[Slash] This Day of the Year - And So It Is - 05
Title: This Day of the Year
Author anyothergirl415
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam and Dean
Theme: Theme 06 - 365. And So It Is
Prompt(s): 05 - solstice
Words: ~580
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I wish I controlled what happened but well, let’s be honest, who could really top Kripke?
Summary: The longest and shortest day of the year.
Warnings/Author Notes: The stories are all linked together in the same verse, I would recommend reading from the first prompt chronologically.
Sam dreamed.
Miles of roads and distant vague shapes he couldn’t place. Probably never would. Wouldn’t ever be able to even if his mind wasn’t spinning and twisting and collapsing in on itself.
It was summer time, the longest day of the year, summer solstice. Sam ran around the sprinklers and Dean chased him. A brilliant sort of freedom that could only come to children. Rainbow drops of sunshine splattered along their skin and Sam dropped into a crotch, tucking his head between his knees before Dean tumbled over his back.
Laughter and cheers, the echo of each other’s names, a tumble along water slicked grass. Sam’s hand was tiny in Dean’s and they gazed up at shape forming clouds. Dean saw a shot gun, a twenty two, bullet casings. Sam saw a unicorn, a puppy dog, cotton candy fluffs.
It wasn’t that place in the next moment. Somewhere else, a distant house, snow covered ground.
The shortest day of the year, freezing cold, winter solstice. Christmas and Sam couldn’t wait. But it was different this year because it was always different, they were always somewhere else. Sad. Sad.
Dean burned the heads off little army men, melting a big puddle of wax into a bowl. Sam watched a Charlie Brown Christmas on the black and white TV that occasionally cut to static and showed intermittent infomercials.
That night Sam cried himself to sleep or would have if his bed hadn’t shifted and dipped and warm arms too skinny curled around him, holding him close. There was Dean because there always was. Dean dreamed of sky diving, cliff jumping, cloud surfing. Sam dreamed of demons, ghosts, monsters in the closet.
Then it was somewhere else, the longest day of the year, summer solstice. Dean was kissing Missy Kerr on the bleachers and Sam was watching because he’d been forced to go along. He had no choice in the matter. Dean was an ass and his best friend and the only person who would ever matter.
It was stifling hot, sweat gluing his shirt to the back of his neck and his heart hurt. Stupid. Stupid. Heroic big brother crush on a wanna be James Dean who wasn’t nearly as tough shit as he thought he was. Dean thought of boobs, thin hips, soft lips. Sam thought of curved muscles, hard lines, spiky hair.
Another flash, another place, liquid ice, winter solstice. Sam was struggling to find purchase on the upturn of this thought and that. Colors and shapes, motel after motel, a slam into his unconsciousness that made his stomach churn.
Everything equalized in a surprising clarity and Sam found himself suddenly staring at a woman who he registered as vaguely familiar.
“I know you,” he whispered, stepped forward but stopped as blackness seeped in around him. They were nowhere, a place between space and emptiness.
“Your time has come Sam Winchester.” Her voice echoed around the blackness and Sam couldn’t resist looking around to try and pinpoint its direct point of origin.
“My time?” He whispered and something cold pressed against his body.
“Your time,” she repeated, flickered, disappeared.
Sam woke in the front seat of the Impala, sitting up straight, hands slamming down onto the dash.
“Sam?” Dean sounded clearly shocked and the car slowed slightly.
“I think… I’m going to die,” Sam whispered, turned to Dean with wide eyes before slumping back against the seat and humming the theme song to Gilligan’s Island.
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