The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
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Happy Birthday, embroiderama! This is for you. :)

Title: Until The Sun
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam, Dean (Gen, Drabbles, Drama)
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: Three Winchester vignettes from pre-series to Episode 5x05.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday to embroiderama! It was wonderful to meet you in person, and I hope this is to your liking.
Also for supernatural100, this is "Clouds."

x-x-x-x-x


I

Riding in the backseat with Sammy, Dean daydreams, talks or sleeps.

Sammy looks out the window instead—not actually out, but up.

"What're you doing?" Dean finally asks.

"Watching for clouds. Maybe Mom's there—why doesn't she come back?"

"She can't," Dean chokes out. "Not ever."

"Oh."

Sammy cuddles his blanket. "I miss her."

Furious tears sting Dean's eyes. Sammy didn't—he never

Dad keeps telling him Sammy doesn't understand, that he's only four.

"Me too," Dean says thickly, wishing he could remember her like he used to.

Through the glass, the clouds are as distant and unhelpful as ever.




II

"You're not going, and that's final!" Dad yells.

"It's paid for, and it's my decision," Sam snaps back, feet thudding across the house until the door slams shut behind him.

Dean listens in the kitchen, frozen in place. He doesn't want Sam leaving either, but that's in the future—all this anger is now. Dad and Sam fight over something nearly every day anymore.

Sam going to Stanford is the biggest reason yet. No matter what happens, no single answer will satisfy them all.

Come two months, someone's going to be heartbroken.

It might even be all three of them.



III

So it's the Apocalypse now, like things weren't shitty enough post-Hell and Sam hadn't almost become a demon.

It's their mess to clean up. They're responsible for starting it (and fuck the angels for making sure they did). With death and demons on the rise, the angels offer nothing but ultimatums. If there's a solution besides that vessel-of-Michael bullshit, Dean can't see it.

Things only grow darker when Sam falls apart, and Dean lets him go out of self-preservation.

Discovering he's wrong… it isn't hope, but it's something.

Being together again is the ray of light shining on the horizon.



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Tags: birthday, drabbles, my_fic, sn_gen, spn_pre_series, spn_s5_fic
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