Bad Memory (Ficlet)
Title: Bad Memory
Characters: Sam-centric, Dean, John
Word Count: 264
Notes: Pre-Pilot... the night Sam left for Stanford.
Prompt:
popcornleader; lost, swing, first
Beta:
antigonesgift
Tensions were already running high the night I told them.
Dad was pissed and bitter about the fight he just lost. I wasn't expecting him to jump straight into another. It was our first fight in a long time, but it wasn't unfamiliar. I just never expected him to act the way he did. I'd been accepted into Stanford. Any normal parent would be proud. But then, we've never been a normal family.
I never expected myself to get violent. I took an angry swing in dad's direction; my fist nearly meeting his face, but Dean blocked the attack, catching my arm and holding it down at an awkward position. Dad did nothing but stare at me with those dark, blank eyes of his - eyes I could never read emotion from, no matter how long I stared angrily back into them. But what could have possibly been there other than hatred?
It lasted a long time before I finally chose to walk away. Dad stopped yelling, gave in, skulked back to the kitchen for another drink. Dean just followed me, watching me with his eyes following my footsteps like a lost sheep. He said nothing, made no effort to stop me from leaving; just watched me silently as I packed up my things. He followed me to the door and I felt his eyes burn on my back as I walked up the street, as though making sure I was gone for good. The unwanted son and brother gone at last. The black sheep of the family, finally nothing but a bad memory...
Characters: Sam-centric, Dean, John
Word Count: 264
Notes: Pre-Pilot... the night Sam left for Stanford.
Prompt:
popcornleader; lost, swing, first
Beta:
antigonesgift
Tensions were already running high the night I told them.
Dad was pissed and bitter about the fight he just lost. I wasn't expecting him to jump straight into another. It was our first fight in a long time, but it wasn't unfamiliar. I just never expected him to act the way he did. I'd been accepted into Stanford. Any normal parent would be proud. But then, we've never been a normal family.
I never expected myself to get violent. I took an angry swing in dad's direction; my fist nearly meeting his face, but Dean blocked the attack, catching my arm and holding it down at an awkward position. Dad did nothing but stare at me with those dark, blank eyes of his - eyes I could never read emotion from, no matter how long I stared angrily back into them. But what could have possibly been there other than hatred?
It lasted a long time before I finally chose to walk away. Dad stopped yelling, gave in, skulked back to the kitchen for another drink. Dean just followed me, watching me with his eyes following my footsteps like a lost sheep. He said nothing, made no effort to stop me from leaving; just watched me silently as I packed up my things. He followed me to the door and I felt his eyes burn on my back as I walked up the street, as though making sure I was gone for good. The unwanted son and brother gone at last. The black sheep of the family, finally nothing but a bad memory...