Filled 1/2; pre-series gen; sam & deangrace_fullyNovember 11 2010, 16:29:36 UTC
When Sam slips off the dock and into the water, it's nearly silent. A curl of water slaps against his biceps and then settles around him, content. He dips his mouth down to the surface to taste clear cold lake water; plants a foot against an algae-slick support beam and shoves off, opening his wingspan and pulling himself out into the depths.
He swims easily, slow, loves the way his mind immediately clears and his body cools off against a heavy August night. A flush moon is turning the water's ripples to silver, and Sam sends them spilling like heaps of glitter. His heart is chugging steadily in his chest, strong and warm and happy as he moves.
When he gets far enough out, he stops. He treads water, idly skims fingers, ducks his head and comes up smooth and dripping. He flips to his back, holding his stomach into his spine, and floats with his face up to the moon, considering its bight light.
He lays there, suspended, toes curling against quivering reflections of stars, and feels utterly calmed. He'll pass. He knows he will. He'll pass because he has to, there's no other option. He'll pass for Jess, and for his future with her.
Eyes closed, he feels for the time; it's been half an hour, maybe. Forty-five minutes. It's close to three, anyway. She'll freak if she wakes up and he isn't there. He doesn't tell her when he comes here, because he doesn't ever want to have to say: growing up, the only thing that ever listened to me was a lake.
With a long deep breath that fills his lungs and chest to glowing, he sinks from the spread of water holding him and kicks himself idly back toward the direction of the dock.
Someone's standing there, Sam sees immediately, boots straddling the messy pool of his clothes. He tenses, stroke stalling, because there is literally only one person on the planet it could be. He stops dead, hovering halfway across the lake and staring at that silhouette he still sees everywhere, despite his best efforts to keep all eyes and thoughts forward.
"Soon as I found out about this place, I knew you'd be out here," Dean says. Even tone, not raised in the slightest, and its fondness reaches Sam as if they were standing right next to each other.
"So you were already at the apartment," Sam says, mouth hovering over the water line.
"Yeah, I had a look there for you. Made sure Jess was safe before I left. One of us has to."
Sam bristles, heated and furious in a heartbeat, but Dean's laughing, pulling off his boots and dropping them to the dock with a clunk. Pulls off his socks, shoves them under the tongues, and swings himself to sit at the edge, feet in the water.
"Relax, Sam," he says softly. "You're doing fine. You're great. I'm - happy for you."
Sam's embarrassed at how relieved he is to hear that. He punches it down immediately and tries to remember his place in the Winchester family. Resumes swimming to shore and evenly asks, "Man, what are you doing here? This is like, a huge waste of time, isn't it."
Dean's quiet for a long time before he answers: "No, Sam, it's not, like, a huge waste of time. You fucking idiot."
"I just mean - I'm not really, part of it anymore, you know? So there's not really any sense in checking in, or whatever."
Sam's got a bad feeling that it's something big; wants to ask, What's wrong? What could you guys possibly need me for?
"How about I haven't seen you in four fucking years and you're my brother and I want to make sure you're not fucking dead? That a good enough reason?"
The words echo out over the lake, slamming into the moon and the tree line and the sleeping shores and accosting Sam from all sides. He ducks in the water, gritting his teeth, feeling overwhelmed and oddly as if this is the most loved he's ever been in his life.
Filled 2/2; pre-series gen; sam & deangrace_fullyNovember 11 2010, 16:30:05 UTC
When he gets to the dock, Dean's face is staring down at him angrily. He kicks water in Sam's face for even questioning him. Sam winces and glares right back, tense, annoyed, and they're right back to fighting over Sam's bag while he tried to hitch to California and Dean tried to force him into the Impala.
"It's good to see you," Sam says quietly, surrendering honesty.
Dean's features smooth over into agreement and he nods. Sam wants to ask, How you been? but he doesn't want to hear about the road; it'll make him sick for home. He knows Dean wants to ask, too, but doesn't want to hear about a life Sam has that doesn't include him.
"You're a shit swimmer," Dean finally says. "No form."
"Tell that to the loser who taught me," Sam says, smirking.
"Now there was an exemplary swimmer. Effortless, that guy. Like a fish."
"And now he sits on the shore, afraid to get his fuckin' hair wet."
Dean narrows his eyes at the challenge, and seriously, Sam thinks. Four years and Dean still rises to the bait. So regular he could set his own heartbeat to it.
He watches Dean pull off his shirt and shuck out of his jeans, watches him kick the swaddled pile of their clothes to the side and without a word Dean's in - perfect pike of a dive, gliding under water and then cutting through the moon's reflection with a pace like running.
Sam curses, laughs, and lunges to follow Dean, swimming up the parted waters he leaves open behind him.
Re: Filled 2/2; pre-series gen; sam & deanoxoniensisNovember 11 2010, 17:02:14 UTC
Wonderful! You've really captured that time period, and the way the two of them were back then, prickly but able to effortlessly fall into being brothers again. Thank you for filling my prompt! :-)
He swims easily, slow, loves the way his mind immediately clears and his body cools off against a heavy August night. A flush moon is turning the water's ripples to silver, and Sam sends them spilling like heaps of glitter. His heart is chugging steadily in his chest, strong and warm and happy as he moves.
When he gets far enough out, he stops. He treads water, idly skims fingers, ducks his head and comes up smooth and dripping. He flips to his back, holding his stomach into his spine, and floats with his face up to the moon, considering its bight light.
He lays there, suspended, toes curling against quivering reflections of stars, and feels utterly calmed. He'll pass. He knows he will. He'll pass because he has to, there's no other option. He'll pass for Jess, and for his future with her.
Eyes closed, he feels for the time; it's been half an hour, maybe. Forty-five minutes. It's close to three, anyway. She'll freak if she wakes up and he isn't there. He doesn't tell her when he comes here, because he doesn't ever want to have to say: growing up, the only thing that ever listened to me was a lake.
With a long deep breath that fills his lungs and chest to glowing, he sinks from the spread of water holding him and kicks himself idly back toward the direction of the dock.
Someone's standing there, Sam sees immediately, boots straddling the messy pool of his clothes. He tenses, stroke stalling, because there is literally only one person on the planet it could be. He stops dead, hovering halfway across the lake and staring at that silhouette he still sees everywhere, despite his best efforts to keep all eyes and thoughts forward.
"Soon as I found out about this place, I knew you'd be out here," Dean says. Even tone, not raised in the slightest, and its fondness reaches Sam as if they were standing right next to each other.
"So you were already at the apartment," Sam says, mouth hovering over the water line.
"Yeah, I had a look there for you. Made sure Jess was safe before I left. One of us has to."
Sam bristles, heated and furious in a heartbeat, but Dean's laughing, pulling off his boots and dropping them to the dock with a clunk. Pulls off his socks, shoves them under the tongues, and swings himself to sit at the edge, feet in the water.
"Relax, Sam," he says softly. "You're doing fine. You're great. I'm - happy for you."
Sam's embarrassed at how relieved he is to hear that. He punches it down immediately and tries to remember his place in the Winchester family. Resumes swimming to shore and evenly asks, "Man, what are you doing here? This is like, a huge waste of time, isn't it."
Dean's quiet for a long time before he answers: "No, Sam, it's not, like, a huge waste of time. You fucking idiot."
"I just mean - I'm not really, part of it anymore, you know? So there's not really any sense in checking in, or whatever."
Sam's got a bad feeling that it's something big; wants to ask, What's wrong? What could you guys possibly need me for?
"How about I haven't seen you in four fucking years and you're my brother and I want to make sure you're not fucking dead? That a good enough reason?"
The words echo out over the lake, slamming into the moon and the tree line and the sleeping shores and accosting Sam from all sides. He ducks in the water, gritting his teeth, feeling overwhelmed and oddly as if this is the most loved he's ever been in his life.
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"It's good to see you," Sam says quietly, surrendering honesty.
Dean's features smooth over into agreement and he nods. Sam wants to ask, How you been? but he doesn't want to hear about the road; it'll make him sick for home. He knows Dean wants to ask, too, but doesn't want to hear about a life Sam has that doesn't include him.
"You're a shit swimmer," Dean finally says. "No form."
"Tell that to the loser who taught me," Sam says, smirking.
"Now there was an exemplary swimmer. Effortless, that guy. Like a fish."
"And now he sits on the shore, afraid to get his fuckin' hair wet."
Dean narrows his eyes at the challenge, and seriously, Sam thinks. Four years and Dean still rises to the bait. So regular he could set his own heartbeat to it.
He watches Dean pull off his shirt and shuck out of his jeans, watches him kick the swaddled pile of their clothes to the side and without a word Dean's in - perfect pike of a dive, gliding under water and then cutting through the moon's reflection with a pace like running.
Sam curses, laughs, and lunges to follow Dean, swimming up the parted waters he leaves open behind him.
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I, um, wrote a story for this prompt too, before I knew it was already filled. I hope you don't mind me posting it below yours. :\
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this is such a beautiful prompt and fill theme. ♥
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