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Just finished the season one finale of Supernatural and gah! *uncontrollable flailing* I need to watch season two!!!
But first, I'm gonna post some drabble-ish things based off of individual episodes that I wrote as I watched this season.
Title: Sin
Rating: PG
Episode: Nightmare
Sam knew they had gotten all the information they could out of Max when he started shifting restlessly in his seat, hands flexing and releasing on the fabric of his jeans, eyes flickering past them to the door leading to the hallway. So he thanked him and stood up and as he assured Max that they could show themselves out he didn’t miss the relief that flashed across the kid’s face before he darted into the hall and up the stairs.
He was five steps toward the front door when he realized Dean wasn’t behind him.
He turned around just in time to see his brother lifting one of the tin foil covered trays from the dining table. “Dean, no,” he hissed, swiftly crossing the room and taking the tray from his brother’s hands.
“What? Have you seen all the food they’ve got?” He gestured to the other six or seven trays on the table. “There is no way two people are gonna eat all this.”
“We are not stealing food from a mourning family,” Sam snapped, astounded that he was even having this conversation with his brother.
Dean scoffed. “Oh, come on! It’s not that big a deal. And you heard the kid yourself, they don’t want any of it. I, however, happen to love tuna casserole.”
“Dean,” Sam placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder and leaned in, giving him his most serious look. “Gluttony’s a sin,” he told him, eyes flickering to the white priest’s collar Dean still wore around his neck. He stared his brother down a minute before clapping him once on the shoulder and turning around, heading back to the door.
He heard Dean sigh behind him. “Not like I haven’t sinned before,” he grumbled, but followed Sam out anyway.
Title: Worry
Rating: R, for language
Episode: The Benders
The next time you get yourself kidnapped, I’m not coming after your ass, his brother had said when they finally made it back to the Impala, exhausted and sore from hours of walking. Sam had just snorted and muttered a tired I’ll keep that in mind. Then he offered to drive because even though he was tired, Dean was worse off, dried blood on his face and hand still cradling his left arm, reminding Sam what his brother had gone through to get him back.
Dean grumbled and bitched some more before he finally fell asleep in the passenger seat as they rode out of town, but he jerked awake when Sam pulled into the parking lot of a run down motel and insisted on coming with Sam to the office. He didn’t say why, but his eyes scanned the dark parking lot as he got out of the car, jaw tense, as if he expected to see another rickety old car filled with twisted fucks who wanted snatch Sam away again. And Sam remembered the look of relief on his brother’s face as he collapsed against the outside of the cage, hand slapping hard against the metal as the words Damn, it’s good to see you tumbled out of his brother’s mouth, and knew, despite all Dean’s bitching and moaning that he wouldn’t hesitate to do it all again.
And he also knew, without a doubt, that he would do the same.
Title: Space
Rating: PG
Episode: Shadows
Most of the time, the Impala seemed very small. When they were hurt and aching and there was no room to stretch out in the bucket seats in the front, or after eight hours on the road and they were both tired and irritated and sick of the sight of each other, the space between them seemed tiny, the air in the car thick and stuffy and hard to breathe.
But not now.
Dean remembered a time when there was three people in the car, when he and Sam would fight over who got to sleep stretched out in the back seat and he would secretly let Sam win because really, he liked the front. Liked the feeling of being the oldest, the adult, the almost-equal, liked the proud smile Dad would shoot him over his shoulder as he was driving.
Now, as Dean watched their father’s truck pull away and reluctantly backed the car in the opposite direction the air in the Impala was thick with the smell of sweat and blood and it was hard to breathe, but somehow, the space inside had never seemed so big.
Title: Prank
Rating: PG
Episode: Hell House
Dean would like to say that he planned it this way. That the whole prank war was an elaborate plan to cheer Sam up, that because Sam had been even more quiet and withdrawn than usual since they separated from Dad that he thought it was a good idea to lighten things up a bit.
He would like that to be true. But it wasn’t.
In reality, Sam was asleep and Dean thought it would be funny to stick a spoon in his mouth and take a picture.
Yeah, Dean was a pretty simple guy.
But still, he thought as Sam sat laughing in the seat across from him--an honest, care free and almost annoyingly high laugh that Dean hadn’t heard in a long time--it worked out pretty well. And it was even worth the layer of skin he had to part with to get the beer bottle off his hand.
Still didn’t mean he wasn’t going to get him back, though.
Title: Selfish
Rating: PG13
Episode: Devil's Trap
For you and Dad, the things I’m willing to do or kill…it scares me sometimes.
Dean hadn’t looked at him. He’d just stared straight ahead, fingers clenched around the towel in his hands, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he convulsively swallowed, and Sam understood.
It scared him too.
He still got sick whenever he thought back to the time Dean was in the hospital, when he remembered the slow, careful movements of his brother, the grimace on Dean's face when Sam opened the hotel door to find him on the other side, out of breath and using the wall to support him. When he thought of the words that came out of his brother’s mouth.
Looks like you’re going to have to leave without me.
He would have done anything to save him, and even after he found out that saving Dean’s life had cost another man his, he couldn’t say he regretted it, couldn’t say he wouldn’t have done it anyway.
And that scared him.
But tonight it was different. Tonight wasn’t about what he would do to save his family.
“I thought we saw eye to eye on this, Sammy,” his dad was saying. “Killing this demon comes first. Before me, before everything.”
Sam caught Dean’s eyes in the rearview mirror, and his hands clenched on the steering wheel.
You and Dad are more alike than I thought. You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you.
“No sir,” he interrupted his dad. “Not everything.”
Tonight was about what he wouldn’t do.
And that scared him too.
But first, I'm gonna post some drabble-ish things based off of individual episodes that I wrote as I watched this season.
Title: Sin
Rating: PG
Episode: Nightmare
Sam knew they had gotten all the information they could out of Max when he started shifting restlessly in his seat, hands flexing and releasing on the fabric of his jeans, eyes flickering past them to the door leading to the hallway. So he thanked him and stood up and as he assured Max that they could show themselves out he didn’t miss the relief that flashed across the kid’s face before he darted into the hall and up the stairs.
He was five steps toward the front door when he realized Dean wasn’t behind him.
He turned around just in time to see his brother lifting one of the tin foil covered trays from the dining table. “Dean, no,” he hissed, swiftly crossing the room and taking the tray from his brother’s hands.
“What? Have you seen all the food they’ve got?” He gestured to the other six or seven trays on the table. “There is no way two people are gonna eat all this.”
“We are not stealing food from a mourning family,” Sam snapped, astounded that he was even having this conversation with his brother.
Dean scoffed. “Oh, come on! It’s not that big a deal. And you heard the kid yourself, they don’t want any of it. I, however, happen to love tuna casserole.”
“Dean,” Sam placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder and leaned in, giving him his most serious look. “Gluttony’s a sin,” he told him, eyes flickering to the white priest’s collar Dean still wore around his neck. He stared his brother down a minute before clapping him once on the shoulder and turning around, heading back to the door.
He heard Dean sigh behind him. “Not like I haven’t sinned before,” he grumbled, but followed Sam out anyway.
Title: Worry
Rating: R, for language
Episode: The Benders
The next time you get yourself kidnapped, I’m not coming after your ass, his brother had said when they finally made it back to the Impala, exhausted and sore from hours of walking. Sam had just snorted and muttered a tired I’ll keep that in mind. Then he offered to drive because even though he was tired, Dean was worse off, dried blood on his face and hand still cradling his left arm, reminding Sam what his brother had gone through to get him back.
Dean grumbled and bitched some more before he finally fell asleep in the passenger seat as they rode out of town, but he jerked awake when Sam pulled into the parking lot of a run down motel and insisted on coming with Sam to the office. He didn’t say why, but his eyes scanned the dark parking lot as he got out of the car, jaw tense, as if he expected to see another rickety old car filled with twisted fucks who wanted snatch Sam away again. And Sam remembered the look of relief on his brother’s face as he collapsed against the outside of the cage, hand slapping hard against the metal as the words Damn, it’s good to see you tumbled out of his brother’s mouth, and knew, despite all Dean’s bitching and moaning that he wouldn’t hesitate to do it all again.
And he also knew, without a doubt, that he would do the same.
Title: Space
Rating: PG
Episode: Shadows
Most of the time, the Impala seemed very small. When they were hurt and aching and there was no room to stretch out in the bucket seats in the front, or after eight hours on the road and they were both tired and irritated and sick of the sight of each other, the space between them seemed tiny, the air in the car thick and stuffy and hard to breathe.
But not now.
Dean remembered a time when there was three people in the car, when he and Sam would fight over who got to sleep stretched out in the back seat and he would secretly let Sam win because really, he liked the front. Liked the feeling of being the oldest, the adult, the almost-equal, liked the proud smile Dad would shoot him over his shoulder as he was driving.
Now, as Dean watched their father’s truck pull away and reluctantly backed the car in the opposite direction the air in the Impala was thick with the smell of sweat and blood and it was hard to breathe, but somehow, the space inside had never seemed so big.
Title: Prank
Rating: PG
Episode: Hell House
Dean would like to say that he planned it this way. That the whole prank war was an elaborate plan to cheer Sam up, that because Sam had been even more quiet and withdrawn than usual since they separated from Dad that he thought it was a good idea to lighten things up a bit.
He would like that to be true. But it wasn’t.
In reality, Sam was asleep and Dean thought it would be funny to stick a spoon in his mouth and take a picture.
Yeah, Dean was a pretty simple guy.
But still, he thought as Sam sat laughing in the seat across from him--an honest, care free and almost annoyingly high laugh that Dean hadn’t heard in a long time--it worked out pretty well. And it was even worth the layer of skin he had to part with to get the beer bottle off his hand.
Still didn’t mean he wasn’t going to get him back, though.
Title: Selfish
Rating: PG13
Episode: Devil's Trap
For you and Dad, the things I’m willing to do or kill…it scares me sometimes.
Dean hadn’t looked at him. He’d just stared straight ahead, fingers clenched around the towel in his hands, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he convulsively swallowed, and Sam understood.
It scared him too.
He still got sick whenever he thought back to the time Dean was in the hospital, when he remembered the slow, careful movements of his brother, the grimace on Dean's face when Sam opened the hotel door to find him on the other side, out of breath and using the wall to support him. When he thought of the words that came out of his brother’s mouth.
Looks like you’re going to have to leave without me.
He would have done anything to save him, and even after he found out that saving Dean’s life had cost another man his, he couldn’t say he regretted it, couldn’t say he wouldn’t have done it anyway.
And that scared him.
But tonight it was different. Tonight wasn’t about what he would do to save his family.
“I thought we saw eye to eye on this, Sammy,” his dad was saying. “Killing this demon comes first. Before me, before everything.”
Sam caught Dean’s eyes in the rearview mirror, and his hands clenched on the steering wheel.
You and Dad are more alike than I thought. You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you.
“No sir,” he interrupted his dad. “Not everything.”
Tonight was about what he wouldn’t do.
And that scared him too.
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