108: Bugs

[tahirire]

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[dawnintheforest]

Dean: Dad never treated us like that!
Sam: Well Dad never treated you like that, you were perfect. He was all over my case. You don't remember.
Dean: Well maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes you were outta' line!

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[saberivojo]

Dad didn’t yell all that much. He didn’t have to really. He could throw a kid a stare that could melt steel. Sometimes all he did was give a disapproving look, which for Sam, was almost worse than the laser beam of death look. Sam could barely admit it to himself, but he wanted his father’s approval almost as much as Dean. Wanting and getting are two different things though.

Sam remembered the first time he went toe to toe with Dad. He couldn’t remember why it happened, only that it had. His father had raised his voice and something had gone white in Sam. It turns out that Sam didn’t see red when he was mad, he saw was white. Everything all fuzzy and pale on the edges and suddenly Sam was up on his feet, yelling at his father, his voice cracking with stress and hormones. It was rather impressive actually, even Dad had seemed shocked. Not so much that Sam had disagreed with whatever Dad wanted, more that Sam had the balls to step up to the old man and confront him with it. Dad had never liked his sons’ questioning him but

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[tahirire]

Ooh, parental laser beams. Yes, I know about those. *shudder*

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[saberivojo]

Me too as both the receiver and the sender. *giggles*

[dawnintheforest]

"Well let me just say, we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation."

[doylescordy]

Dean: Wasn't that on Oprah?

Sam: You watch Oprah?

any couch in a storm

[themonkeytwin]

Drifting up from the murky depths of unconsciousness, it wasn’t hard to tell where he was

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[tahirire]

Heh. Rufus is a curmudgeonly old codger. There needs to be more Rufus-mentors-Jo fic. ♥

I love that he 'knows' things about Oprah. He's probably had her checked, you know - he probably did her ear. ^.^

I like. A lot. :)

Re: any couch in a storm

[themonkeytwin]

Oh, he definitely 'knows' things. But as soon as he started to talk about it, the whole fic went off the rails, so I shut him up. He didn't care either way, thank goodness. :)

I don't think I can write Jo, or I'd give it a shot. Truth be told, it's the previous generation of hunters that pull at me most, because they're past the make-or-break stage. And discovered that they've done both.

❤

[doylescordy]

Sam: You know, we could get day jobs once in a while.

Dean: Hunting's our day job, and the pay is crap.

[wynefred]

Dean: Growin' up in a place like this would freak me out.
Sam: Why?
Dean: Well, manicured lawns, "How was your day, honey?" - I'd blow my brains out.

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[wynefred]

I didn't realize this was my prompt until after I wrote this. It's my very first fanfic. Many thanks to bardicvoice for helping me tighten it up

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[tahirire]

Awww, I LOVE this. Those everyday frustrating little things that, when you don't have them, seem so wonderful and enriching, but then you realize - it's just a different kind of crap you have to deal with. Poor everybody. *sadface*

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[wynefred]

Glad you liked it! I do love these simple moments.