SPN Befores & Afters: Part 12. A Before
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Summary: Scenes of hurt/comfort from before
Sam figures about about Dean's care-giving kink...
and scenes set afterward.
Pairing: Dean/Sam | Rating: Various (G through NC-17)
12. A Before
Dean momentarily takes his eyes off the bathroom door at the back of the bar to watch his dad. No one could clear a pool table quite like John Winchester. He was always in command of the balls, in charge of the game. Even when it looked like the other fellows were winning, he was really just stringing them along, making them feel comfortable before going in for the win. It was beautiful to witness, like a dance or like a good kind of magic.
“h’KMchuhh!”
Dean looks back just as Sam rejoins him, hoisting himself up onto the high barstool next to Dean.
“You all right?” Dean asks, already knowing the answer. Sam’s been sniffly all morning and not so hungry during breakfast, like he always gets whenever he’s coming down with a cold. He’s known Sam for fourteen years; he's learned a thing or two about the kid by now.
Sam shakes his head. “Don’t feel good.” Sam rubs at his nose. “And I don’t like it in here. It smells like smoke and booze.” He buries his nose in the crook of his arm. “huhhffchhhh!”
Dean reaches over and rubs his hand up and down Sam’s back. “We’ll go as soon as we can.”
“Wadt to go dow. I deed Kleedex.” Sam sniffs heavily and drops his arm.
Dean turns, grabs a bar napkin, and hands it over to Sam.
Sam swipes his nose miserably with it. “Dean, I want a real Kleenex.”
“Yeah, I know, kiddo. But Dad’s not done yet.”
Sam crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s just a stupid game of pool. Can’t we just go?”
Dean chews on the inside of his cheek. If Dad doesn’t take these guys, there won’t be money for Kleenex. Or for Tylenol or Dimetapp. Or a motel room tonight. Or even gas money to go anywhere after this. Sammy hadn’t seen the state of Dad’s wallet when he’d paid for breakfast that morning at the diner. “We can’t go until Dad’s done,” Dean says, trying to sound sympathetic. Sam’s grumpy expression doesn’t dissipate. “It’s just the way our life is, Sammy.”
Sam huffs and turns away, not even wanting to watch their dad. “I don’t like our life.”
Dean bites the inside of his cheek again. He reaches out to Sam, but Sam just sniffs and coughs pathetically. He lets Dean rub his arm and squeeze his shoulder, but he looks away, as if trying to imagine he’s somewhere else. Resignedly, Dean returns to watching the game, hoping their father will make quick work of these guys, for Sammy’s sake.
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:59 am (UTC)I like the musings on John, and Dean admiring the way he works. He's probably dreaming of being that good someday, while Sam's dreaming of getting away to a safe existence where he doesn't have to sit in a smoky bar while sick. The angst, it hurts so good...
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Date: 2013-09-21 10:40 pm (UTC)Just sick enough that he can't help complaining, but still adorable and pathetically cute.
I feel like younger Sam was much better at being complainy ;-)
I like the musings on John, and Dean admiring the way he works. He's probably dreaming of being that good someday, while Sam's dreaming of getting away to a safe existence where he doesn't have to sit in a smoky bar while sick. The angst, it hurts so good...
Exactly what I was going for. Yay angst. Not the last we'll get of it either in this series either. Though I apologize for things being all over the place in the timeline. Hope it's not too dreadfully confusing.
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Date: 2013-09-22 07:56 am (UTC)No worries about the time jumps. The Before and After headers are all the help I need.