Surprises
One more drabble, this time written for the SPN Gen Love community. The promp, from mimblexwimble , who asked for 'Sam, Dean, Ferris Wheel. Dean's birthday - Sam's POV. Set sometime during the series. Bonus points for both boys being a little (okay, a lot) queasy afterwards.'
And this what came out...
Lil’ Brother Surprises
The Ferris Wheel was haunted. Ok, maybe that was a slight misdirection, tiny exaggeration, minuscule lie on Sam’s part. But it still got Dean to seat on one all the same.
“I’ve never heard of a haunted Ferris Wheel EVER, man,” Dean complained, strapping the belt in place across his lap and making sure, for the tenth time, that the security pole was actually secure. “And if the spook shows up, what are we supposed to do anyway? Yell buu! at it?”
Sam rolled his eyes. It was just for show, actually, something that his brother would expect him to do. “This ghost hasn’t attacked anyone yet... we just need to find out who he is, see if we can get him to talk to us,” he explained, further elaborating the lie. It was all in good cause, actually. But still a blunted lie.
You see... there was no ghost.
“The ghost hasn’t attacked anyone yet, Sam,” Dean pointed out. “YET.”
This time, the eye roll was actually heart-felt. Trust Dean to make something as simple as a surprise turn in to carefully planned highjack. Or maybe this was more of a kidnap. Either way, it was something that Sam knew he had to do.
It hadn’t been easy to cope with the pain of losing their father and all the feelings of should’ve, could’ve that his loss had left inside Sam. The bitter taste of failure and disappointment that John departure had stirred would take a very long time to settle.
But worse than any of that, it was the fact that he had to stand and watch as Dean wasted away, eaten by grief and something else that Sam could not name and Dean would not tell.
This was as much for him as it was for Dean.
For a late January night, the weather was surprisingly good, but still Sam could feel the temperature drop as they climbed higher and higher in the slow turn of the Wheel.
By his side, Dean was blowing small clouds of warm breath, eyes alert for the arrival of their ghost.
“I don’t see anything, Sam,” he complained, in between a smoke ring and another.
Sam relaxed back in to the seat, arm stretched as he covertly looked at his watch. A satisfied grin spread across his lips. This was it. This was the moment he’d been waiting for.
“Should get your eyes check, old man,” Sam teased. In fact, the view was stunning.
Below them, the bright, colorful lights of the fair and its various attractions, lit the ground like a field of electric flowers; above them, the black, bottomless sky was peppered in white, flashing dots.
“Look closer,” Sam asked, without even looking at his brother, his head tilted back as the Wheel whirled closer and closer to the top of the world.
Dean raised one brow before mimicking Sam’s posture.
Suddenly, the sound of rocket taking off overlapped the people’s laughter and the music coming from below. Bright lights, as colorful as the ones on the ground, exploded in shapes of blooming bouquets on the sky above.
Suddenly, the lights reflected on Dean’s laughing eyes were more entertaining than the fireworks causing them. “Happy birthday, Dean,” Sam whispered.
Dean never answered him, but the smile in his eyes and the easing of the lines of his face made it more than worth it.
And if on the way down they both turned green and ended up loosing their dinner five feet from the Ferris Wheel, it was still worth it.
The cake, after all, was waiting for them in the motel room. Sam had made sure of that too.
The end
And this what came out...
Lil’ Brother Surprises
The Ferris Wheel was haunted. Ok, maybe that was a slight misdirection, tiny exaggeration, minuscule lie on Sam’s part. But it still got Dean to seat on one all the same.
“I’ve never heard of a haunted Ferris Wheel EVER, man,” Dean complained, strapping the belt in place across his lap and making sure, for the tenth time, that the security pole was actually secure. “And if the spook shows up, what are we supposed to do anyway? Yell buu! at it?”
Sam rolled his eyes. It was just for show, actually, something that his brother would expect him to do. “This ghost hasn’t attacked anyone yet... we just need to find out who he is, see if we can get him to talk to us,” he explained, further elaborating the lie. It was all in good cause, actually. But still a blunted lie.
You see... there was no ghost.
“The ghost hasn’t attacked anyone yet, Sam,” Dean pointed out. “YET.”
This time, the eye roll was actually heart-felt. Trust Dean to make something as simple as a surprise turn in to carefully planned highjack. Or maybe this was more of a kidnap. Either way, it was something that Sam knew he had to do.
It hadn’t been easy to cope with the pain of losing their father and all the feelings of should’ve, could’ve that his loss had left inside Sam. The bitter taste of failure and disappointment that John departure had stirred would take a very long time to settle.
But worse than any of that, it was the fact that he had to stand and watch as Dean wasted away, eaten by grief and something else that Sam could not name and Dean would not tell.
This was as much for him as it was for Dean.
For a late January night, the weather was surprisingly good, but still Sam could feel the temperature drop as they climbed higher and higher in the slow turn of the Wheel.
By his side, Dean was blowing small clouds of warm breath, eyes alert for the arrival of their ghost.
“I don’t see anything, Sam,” he complained, in between a smoke ring and another.
Sam relaxed back in to the seat, arm stretched as he covertly looked at his watch. A satisfied grin spread across his lips. This was it. This was the moment he’d been waiting for.
“Should get your eyes check, old man,” Sam teased. In fact, the view was stunning.
Below them, the bright, colorful lights of the fair and its various attractions, lit the ground like a field of electric flowers; above them, the black, bottomless sky was peppered in white, flashing dots.
“Look closer,” Sam asked, without even looking at his brother, his head tilted back as the Wheel whirled closer and closer to the top of the world.
Dean raised one brow before mimicking Sam’s posture.
Suddenly, the sound of rocket taking off overlapped the people’s laughter and the music coming from below. Bright lights, as colorful as the ones on the ground, exploded in shapes of blooming bouquets on the sky above.
Suddenly, the lights reflected on Dean’s laughing eyes were more entertaining than the fireworks causing them. “Happy birthday, Dean,” Sam whispered.
Dean never answered him, but the smile in his eyes and the easing of the lines of his face made it more than worth it.
And if on the way down they both turned green and ended up loosing their dinner five feet from the Ferris Wheel, it was still worth it.
The cake, after all, was waiting for them in the motel room. Sam had made sure of that too.
The end