Ficlet: On His Knees
Title: On His Knees
Warnings: language
Summary: Dean watches his little brother get on his knees in front of her grave.
Words: 180 something
Notes: This may turn into a type of series, but I'm not sure yet.
Dean doesn't know where Sam gets the suit. It fits him real good, maps out the expansive range of his shoulders and makes it look like he's standing up straight even when he isn't. And it reaches all the way at his wrists and ankles.
He stays by the car when Sam goes, even though he can feel his brother quaking in his shiny shoes, staring at the fresh grave not thirty five feet from the Impala. Dean stands there and doesn't pretend not to see when Sam buckles, dirtying up the knees of those perfectly creased slacks.
Sam throws the suit into the trashcan that night with everything else- anything that'd put him on the map for someone to find- and Dean thinks it's a little bit funny how someone can collect so much shit in just under two years. He doesn't look at Sam when he tosses the match into the bin because he knows that even if he hadn't meant to before, that right there was him destroying the life Sam wanted so damn bad.
Warnings: language
Summary: Dean watches his little brother get on his knees in front of her grave.
Words: 180 something
Notes: This may turn into a type of series, but I'm not sure yet.
Dean doesn't know where Sam gets the suit. It fits him real good, maps out the expansive range of his shoulders and makes it look like he's standing up straight even when he isn't. And it reaches all the way at his wrists and ankles.
He stays by the car when Sam goes, even though he can feel his brother quaking in his shiny shoes, staring at the fresh grave not thirty five feet from the Impala. Dean stands there and doesn't pretend not to see when Sam buckles, dirtying up the knees of those perfectly creased slacks.
Sam throws the suit into the trashcan that night with everything else- anything that'd put him on the map for someone to find- and Dean thinks it's a little bit funny how someone can collect so much shit in just under two years. He doesn't look at Sam when he tosses the match into the bin because he knows that even if he hadn't meant to before, that right there was him destroying the life Sam wanted so damn bad.