pictures in his head
Title: Pictures In His Mind
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, SamClaim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #15, Stars
Rating: PG, pre-series
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Some things Dean just couldn’t see.
“That’s always the first one I can pick out.”
Dean looked up, trying hard to see what his baby brother was seeing. Wise beyond his years, certainly, only ten, but with an old soul.
“Which one?”
“That one”, Sam replied, just a huff of indignation in his voice, pointing up toward the sky as they took in the darkness, dotted by stars here in the middle of nowhere, a place where light from the ground didn’t block out the tiny lights in the sky. “Orion. The Hunter.”
No matter how hard Sam tried to draw it out with his fingers in the air, Dean still had a hard time pulling the points of light into a picture.
“His belt, there, those three. His shoulder, and his bow. Can’t you see it, De? Just look. Really look.”
It was winter, and he was so cold, but Dean didn’t care. He just wanted to see what Sam saw. Wanted more than anything to know what was happening in Sammy’s head.
He resigned himself to the fact that some things, he’d not have any way to know, no matter what. It didn’t take away what Dean loved about watching the stars with Sam.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, SamClaim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #15, Stars
Rating: PG, pre-series
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Some things Dean just couldn’t see.
“That’s always the first one I can pick out.”
Dean looked up, trying hard to see what his baby brother was seeing. Wise beyond his years, certainly, only ten, but with an old soul.
“Which one?”
“That one”, Sam replied, just a huff of indignation in his voice, pointing up toward the sky as they took in the darkness, dotted by stars here in the middle of nowhere, a place where light from the ground didn’t block out the tiny lights in the sky. “Orion. The Hunter.”
No matter how hard Sam tried to draw it out with his fingers in the air, Dean still had a hard time pulling the points of light into a picture.
“His belt, there, those three. His shoulder, and his bow. Can’t you see it, De? Just look. Really look.”
It was winter, and he was so cold, but Dean didn’t care. He just wanted to see what Sam saw. Wanted more than anything to know what was happening in Sammy’s head.
He resigned himself to the fact that some things, he’d not have any way to know, no matter what. It didn’t take away what Dean loved about watching the stars with Sam.