Characters: Sam and Dean (Gen)
Summary: 3x100 “moving” drabbles, written for the supernatural100 challenge.
Going to Stanford had been harder than he’d thought. Leaving Dad and Dean behind—even though he’d had to—was disorienting after a lifetime of never being alone.
Living toe-to-toe with a stranger was even odder. The space that had always held Dean was suddenly occupied by a party-boy doofus who slept all day and never took his headphones off. Actually, some parts of it weren’t that different.
Getting an apartment with Jess— “That’s all you have? Really?”— was worth all of it. Sam moved toward something for once, a place that was his. Neither roaming nor running, just… staying.
Bodies in Motion (Today)
Ghosts, demons, maelstroms of evil— these had dominion over the heavy, physical world.
Flying chairs—murderous knives—could attack without warning on any job. It wore on a man, always watching out for non-living hazards while hunting the actual prey.
Dean was used to dodging, though he always hated the distraction.
Sam was every bit as practiced, though Dean wondered if it was only a matter of time. Sam could duck and catch and roll… but what if someday he stood his ground instead? In time—with luck or training— would Sam learn to still the chaos with his mind?
Where We Land (Tomorrow)
In the end, they were what was left.
Battle-scarred, talking without words, they knew the ins and outs of everything, including each other. When it was time, they knew that too.
They’d trained others for years, laying the groundwork toward a future where they would be too slow to carry a job out—too damaged to have a decent chance at winning.
A house on a hill with a clear view to all sides and enough land to grow their own food— that was their safe haven. It was both an idea and a destination… this finale of moving on.
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