SPN Drabbles - Seeing Red - PG13
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Also, I wrote three interconnected drabbles. For the prompt red over at 100_ghosts. And of course that challenge has now expired. *sigh*.
TITLE: Seeing Red
RATING: PG13 (gen)
CHARACTERS: Sam, John and Dean
DISCLAIMER: Not my boys
NOTES: 3 x 100 words. Set pre-series. Three interconnected drabbles. Three POVs. Moving backwards in time. Angst ahoy.
1. Sam
Sam’s standing at the mirror when Dean comes in, sits on the bed behind him.
Not like he expected it to be Dad, but just once, he wouldn’t mind being proved wrong. But he’d heard the heavy thunk of the car door, the sudden snarl of the engine gauging the ferocity of Dad’s temper.
‘Don’t,” Sam says, before Dean can speak. He can’t bear to hear Dean defend him, not tonight, not after what happened.
In the mirror, Sam sees faint mottling around his swollen lip, a trickle of red welling from a cut the size of Dad’s wedding ring.
2. John
The bedroom door slams, sending tremors through every wall in the apartment, reverberating in John’s chest like an extra heartbeat.
Then it’s quiet, and that’s almost worse.
Dean stands up, moving slowly, carefully. John recognizes his son’s version of risk assessment.
“Dad, it’s okay.” There’s a soft plea in Dean’s tone. “I know you didn’t-”
“Don’t.” John cuts him off before Dean can continue. He can’t bear to hear Dean defend him, not tonight, not after what he just did.
He looks down, then, at the slash of red painted over his knuckles, his son’s blood on his hands.
3. Dean
Dean hears them yelling before he opens the door.
It’s been building for a while; Sam wanting to study when Dad wants him out training, Sam wanting to stay home when they need him as back-up.
Dean’s done his best, coaxing Sam into training after homework, running interference when Sam refuses. Picking up the slack when it’s just him and Dad on a hunt.
Sammy is yelling in Dad’s face and Dean sees the red mist in Dad’s eyes, sees his fingers curl.
Dean gets between them just in time for Dad’s fist to smack his mouth, instead of Sammy’s.
Also, I wrote three interconnected drabbles. For the prompt red over at 100_ghosts. And of course that challenge has now expired. *sigh*.
TITLE: Seeing Red
RATING: PG13 (gen)
CHARACTERS: Sam, John and Dean
DISCLAIMER: Not my boys
NOTES: 3 x 100 words. Set pre-series. Three interconnected drabbles. Three POVs. Moving backwards in time. Angst ahoy.
1. Sam
Sam’s standing at the mirror when Dean comes in, sits on the bed behind him.
Not like he expected it to be Dad, but just once, he wouldn’t mind being proved wrong. But he’d heard the heavy thunk of the car door, the sudden snarl of the engine gauging the ferocity of Dad’s temper.
‘Don’t,” Sam says, before Dean can speak. He can’t bear to hear Dean defend him, not tonight, not after what happened.
In the mirror, Sam sees faint mottling around his swollen lip, a trickle of red welling from a cut the size of Dad’s wedding ring.
2. John
The bedroom door slams, sending tremors through every wall in the apartment, reverberating in John’s chest like an extra heartbeat.
Then it’s quiet, and that’s almost worse.
Dean stands up, moving slowly, carefully. John recognizes his son’s version of risk assessment.
“Dad, it’s okay.” There’s a soft plea in Dean’s tone. “I know you didn’t-”
“Don’t.” John cuts him off before Dean can continue. He can’t bear to hear Dean defend him, not tonight, not after what he just did.
He looks down, then, at the slash of red painted over his knuckles, his son’s blood on his hands.
3. Dean
Dean hears them yelling before he opens the door.
It’s been building for a while; Sam wanting to study when Dad wants him out training, Sam wanting to stay home when they need him as back-up.
Dean’s done his best, coaxing Sam into training after homework, running interference when Sam refuses. Picking up the slack when it’s just him and Dad on a hunt.
Sammy is yelling in Dad’s face and Dean sees the red mist in Dad’s eyes, sees his fingers curl.
Dean gets between them just in time for Dad’s fist to smack his mouth, instead of Sammy’s.