Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: Supernatural Drabbles-- Genfic
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were.
Archive: Ask first
Author’s Note: I suggested two of these topics to WitchOfTheDogs, which inspired me to write them instead.
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Windows
The Impala is their protected space, roaring across the country to another adventure. The real world flies by the windows, from the safety of the car. Danger cannot touch them so long as they are moving.
Through windows, Sam has seen glimpses of other lives. Families. Fireplaces. Dinners around the kitchen table. Outside looking in, more than glass separates him from the normal life he craves.
He wants to get out, take part in the innocence and joy that ignorance brings.
But they are always moving too quickly.
When he gets finally the chance… he knows that he will run.
~*~*~
Time
Sam’s boyhood seems like yesterday. Dean remembers tugging hands, a laugh like sunshine, eyes that warmed him when they smiled. Sam’s universe was Dean, their father’s mission a distraction.
The car was home when houses faded. A stuffed bunny in the back seat sat through training, trips and hunting. Each day Sam claimed it gladly, holding childhood like The Grail.
Biking, teasing, running, laughing—these returned each time they settled. Sam would seek them out like Truth. Dean’s heart would lift again.
Now it’s over, dead and distant. Sam is grown and unforgiving.
Four years is forever… but Dean waits.
~*~*~
Shadows
Danger rarely walks in sunlight. It comes from darkness, death, and stillness. In the shadows, danger hides.
Watching shadows, Sam is wary. He stands apart and waits.
Dean strides forward, seeks to conquer. Into darkness Sam must follow. Fear for Dean outweighs his caution-- he must guard him at all costs.
After Jess, the shadows own him. His heart is leaden, dreams are nightmares. He forgets the lure of sunlight, feels his future slip away.
Dean sees sadness in Sam’s shoulders, in his face, in every sigh.
Sam sees darkness in Dean’s eyes, and knows he placed it there himself.
Category: Supernatural Drabbles-- Genfic
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were.
Archive: Ask first
Author’s Note: I suggested two of these topics to WitchOfTheDogs, which inspired me to write them instead.
x-x-x-x-x
Windows
The Impala is their protected space, roaring across the country to another adventure. The real world flies by the windows, from the safety of the car. Danger cannot touch them so long as they are moving.
Through windows, Sam has seen glimpses of other lives. Families. Fireplaces. Dinners around the kitchen table. Outside looking in, more than glass separates him from the normal life he craves.
He wants to get out, take part in the innocence and joy that ignorance brings.
But they are always moving too quickly.
When he gets finally the chance… he knows that he will run.
~*~*~
Time
Sam’s boyhood seems like yesterday. Dean remembers tugging hands, a laugh like sunshine, eyes that warmed him when they smiled. Sam’s universe was Dean, their father’s mission a distraction.
The car was home when houses faded. A stuffed bunny in the back seat sat through training, trips and hunting. Each day Sam claimed it gladly, holding childhood like The Grail.
Biking, teasing, running, laughing—these returned each time they settled. Sam would seek them out like Truth. Dean’s heart would lift again.
Now it’s over, dead and distant. Sam is grown and unforgiving.
Four years is forever… but Dean waits.
~*~*~
Shadows
Danger rarely walks in sunlight. It comes from darkness, death, and stillness. In the shadows, danger hides.
Watching shadows, Sam is wary. He stands apart and waits.
Dean strides forward, seeks to conquer. Into darkness Sam must follow. Fear for Dean outweighs his caution-- he must guard him at all costs.
After Jess, the shadows own him. His heart is leaden, dreams are nightmares. He forgets the lure of sunlight, feels his future slip away.
Dean sees sadness in Sam’s shoulders, in his face, in every sigh.
Sam sees darkness in Dean’s eyes, and knows he placed it there himself.
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