Filled: Makes Me Feel Fine 1/3lies_unfurlAugust 31 2012, 04:49:21 UTC
Out of all the seasons, Dean likes summer the best. When it's summer, it's just him and Sam and Dad, and maybe Bobby or Caleb. He's around people that he knows, and who know him.
It's a lot better than during the school year.
He sits at the edge of the dock. His legs dangle out over the water, not quite long enough to let his feet graze across the mostly-placid surface. The late-afternoon sun has turned the water gold; it casts a haze through the humid air that illuminates tiny speckles of dust floating absolutely everywhere. Dragonflies flit by him. Sometimes they'll come to Dean and land on his finger if he sticks it out, their tiny feet tickling his skin.
Right now, though, Dean doesn't want the dragonflies to come to him. He just wants to sit here, alone and quiet, and look at the water.
Dad finally dropped it on them today; Dean knew that he'd be bringing it up soon, but that didn't make hearing it any easier. "Fall's coming, boys. We gotta get you signed up for school. We head out on Tuesday." Sammy had clapped his hands at that
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Re: Filled: Makes Me Feel Fine 2/3lies_unfurlAugust 31 2012, 04:53:08 UTC
He catches on the --ch, like he usually does, his lips gaping helplessly like one of the fish in the lake. He closes his mouth so hard that he can practically hear his teeth rattling, disgusted with himself.
Dad and Sam, they don't mind it if he doesn't talk too much. He always shows his respect, even when his clumsy tongue catches on the "Sirs." And that's what Dad is looking for, mostly. Dean doesn't kid himself by thinking that he's perfect in Dad's eyes; he knows that Dad would much rather have a son who could read a paragraph out loud without having to repeat a word two, three times before he can say it fully. But at the same time, Dad knows that it's either this or not talking at all - and Dean's been there, done that.
Sammy, Sammy probably thinks that it's normal. Dean thinks that it's a good thing that he can talk okay, that he hasn't tried to imitate his big brother's messed-up way of speaking. Soon enough, though, Sammy is going to learn the truth. He'll be in kindergarten and Dean will be in fourth grade. The kids in
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Re: Filled: Makes Me Feel Fine 3/3lies_unfurlAugust 31 2012, 04:53:50 UTC
There's a soft laugh from behind him, and he almost jumps a mile even as he recognizes his dad's voice. "I think we all know that out here, kiddo."
His father walks forward, his steps somehow silent even against the creaky old beams that extend out over the water. He crouches down next to Dean, and Dean turns his head away, embarrassed.
Dad doesn't look at him, though. Instead he looks out onto the water, like Dean was doing before. In a quiet voice he asks, "Not looking forward to school?"
Dean shakes his head, staring down at his knees. They're tanned from being out so much, scabbed because he's not very careful when he's chasing after his brother in a forest filled with roots and rocks. "You sh-should be with S-Sam."
"He's sleeping. You know how he gets in afternoons on days like this. Kid's dead to the world." Dean nods, and then he waits. He knows how deeply Sammy sleeps on days when the air itself seems to add an extra layer to your skin, and even a dip in the water doesn't make it better. But he also knows that Dad doesn't
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Re: Filled: Makes Me Feel Fine 3/3sailoreyes67August 31 2012, 13:08:47 UTC
♥ ♥ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥ ♥
Oh my GOD! This is beautiful and perfect!!! I love the way you described the lake throughout the story and I love John being all supportive and I love that Dean managed to say "Yes, sir" and I love this and I love you and AAAAHHHH thank you so much for filling this! ♥ This is everything I wanted and more! <333 This broke my heart and then mended it. *curls up with story* *pets story*
*is incoherent but hopefully I got my feelings across*
Re: Filled: Makes Me Feel Fine 3/3lies_unfurlAugust 31 2012, 17:47:31 UTC
:D You got your feelings across perfectly! Thank you so much for such a lovely review. I really enjoyed filling your prompt -- as soon as I read it I got the idea of Dean liking summer because he didn't have to deal with people making fun of him, and, well, the rest is history.
Fic-for-fic: The Fallsailoreyes67August 31 2012, 22:41:00 UTC
Dean kicks at the crumbly brown leaves under his feet and sighs as he walks towards Sam. Finally, end of the day. He'd normally feel happier about it, but he just wants to curl up and watch cartoons or something and there's so much homework and he doesn't understand any of it. At least Sammy seems to be doing okay. Thriving even. Dean's not sure if he's most relieved, proud, or jealous.
Oh, who is he kidding, he's most jealous.
"Dean!" Sammy notices him suddenly and comes galloping over. "Look at what I got!" He holds up a piece of bright yellow construction paper in the shape of a star. Dean's brother is turning into a regular little geek. Okay then.
He smiles, pats Sam on the back, and quirks his eyebrow in a way that means, So how was the first day at your third ever school?"It was good." Sammy says, bouncing on his toes. "I got a star and a new worksheet to do tonight!" he waves it happily, like it's a present. Dean rolls his eyes. It's matching shapes to their correspondents across the page. Sam will be through it in no time
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Re: Fic-for-fic: The Falllies_unfurlSeptember 1 2012, 01:07:45 UTC
:DDDDDDDDD This was wonderful! I loved how Sam was wise beyond his years, and how Dean was very clearly affected by it, as much as he didn't want to show it. This was so believable. When I post "Makes Me Feel Fine" to my journal, I'm definitely going to link to this <3
Re: Fic-for-fic: The Fallsparrow_latelySeptember 1 2012, 04:49:11 UTC
So I finish wibbling over the original just in time to wibble over this. It's always these little realistic, family-centric interludes that get me...Hooray for sweet Sam. :)
Um, and it's also summer?
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It's a lot better than during the school year.
He sits at the edge of the dock. His legs dangle out over the water, not quite long enough to let his feet graze across the mostly-placid surface. The late-afternoon sun has turned the water gold; it casts a haze through the humid air that illuminates tiny speckles of dust floating absolutely everywhere. Dragonflies flit by him. Sometimes they'll come to Dean and land on his finger if he sticks it out, their tiny feet tickling his skin.
Right now, though, Dean doesn't want the dragonflies to come to him. He just wants to sit here, alone and quiet, and look at the water.
Dad finally dropped it on them today; Dean knew that he'd be bringing it up soon, but that didn't make hearing it any easier. "Fall's coming, boys. We gotta get you signed up for school. We head out on Tuesday."
Sammy had clapped his hands at that ( ... )
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Dad and Sam, they don't mind it if he doesn't talk too much. He always shows his respect, even when his clumsy tongue catches on the "Sirs." And that's what Dad is looking for, mostly. Dean doesn't kid himself by thinking that he's perfect in Dad's eyes; he knows that Dad would much rather have a son who could read a paragraph out loud without having to repeat a word two, three times before he can say it fully. But at the same time, Dad knows that it's either this or not talking at all - and Dean's been there, done that.
Sammy, Sammy probably thinks that it's normal. Dean thinks that it's a good thing that he can talk okay, that he hasn't tried to imitate his big brother's messed-up way of speaking.
Soon enough, though, Sammy is going to learn the truth. He'll be in kindergarten and Dean will be in fourth grade. The kids in ( ... )
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His father walks forward, his steps somehow silent even against the creaky old beams that extend out over the water. He crouches down next to Dean, and Dean turns his head away, embarrassed.
Dad doesn't look at him, though. Instead he looks out onto the water, like Dean was doing before. In a quiet voice he asks, "Not looking forward to school?"
Dean shakes his head, staring down at his knees. They're tanned from being out so much, scabbed because he's not very careful when he's chasing after his brother in a forest filled with roots and rocks. "You sh-should be with S-Sam."
"He's sleeping. You know how he gets in afternoons on days like this. Kid's dead to the world."
Dean nods, and then he waits. He knows how deeply Sammy sleeps on days when the air itself seems to add an extra layer to your skin, and even a dip in the water doesn't make it better. But he also knows that Dad doesn't ( ... )
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Oh my GOD! This is beautiful and perfect!!! I love the way you described the lake throughout the story and I love John being all supportive and I love that Dean managed to say "Yes, sir" and I love this and I love you and AAAAHHHH thank you so much for filling this! ♥ This is everything I wanted and more! <333 This broke my heart and then mended it. *curls up with story* *pets story*
*is incoherent but hopefully I got my feelings across*
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Honestly, I couldn't have imagined a better fill. *cuddles fic*
ETA: IS IT OKAY IF I WRITE IN THIS VERSE SOMETIME? PRETTY PLEASE?
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Oh, who is he kidding, he's most jealous.
"Dean!" Sammy notices him suddenly and comes galloping over. "Look at what I got!" He holds up a piece of bright yellow construction paper in the shape of a star. Dean's brother is turning into a regular little geek. Okay then.
He smiles, pats Sam on the back, and quirks his eyebrow in a way that means, So how was the first day at your third ever school?"It was good." Sammy says, bouncing on his toes. "I got a star and a new worksheet to do tonight!" he waves it happily, like it's a present. Dean rolls his eyes. It's matching shapes to their correspondents across the page. Sam will be through it in no time ( ... )
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I'm so glad you like it! And EEEEEEEE!!! What an honor! :D Thank you!
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I'm so glad you liked this! :D
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