Promises to Keep (Rating: PG-13, Dean)
I'm posting this early today because I'm afraid I'll run out of time later. Here's today's offering, not light like yesterday but it's where the story took me. Today's word was 'promise'. Hope you like it.
Title: Promises to Keep
Author: Digitalwave
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Dean
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 200 words
Spoilers: Gen series spoilers for all aired episodes, esp 5.22
Summary: And miles to go before I sleep...
Dean glared at the bottom of the bottle in his hand. Damned thing was full just a second ago. Some fucker must of snuck in and drunk it all when he wasn’t looking. Yeah, that’s his story and he’s sticking to it.
Pushing himself up out of the chair was fun and, woah! Who the hell told the room it could swim around like that? Dean slammed the empty bottle against the wall, blinking blearily at the noise.
“Fuck promises! And fuck damned, conniving little brothers that make you keep them.”
Dean laughed bitterly at his own choice of words. Yeah, damned worked pretty frigging well for both of them, didn’t it?
Hand against the wall to keep from falling, he took the few stumbling steps to bring him over to the bed, crashing face first into its dubious embrace. Sleep, he’d just close his eyes for a minute or two and then he’d go. Cicero was still hours away and putting it off wasn’t helping.
Closing his burning eyes he surrendered to the darkness. He’d made a promise to Sam. Though it took everything in him just to fucking breathe right now, he damn well meant to keep it.
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Title: Promises to Keep
Author: Digitalwave
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Dean
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 200 words
Spoilers: Gen series spoilers for all aired episodes, esp 5.22
Summary: And miles to go before I sleep...
Dean glared at the bottom of the bottle in his hand. Damned thing was full just a second ago. Some fucker must of snuck in and drunk it all when he wasn’t looking. Yeah, that’s his story and he’s sticking to it.
Pushing himself up out of the chair was fun and, woah! Who the hell told the room it could swim around like that? Dean slammed the empty bottle against the wall, blinking blearily at the noise.
“Fuck promises! And fuck damned, conniving little brothers that make you keep them.”
Dean laughed bitterly at his own choice of words. Yeah, damned worked pretty frigging well for both of them, didn’t it?
Hand against the wall to keep from falling, he took the few stumbling steps to bring him over to the bed, crashing face first into its dubious embrace. Sleep, he’d just close his eyes for a minute or two and then he’d go. Cicero was still hours away and putting it off wasn’t helping.
Closing his burning eyes he surrendered to the darkness. He’d made a promise to Sam. Though it took everything in him just to fucking breathe right now, he damn well meant to keep it.
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