Movies
Title: Movies
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 791
Warnings: Starts with quotes from episode 4.04, and spoilers for the latest Indiana Jones movie. :P
Disclaimer: Yeah, they're already fictional characters, so I don't think I need one of these.
Synopsis: Sam goes to the movies.
Notes: I got this idea way long ago, when I saw episode 4.04. And I'm just writing and posting it now. Go me!
“We still have to see the new Raiders movie.”
“Saw it,” Sam says, the words leaving his mouth before he can even really think about them. Dean immediately looks affronted.
“Without me??” Sam shrugs, trying to play it off.
“You were in Hell,” he says, as if it actually rolls off his tongue that easily. As if the thought of Dean in Hell doesn’t still break his heart and twist his insides.
“That’s no excuse,” Dean jokes, and Sam wonders what excuses he can come up with for the other things he did while Dean was in Hell. When…or if…Dean finds out about those, going to the movies will be lowest on the list of his crimes against his brother’s memory.
****
He didn’t even know why he was doing it. It just seemed…right, somehow, as stupid as it was. The situation seemed so hopeless. He’d buried his brother’s shredded body, thinking that he’d have a way of bringing him back by now. But nothing had worked. Even with Ruby constantly on his case about his powers, he hadn’t found one thing he could do to bring Dean back.
He’d already been to the gravesite, standing over it, searching for something, anything, inside of him that he could use. Praying for some strange force to suddenly well up inside of him and help him bring his brother back from the dead. He’d felt nothing.
So, here he was, pushing the world away again. Not the same way he had before Ruby had showed up again and saved his life. He kept a safe distance from booze of any kind, though he had to admit, every bottle he saw was tempting. No, this time he was retreating to something much more childish and simple. Not that Ruby couldn’t find him here, because she probably could.
He wasn’t sure why he even did it, buying the largest bag of popcorn and the largest soda the place had to offer. It wasn’t like he was going to inhale the stuff.
He wasn’t sure why he even did it, moving to the back of the crowded theater and seeking out a spot with two empty seats, placing the popcorn and the soda on the seat next to him.
He wasn’t sure why he was even there. He’d never even liked these movies. He’d only gone to see them when he was dragged unwillingly into the theater.
But he paid attention. He watched, took it all in, just incase. Just incase all hope wasn’t gone, and he’d have the chance to tell Dean all about it…
****
“So, what else did you do without me?” Dean says, playfully jabbing at Sam while he drives. “You gonna spoil all my fun for me? Tell me you’re already caught up on everything I need catching up on?”
“No,” Sam says, laughing. “I just went to the movies, dude. One time.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dean says, looking over at him and raising his eyebrows suggestively. “With who?” Sam rolls his eyes and turns away. “Come on, Sam! You barely got any when I was around. Don’t tell me you became a freakin’ monk while I was gone.”
“Dude, it’s not like that,” Sam replies testily, fidgeting in his seat. He doesn’t want Dean to know. He doesn’t want Dean to know how pathetic he was, sitting alone in a movie theater with a seatful of untouched snacks next to him. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He hears Dean clear his throat. Dean knows. Dean always knows.
“So how was it?” Dean asks.
Sam looks over at his brother, still can’t believe he’s even there, and takes a couple of minutes to think back about that night at the movies. The truth is, he thought it was lame. He thinks Dean would probably find it lame, too. But he doesn’t have the heart to tell Dean that. Instead, he tells the version of the movie he knows Dean would love, leaving out the cheesy bits and the less thought-out plot points, and focusing on the fights and the special effects. He tells Dean about the alien, the rocket sled, the nuclear blast, the chases, the sword fight, the burned and disintegrated body, the flying saucer.
He watches as Dean grips the wheel a little harder, eyes growing wider with each detail, pedal pressed a little lower to the floor. They’re speeding like mad, but Sam doesn’t care, knows Dean has more control over his car than most people would think humanly possible. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. All that matters is the sound of the wind whipping past the windows, the feel of the leather seat beneath him, and the look on Dean’s face while he drives.
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 791
Warnings: Starts with quotes from episode 4.04, and spoilers for the latest Indiana Jones movie. :P
Disclaimer: Yeah, they're already fictional characters, so I don't think I need one of these.
Synopsis: Sam goes to the movies.
Notes: I got this idea way long ago, when I saw episode 4.04. And I'm just writing and posting it now. Go me!
“We still have to see the new Raiders movie.”
“Saw it,” Sam says, the words leaving his mouth before he can even really think about them. Dean immediately looks affronted.
“Without me??” Sam shrugs, trying to play it off.
“You were in Hell,” he says, as if it actually rolls off his tongue that easily. As if the thought of Dean in Hell doesn’t still break his heart and twist his insides.
“That’s no excuse,” Dean jokes, and Sam wonders what excuses he can come up with for the other things he did while Dean was in Hell. When…or if…Dean finds out about those, going to the movies will be lowest on the list of his crimes against his brother’s memory.
****
He didn’t even know why he was doing it. It just seemed…right, somehow, as stupid as it was. The situation seemed so hopeless. He’d buried his brother’s shredded body, thinking that he’d have a way of bringing him back by now. But nothing had worked. Even with Ruby constantly on his case about his powers, he hadn’t found one thing he could do to bring Dean back.
He’d already been to the gravesite, standing over it, searching for something, anything, inside of him that he could use. Praying for some strange force to suddenly well up inside of him and help him bring his brother back from the dead. He’d felt nothing.
So, here he was, pushing the world away again. Not the same way he had before Ruby had showed up again and saved his life. He kept a safe distance from booze of any kind, though he had to admit, every bottle he saw was tempting. No, this time he was retreating to something much more childish and simple. Not that Ruby couldn’t find him here, because she probably could.
He wasn’t sure why he even did it, buying the largest bag of popcorn and the largest soda the place had to offer. It wasn’t like he was going to inhale the stuff.
He wasn’t sure why he even did it, moving to the back of the crowded theater and seeking out a spot with two empty seats, placing the popcorn and the soda on the seat next to him.
He wasn’t sure why he was even there. He’d never even liked these movies. He’d only gone to see them when he was dragged unwillingly into the theater.
But he paid attention. He watched, took it all in, just incase. Just incase all hope wasn’t gone, and he’d have the chance to tell Dean all about it…
****
“So, what else did you do without me?” Dean says, playfully jabbing at Sam while he drives. “You gonna spoil all my fun for me? Tell me you’re already caught up on everything I need catching up on?”
“No,” Sam says, laughing. “I just went to the movies, dude. One time.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dean says, looking over at him and raising his eyebrows suggestively. “With who?” Sam rolls his eyes and turns away. “Come on, Sam! You barely got any when I was around. Don’t tell me you became a freakin’ monk while I was gone.”
“Dude, it’s not like that,” Sam replies testily, fidgeting in his seat. He doesn’t want Dean to know. He doesn’t want Dean to know how pathetic he was, sitting alone in a movie theater with a seatful of untouched snacks next to him. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He hears Dean clear his throat. Dean knows. Dean always knows.
“So how was it?” Dean asks.
Sam looks over at his brother, still can’t believe he’s even there, and takes a couple of minutes to think back about that night at the movies. The truth is, he thought it was lame. He thinks Dean would probably find it lame, too. But he doesn’t have the heart to tell Dean that. Instead, he tells the version of the movie he knows Dean would love, leaving out the cheesy bits and the less thought-out plot points, and focusing on the fights and the special effects. He tells Dean about the alien, the rocket sled, the nuclear blast, the chases, the sword fight, the burned and disintegrated body, the flying saucer.
He watches as Dean grips the wheel a little harder, eyes growing wider with each detail, pedal pressed a little lower to the floor. They’re speeding like mad, but Sam doesn’t care, knows Dean has more control over his car than most people would think humanly possible. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. All that matters is the sound of the wind whipping past the windows, the feel of the leather seat beneath him, and the look on Dean’s face while he drives.