SN drabbles: 2.19-2.22
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previously
to possess
Sam sees the way they look at his brother. Like he’s just a body, something they want to own, to possess, to break. Sam knows how attractive Dean is, but until they’re in prison, it’s never hit him like this.
Dean turns a blind eye to the danger, sure he can handle himself. But Sam sees the inmates watch Dean, talking amongst themselves.
They need to get out of here. But until the hunt is over, Dean won’t leave. So Sam will keep an eye on his brother, make sure Dean’s never alone. And any of those bastards ever try something… One of them meets Sam’s gaze across the room. Sam’s not the first to look away.
It’s a brother thing
for
violetlily18
Dean should have been back hours ago. He’s not, and something’s gone wrong.
It’s not a psychic thing: Dean, ever since Meg possessed me, lets me know where he is. Just like I call him to check in.
But I can’t get him. He’s not answering his phone. He’d pick up just to tell me to stop calling, but he hasn’t.
Something’s wrong. He’s hours late, with no word. Something’s wrong. Dean’s in trouble-I know it. I have to find him because I can’t lose him too.
I can’t. I won’t.
within a finger's breadth of being mad
“Sam!”
Bobby flinches and turns, looks back through the gloom at John’s boys. He’s not nearly fast enough to catch the back-stabbing bastard, and all his shots miss-Bobby has never been good with guns, and he’s never regretted it so much as now.
He trudges back to where Dean is gripping his brother, silently rocking.
Bobby looks away, reaching up to rub his eyes. The world just became a much bleaker place, and Bobby can’t begin to imagine what Dean will do now.
I would not lose you for a world
He’s trapped, knowledge billowing up-I killed you-and Mom’s killer, Jessica’s killer, Dad’s killer kneeling next to Dean, saying something he can’t hear, standing back, raising the Colt-
He can’t get free, everything’s just out of reach, nothing’s right, nothing-I killed you-Dean was so desperate, so happy to see him-you can’t patch up a wound that bad-
The demon is raising the Colt, his back to Sam. But he can’t move, can’t move-just a little more time, he’ll make the power work-my favorite-
And then-
Dad?
onwards
previously
to possess
Sam sees the way they look at his brother. Like he’s just a body, something they want to own, to possess, to break. Sam knows how attractive Dean is, but until they’re in prison, it’s never hit him like this.
Dean turns a blind eye to the danger, sure he can handle himself. But Sam sees the inmates watch Dean, talking amongst themselves.
They need to get out of here. But until the hunt is over, Dean won’t leave. So Sam will keep an eye on his brother, make sure Dean’s never alone. And any of those bastards ever try something… One of them meets Sam’s gaze across the room. Sam’s not the first to look away.
It’s a brother thing
for
violetlily18
Dean should have been back hours ago. He’s not, and something’s gone wrong.
It’s not a psychic thing: Dean, ever since Meg possessed me, lets me know where he is. Just like I call him to check in.
But I can’t get him. He’s not answering his phone. He’d pick up just to tell me to stop calling, but he hasn’t.
Something’s wrong. He’s hours late, with no word. Something’s wrong. Dean’s in trouble-I know it. I have to find him because I can’t lose him too.
I can’t. I won’t.
within a finger's breadth of being mad
“Sam!”
Bobby flinches and turns, looks back through the gloom at John’s boys. He’s not nearly fast enough to catch the back-stabbing bastard, and all his shots miss-Bobby has never been good with guns, and he’s never regretted it so much as now.
He trudges back to where Dean is gripping his brother, silently rocking.
Bobby looks away, reaching up to rub his eyes. The world just became a much bleaker place, and Bobby can’t begin to imagine what Dean will do now.
I would not lose you for a world
He’s trapped, knowledge billowing up-I killed you-and Mom’s killer, Jessica’s killer, Dad’s killer kneeling next to Dean, saying something he can’t hear, standing back, raising the Colt-
He can’t get free, everything’s just out of reach, nothing’s right, nothing-I killed you-Dean was so desperate, so happy to see him-you can’t patch up a wound that bad-
The demon is raising the Colt, his back to Sam. But he can’t move, can’t move-just a little more time, he’ll make the power work-my favorite-
And then-
Dad?
onwards