fic: All Your Dreams (sam and dean, theme: 01 - elemental)
SPOILER ALERT FOR EPISODE 2.20 'WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE'
Title: All Your Dreams
Author: thatauthor_chic
Claim: Sam and Dean
Theme: 01 - Elemental
Prompt: 13 - Dream
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own the car, the boys or anything to do with the Supernatural show. Just taking them for a joyride through my imagination.
Warnings: As stated above I've gone running around Kripke's sandbox for episode 2.20 for this one so if you haven't seen WIAWSNB and don't want spoilers, don't read this.
All Your Dreams
It’s disturbing just how easily Dean slips into the normalcy. He can’t put into words how it feels to be able to pick up the phone and hear his mother’s voice, soft and calm in his ear. Comforting in a way he hadn’t known in what felt like forever. It’s pretty fantastic, too, knowing that Sam has had all the trimmings of an apple pie life and all those little things he’d never been able to provide.
At first it was a head trip; sitting up disoriented next to some strange woman in an apartment that was at once familiar and foreign. Maybe it was waking up on his mother’s couch to the smell of bacon and eggs that had sold him on the idea that maybe it was okay for this to be real. Maybe the other life where he hunted evil things was just some horrible recurring nightmare. Carmen was pretty convincing when she explained that he’d been having the dreams for a while. Seemed a whole lot easier to live with, all in all, and why shouldn’t he want the happy ending anyway?
Carmen… what on earth had he done with his life to deserve a shot with Carmen? A lucky bastard was what he was to have reeled in a pretty nurse who loved to just crash on the couch with him; happiest with a brew and a cheesy horror flick than some fancy wine and dine night out. She didn’t laugh at him or gossip with her friends about how Dean liked to watch Dr. Sexy M.D. She thought it was adorable that he liked to sneak episodes of Dr Phil when he thought she was asleep. Carmen, the girl who didn’t mind Dean’s moods or his preference of blue jeans and plaid over those uncomfortable suits Sam was always trying to get him to wear. She was down to earth without quite being a tomboy and the body of a model to boot.
He feels a chill that runs bone deep even with the warmth of the sun on his back as he stands in the empty cemetery, fighting with his own conscience. “Why? Why is it my job to save these people?” Nameless, faceless people somewhere next to him in some abandoned warehouse out there in that other place. “Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us? Mom's not supposed to live? Sammy's not supposed to get married?” Slipping a hand in to touch the tiny box he’d found in his shirt pocket before heading out to the car earlier; the one that held the delicate silver band with the shiny black catseye stone. Sam wasn’t the only one who had some serious commitments in mind. “Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?” But he knew. He knew exactly why they had to be the ones to make the sacrifice. If not for them then who? Dean couldn’t live with that any more than his father could.
Later, after having killed the Djinn, Dean sits eerily still at the table by the motel room window as Sam tries to convince him that it’s all worth it. The people whose lives they save make it worthwhile. He wants to hear his brother but Dean is miles away, one hand on their father’s headstone next to the little box filled with impossible dreams that he’d left behind.
Title: All Your Dreams
Author: thatauthor_chic
Claim: Sam and Dean
Theme: 01 - Elemental
Prompt: 13 - Dream
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own the car, the boys or anything to do with the Supernatural show. Just taking them for a joyride through my imagination.
Warnings: As stated above I've gone running around Kripke's sandbox for episode 2.20 for this one so if you haven't seen WIAWSNB and don't want spoilers, don't read this.
All Your Dreams
It’s disturbing just how easily Dean slips into the normalcy. He can’t put into words how it feels to be able to pick up the phone and hear his mother’s voice, soft and calm in his ear. Comforting in a way he hadn’t known in what felt like forever. It’s pretty fantastic, too, knowing that Sam has had all the trimmings of an apple pie life and all those little things he’d never been able to provide.
At first it was a head trip; sitting up disoriented next to some strange woman in an apartment that was at once familiar and foreign. Maybe it was waking up on his mother’s couch to the smell of bacon and eggs that had sold him on the idea that maybe it was okay for this to be real. Maybe the other life where he hunted evil things was just some horrible recurring nightmare. Carmen was pretty convincing when she explained that he’d been having the dreams for a while. Seemed a whole lot easier to live with, all in all, and why shouldn’t he want the happy ending anyway?
Carmen… what on earth had he done with his life to deserve a shot with Carmen? A lucky bastard was what he was to have reeled in a pretty nurse who loved to just crash on the couch with him; happiest with a brew and a cheesy horror flick than some fancy wine and dine night out. She didn’t laugh at him or gossip with her friends about how Dean liked to watch Dr. Sexy M.D. She thought it was adorable that he liked to sneak episodes of Dr Phil when he thought she was asleep. Carmen, the girl who didn’t mind Dean’s moods or his preference of blue jeans and plaid over those uncomfortable suits Sam was always trying to get him to wear. She was down to earth without quite being a tomboy and the body of a model to boot.
He feels a chill that runs bone deep even with the warmth of the sun on his back as he stands in the empty cemetery, fighting with his own conscience. “Why? Why is it my job to save these people?” Nameless, faceless people somewhere next to him in some abandoned warehouse out there in that other place. “Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us? Mom's not supposed to live? Sammy's not supposed to get married?” Slipping a hand in to touch the tiny box he’d found in his shirt pocket before heading out to the car earlier; the one that held the delicate silver band with the shiny black catseye stone. Sam wasn’t the only one who had some serious commitments in mind. “Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?” But he knew. He knew exactly why they had to be the ones to make the sacrifice. If not for them then who? Dean couldn’t live with that any more than his father could.
Later, after having killed the Djinn, Dean sits eerily still at the table by the motel room window as Sam tries to convince him that it’s all worth it. The people whose lives they save make it worthwhile. He wants to hear his brother but Dean is miles away, one hand on their father’s headstone next to the little box filled with impossible dreams that he’d left behind.