The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
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Supernatural Gen Drabbles: Lines In The Sand

Title: Lines In The Sand
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam, Dean, John (Gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: 3x100 drabbles on “Anger” for supernatural100

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Dreaming Independence
“We just got here, Dean! How can we possibly be leaving already!”

“Dad’s got a lead on something major, but it’s five states from here. We have to get on it right away.”

“He can go by himself,” Sam says stubbornly. “There’s no reason to pick up and move every time he thinks this is it.”

“Who would take care of us if he did, Sammy? We’re a family.”

“You’re fifteen, you can take care of us.”

But Dad wouldn’t allow it. He doesn’t compromise.

“Better start packing.”

Sam folds his clothes angrily. Someday he’ll live the way he wants.



Lines In The Sand
It’s been a long time coming, this choice to strike out on his own.

Sam’s sick of transience, of danger. Of death. Sick of looking Evil in the face again and again.

He wants more from life— he wants a future that’s more than killing until the day you don’t get up.

He’s worked hard, made his plans in secret. The news of a scholarship to Stanford is an undreamed-of victory—he’s so elated he can barely hold it in.

But John’s not happy—he’s angry. He forbids it.

And Sam’s done caring about John’s opinion before the echo fades.



The Hollow Divide
He showed Dean everything—every heartbreak and uncertainty—and it didn’t matter. Dean watched him cry and let the moment pass—left him hanging there vulnerable and broken.

Losing Dean hurts almost as much as losing Dad. Because that’s what happened—Dean closed his heart off and disappeared inside himself.

Around the corner of the building, the sound of shattering glass stills the air. Crashing, slamming, metal-on-metal destruction, Sam hears everything Dean won’t tell him, hears anger exploding out of grief.

Does Dean hate him, is that why he’s so distant?

Sam’s alone with his sorrow. His Dean is gone.


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Tags: drabbles, mini_nanowrimo, sn_gen
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