SPN drabbles.
Four drabbles I found on my phone after a night of heavy drinking. You can't really call these "drabbles" so much as the beginnings of thoughts, but I know for a fact I'm never going to do anything with them. So... here they are.
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It's easy for Dean to fall into a pattern; it's impossible for Sam to follow it. Dean needs the sameness, the security of the predictable; with a mind like his, underutilized and unestablished, it's the easiest default position he can find.
Sam, he knows all this, and he can't fucking stand what Dean does to himself, how he sells himself short. It doesn't help that dad's always looked at Dean more like something he'd store in the trunk than someone who deserved to ride shotgun. A part of him hoped the competitive side of Dean would make him flourish when Sam went to Stanford, that he'd aim up instead of ahead.
It was a stupid wish.
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"Cold as Ice" is playing when he turns from the window and says, "we don't fight a lot of ice-related spirits."
"Cold locations are hard to fit into the budget," Dean returns without hesitation. Sam shakes his head.
"Sometimes I wonder if you know how weird you really are, Dean."
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Dean doesn't get it. He doesn't really like The Beatles at all, and the songs he does like are the weird tracks, the ones that don't flow with the rest of the music (flow is all-important to Sam at age seventeen). Dean couldn't care less about any of the early stuff, calling it "a chick flick in a song. I'm happy just to dance with you? C'mon, Sammy, these guys are lame. Probably never got laid until they were already famous. Now, ACDC, they'd know how to show a lady a good time."
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Castiel recognizes the inflection as sarcasm, but doesn't understand why it's being used. There is something in the way Dean uses sarcasm that is not like other humans in Castiel's acquaintance. Of course, up until a few weeks ago, that had been only Sam Winchester, whose own peculiar vocal inflections only mimicked Dean when the two were separated. Castiel knows enough about brotherhood to understand this phenomenon... but just barely.
So he remains silent, staring intently-- perhaps Dean's face will finally give something away. Thus far, his study of facial expressions has not helped him with either man.
Sam watches the exchange as he always does, half amused, half exasperated. He spends his time silently thinking of how he could write a dictionary of Angel-to-Dean, and vice versa. Unfortunately, the market for that venture is limited to this shitty hotel room-- and maybe Zachariah so he'd finally have some success convincing Dean to say yes.
---
It's easy for Dean to fall into a pattern; it's impossible for Sam to follow it. Dean needs the sameness, the security of the predictable; with a mind like his, underutilized and unestablished, it's the easiest default position he can find.
Sam, he knows all this, and he can't fucking stand what Dean does to himself, how he sells himself short. It doesn't help that dad's always looked at Dean more like something he'd store in the trunk than someone who deserved to ride shotgun. A part of him hoped the competitive side of Dean would make him flourish when Sam went to Stanford, that he'd aim up instead of ahead.
It was a stupid wish.
---
"Cold as Ice" is playing when he turns from the window and says, "we don't fight a lot of ice-related spirits."
"Cold locations are hard to fit into the budget," Dean returns without hesitation. Sam shakes his head.
"Sometimes I wonder if you know how weird you really are, Dean."
---
Dean doesn't get it. He doesn't really like The Beatles at all, and the songs he does like are the weird tracks, the ones that don't flow with the rest of the music (flow is all-important to Sam at age seventeen). Dean couldn't care less about any of the early stuff, calling it "a chick flick in a song. I'm happy just to dance with you? C'mon, Sammy, these guys are lame. Probably never got laid until they were already famous. Now, ACDC, they'd know how to show a lady a good time."
---
Castiel recognizes the inflection as sarcasm, but doesn't understand why it's being used. There is something in the way Dean uses sarcasm that is not like other humans in Castiel's acquaintance. Of course, up until a few weeks ago, that had been only Sam Winchester, whose own peculiar vocal inflections only mimicked Dean when the two were separated. Castiel knows enough about brotherhood to understand this phenomenon... but just barely.
So he remains silent, staring intently-- perhaps Dean's face will finally give something away. Thus far, his study of facial expressions has not helped him with either man.
Sam watches the exchange as he always does, half amused, half exasperated. He spends his time silently thinking of how he could write a dictionary of Angel-to-Dean, and vice versa. Unfortunately, the market for that venture is limited to this shitty hotel room-- and maybe Zachariah so he'd finally have some success convincing Dean to say yes.