SPN Ficlet, To Die in Peace, PG
Title: To Die in Peace
Author: summerholt
Beta: The awesome nightrider101 .
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own and I don't get paid.
Summary: Sam wants to talk about the incident with the Djinn in 2x20
Notes: It is another ficlet inspired by paraprosdokians. The story happens shortly after the end of season 2.
Paraprosdokian #31. I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like
the passengers in his car.
********************************
"Sam, get this," Dean began. He’d been snickering for a while now and Sam was getting a
bit irritated when Dean spoke up, a smile still lingering on his lips. "I want to die peacefully
in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car."
And that was when Sam spit the protein shake all over his shirt, thankfully, since it
was aiming for the laptop, only his yearlong training in reflection had saved another
motherboard from getting fried.
Dean nodded to himself and grinned, satisfied with the reaction he got.
Sam stood up and got a towel from the bathroom to clean up the mess he made, and
scowled at him. “Can’t you tell me a joke when I am not sitting in front of the laptop and not
drinking?”
“Now where’s the fun in that?”
“It's not funny.”
“It's a little funny.”
Sam scowled some more. Then he had to smile. “Yeah, the paraprosdokian is a little funny.”
Dean looked up, “The para… what?” He looked back at the website he was reading, and
huffed, “Of course you know how to pronounce the jargon. Why am I not surprised? You're
such a geek.”
Sam did not take the bait. He had long learned that getting into an argument with Dean was
like getting into an argument with a 3 year old. Instead he changed the topic. “It'd be
great if you could spend more time helping me find a way to get you out of that deal, rather
than just browsing the internet.”
“No can do, Sammy. She was clear about the conditions. I try to get out of the deal, you
die.” Dean went back to the funny website with a determined expression on his face.
Sam sighed. They had already had this conversation so many times that he’d almost lost
count. He turned to his laptop, also with a determined expression on his face. He was going
to find a way. There was always a way.
~~~~~~~
After a while Sam asked quietly, “Would you?”
“Would I what?” Dean hadn’t laughed in a while. The jokes were not that funny anymore
after his stupid brother had to remind him of the deal he made. But he could forget about
the deal and live in the moment if he could just concentrate a little more.
“Would you rather die peacefully in your sleep? Like when you were caught by the Djinn?”
Yes, I would.
“Of course not!” Dean huffed again and hoped it sounded real.
“Yeah, you came back.” Sam seemed to believe his answer, Dean’s action being the obvious
proof to back up his statement. Sam thought about it for a while, then asked, almost like a
whisper to himself, ”Why?”
For you. Have to take care of you.
“I'm nobody’s puppet. And the other reality was not really real. It was like Matrix, was just
a dream,” Dean said dismissively, making it sound as though there shouldn’t be a question
at all.
Sam looked at him, still in thought, then blurted out, “I'm not sure I'd come back. I
think I might want to stay, to die in peace.”
What about me? How could I deal with it, Sammy?
“Yeah? So in Matrix, would you become the traitor or something?” Dean grinned, keeping
the hurt inside.
Sam threw the towel at him. “Dude! Traitor? Have some faith in me, will ya?” And after a
while, he said, “I'm just not sure whether I'd take the blue pill to start with. And by the
way, the traitor, his name's Cypher, just FYI.”
“Geek.” Dean muttered and returned to the funny website.
Sam shook his head, looking fondly at his brother, and stretched his sore muscles from
hunching in front of the laptop for hours. He stopped in the middle of a neck stretch, looked
straight at Dean, and asked earnestly, “Dean, did you come back for me?”
Yes.
“What now?” Dean pretended he didn’t hear Sam clearly or heard but didn’t understand.
“When the Djinn granted your wishes in a dream, did you come back for me?” Sam’s glare
was intense now, his face almost distorted.
“Sammy, the dream was not real. Maybe you don’t, but I know the difference between
reality and illusion. Illusion doesn’t exist. Maybe you prefer some-” he waved his hand
disgustedly and continued,”…fancy illusion. Me? I’d take a crappy reality any day. And
no, I didn’t come back for you. I came back because it was the only real thing to do.” He
was not participating in a stare down with Sam. Sam knew him too well to not see the
contradicting emotions in his eyes. Pushing the laptop out of the way, he got up and started
to the bathroom. “Don’t know how that giant head of yours comes up with so many stupid
questions. You're not three years old anymore.”
Sam stared indignantly as the bathroom door closed and mumbled, “I'm not three years
old. You're three years old.”
~~~~~~~
Later that night, Dean was having the best dream in a long time. In the dream, he slept
soundly, lips curled up in a smile and around him, the world spiraled out of control, chaos
descended; in the dream within the dream, all five of them were together, drinking,
laughing. It was a perfect world.
~ fin ~
Author: summerholt
Beta: The awesome nightrider101 .
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own and I don't get paid.
Summary: Sam wants to talk about the incident with the Djinn in 2x20
Notes: It is another ficlet inspired by paraprosdokians. The story happens shortly after the end of season 2.
Paraprosdokian #31. I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like
the passengers in his car.
********************************
"Sam, get this," Dean began. He’d been snickering for a while now and Sam was getting a
bit irritated when Dean spoke up, a smile still lingering on his lips. "I want to die peacefully
in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car."
And that was when Sam spit the protein shake all over his shirt, thankfully, since it
was aiming for the laptop, only his yearlong training in reflection had saved another
motherboard from getting fried.
Dean nodded to himself and grinned, satisfied with the reaction he got.
Sam stood up and got a towel from the bathroom to clean up the mess he made, and
scowled at him. “Can’t you tell me a joke when I am not sitting in front of the laptop and not
drinking?”
“Now where’s the fun in that?”
“It's not funny.”
“It's a little funny.”
Sam scowled some more. Then he had to smile. “Yeah, the paraprosdokian is a little funny.”
Dean looked up, “The para… what?” He looked back at the website he was reading, and
huffed, “Of course you know how to pronounce the jargon. Why am I not surprised? You're
such a geek.”
Sam did not take the bait. He had long learned that getting into an argument with Dean was
like getting into an argument with a 3 year old. Instead he changed the topic. “It'd be
great if you could spend more time helping me find a way to get you out of that deal, rather
than just browsing the internet.”
“No can do, Sammy. She was clear about the conditions. I try to get out of the deal, you
die.” Dean went back to the funny website with a determined expression on his face.
Sam sighed. They had already had this conversation so many times that he’d almost lost
count. He turned to his laptop, also with a determined expression on his face. He was going
to find a way. There was always a way.
~~~~~~~
After a while Sam asked quietly, “Would you?”
“Would I what?” Dean hadn’t laughed in a while. The jokes were not that funny anymore
after his stupid brother had to remind him of the deal he made. But he could forget about
the deal and live in the moment if he could just concentrate a little more.
“Would you rather die peacefully in your sleep? Like when you were caught by the Djinn?”
Yes, I would.
“Of course not!” Dean huffed again and hoped it sounded real.
“Yeah, you came back.” Sam seemed to believe his answer, Dean’s action being the obvious
proof to back up his statement. Sam thought about it for a while, then asked, almost like a
whisper to himself, ”Why?”
For you. Have to take care of you.
“I'm nobody’s puppet. And the other reality was not really real. It was like Matrix, was just
a dream,” Dean said dismissively, making it sound as though there shouldn’t be a question
at all.
Sam looked at him, still in thought, then blurted out, “I'm not sure I'd come back. I
think I might want to stay, to die in peace.”
What about me? How could I deal with it, Sammy?
“Yeah? So in Matrix, would you become the traitor or something?” Dean grinned, keeping
the hurt inside.
Sam threw the towel at him. “Dude! Traitor? Have some faith in me, will ya?” And after a
while, he said, “I'm just not sure whether I'd take the blue pill to start with. And by the
way, the traitor, his name's Cypher, just FYI.”
“Geek.” Dean muttered and returned to the funny website.
Sam shook his head, looking fondly at his brother, and stretched his sore muscles from
hunching in front of the laptop for hours. He stopped in the middle of a neck stretch, looked
straight at Dean, and asked earnestly, “Dean, did you come back for me?”
Yes.
“What now?” Dean pretended he didn’t hear Sam clearly or heard but didn’t understand.
“When the Djinn granted your wishes in a dream, did you come back for me?” Sam’s glare
was intense now, his face almost distorted.
“Sammy, the dream was not real. Maybe you don’t, but I know the difference between
reality and illusion. Illusion doesn’t exist. Maybe you prefer some-” he waved his hand
disgustedly and continued,”…fancy illusion. Me? I’d take a crappy reality any day. And
no, I didn’t come back for you. I came back because it was the only real thing to do.” He
was not participating in a stare down with Sam. Sam knew him too well to not see the
contradicting emotions in his eyes. Pushing the laptop out of the way, he got up and started
to the bathroom. “Don’t know how that giant head of yours comes up with so many stupid
questions. You're not three years old anymore.”
Sam stared indignantly as the bathroom door closed and mumbled, “I'm not three years
old. You're three years old.”
~~~~~~~
Later that night, Dean was having the best dream in a long time. In the dream, he slept
soundly, lips curled up in a smile and around him, the world spiraled out of control, chaos
descended; in the dream within the dream, all five of them were together, drinking,
laughing. It was a perfect world.
~ fin ~