’s actions on that day but he can’t help but watch with pride as Sam risked himself again and again to save so many civilians. He wishes with all his heart that he could tell Sam at this moment how very proud of him he is.
Once the screen goes to static, it fades back to Ed and Harry. They are still sitting in those ridiculous arm chairs.
“Interesting,” says Harry.
“Shocking, really,” says Ed.
“Of all the people we imagined in this fight, this man,” a fuzzy close up of Sam flashes on the screen, “was not one of them. This, folks, is Sam Winchester,” says Harry. “As many of you know who have been at our site, we have mentioned the Winchesters in the past with less than glowing phrases.”
Harry stops as if what he has to say leaves a sour taste in his mouth. The silence stretches and Ed quickly picks up where he left off, “Along with this tape. we were given several eye witness accounts of the horrors in that warehouse and how Sam saved many lives that day. We’re not sure what was in that warehouse or in those crates but whatever it was was clearly a threat to us all. And though we do not see him in this footage, we can only presume that Sam‘s partner-in-crime and brother, Dean Winchester, was surely nearby.”
“It is obvious by what we see here,” Harry says still unable to remove the obvious distaste he’s feeling from his face, “that the Winchesters along with the two unidentified men in this clip have taken up the fight for humanity.” His face then takes on a dreamy quality as he begins to wax eloquently, “They are the lone warriors traveling the empty roads of America seeking to save us all from the uncaring minions of Heaven and Hell.”
Ed continues as Harry seems to be lost in his daydream, “As supernatural warriors ourselves who appreciate the sacrifices needed here and now, we felt that we should let all those lone combatants who are out there fighting the good fight to know that their sacrifices don’t go unnoticed. That they are seen and that we appreciate everything they do.” He stands from his chair and salutes the camera, “We salute you.”
Harry joins him and salutes the camera as well, “We also want to say to the Winchesters, ‘Thanks for trying to save the world. We still think you’re douchenozzles though.’”
Ed looks over at Harry, “Well said. Well said.” He looks back at the camera, “Our time is up and we need to sign off. So I say to you, good night and good luck.”
Harry then makes what kinda looks like some gang sign and says, “Peace out.”
Dean sits there staring at the computer for a bit before saying with the utmost intelligence, “Huh.”
Ben nods his head in agreement, “Yeah, my thoughts exactly.”
“That was the most backhanded thank you I’ve ever gotten,” Dean adds. He stands up and stretches. “Well, on that note, I think I need a beer. I’m going to whip up some popcorn, you interested?”
Ben smiles, “Sure.” He shuts down his computer and heads downstairs with the man he knows saved the world and counts himself truly lucky indeed.