SDMB1 art post: You want me to act like we've never kissed
Title: You want me to act like we've never kissed
Author: withdiamonds
Artist: cassiopeia7
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG (art only)
Warnings: None
Summary: It's 2015 and the Leviathans have long since been shoved back into Purgatory. God's back in Heaven, too, and monsters are few and far between. Supernatural activity is at an all-time low, and Sam and Dean are settled in a small town in Ohio. They're doing fairly well, with the occasional bout of binge drinking and nightmares about Hell. There's even a ghost to hunt now and again, and while they're pretty much alone in the world, they at least have each other.
Until a car accident takes away Dean's memory of anything that's happened to him since he was four. He has no memory of hunting, of growing up on the road, or of the relationship he and Sam share. Sam's not about to tell his brother that they've been each others' only partner, in every way, for years. Dean is now the person he would have been if his life hadn't actually happened to him--he's fun and happy and almost child-like in his joy and innocence. But Sam has lost his big brother, the person who's been taking care of him all his life. Sam grieves for that person. Then Dean's memory starts showing signs of coming back, and Sam's not sure that's such a good thing. Dean is happy without his memories, and Sam doesn't want him to lose that. But Sam is lost without the Dean he loves. Will the Dean he has now, the only Dean that's left, eventually be enough for Sam?
Artist's notes: I adore Dean Winchester just the way he is, flaws and all. But fell in love all over again with this line from the art-claims summary: Dean is now the person he would have been if his life hadn't actually happened to him--he's fun and happy and almost child-like in his joy and innocence. Who hasn't wondered how Sam and Dean would've ended up had the nursery fire never occurred, had they been raised in a peaceful, loving home as John and Mary intended? How could I NOT claim this fic? Hugs and thanks to my author, withdiamonds, whose pained, determined Sam broke my heart, even as her innocent Dean made me smile. My eternal gratitude and a boatload of virtual roses go to my frighteningly awesome beta quickreaver, who sees things that I miss, and is slowly but surely changing the way I look at arting. Thanks for your insight, bb!
Art this way . . .
"Hey, is this us?" Dean held the picture up for Sam to see, like Sam wouldn't know what it was.
"That was one sweet car," Dean agreed. He ran his hand over the Impala's hood, and for a minute Sam felt such hope that he was light-headed with it. "But I'm not sure it's worth fixing. I mean, what year is this thing, anyway?"
"She's a 1967," Charlie said reverently.
"Whoa, that's old. That's -" Dean broke off, frowning. "What year is it again, Sammy?"
Sam's throat had pretty much closed off at that point, and he just shook his head.
"Something you want to tell me, Sammy?" he said, and he sounded so much like his old self that Sam felt a leap of hope in his chest that maybe seeing all this crap somehow made him remember something.
Sam tilted his head at the knife. "Do you remember that?"
"No. Why would I remember something like this?" He stared at the knife as if it were the most horrific thing he'd ever seen.
And maybe it was.
"I'm not trying to win your love through dinner, asshole," Sam muttered as Dean pushed his chair back and got up from the table. "You can eat the damn pie."
. . . Dean's reconciliation with Baby.