Dean Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hasperkynipples) wrote2009-03-15 10:33 am
hasperkynipples) wrote2009-03-15 10:33 am
[MWR] Heroes quote
[Written in response to THIS. Not binding on any other canon muses.]
“Is it man's ability to remember that sets us apart? We are the only species concerned with the past. Our memories give us voice, and bear witness to history, so that others might learn - so they might celebrate our triumphs, and be warned of our failures.”
He had a really awesome kid.
He knew that a lot of people said that they had an awesome kid, sometimes it was true and sometimes it wasn’t, but in Dean’s case? He really did have an awesome kid. Johnny couldn’t have been more than four, and he was relatively sure that he could kick all the other kids asses. And it was exactly for that fact that Dean was grateful he was a reaper and not just a spirit. He could stick around and hang out with his son without having to worry about losing his mind eventually—not like spirits did.
Not like Tina did.
He had wondered if Sam could sense her around, flitting from room to room. Angeline had finally caved, and taken her daughter off life support a few days ago, and when Tessa had gone to collect, Tina refused, somehow finding her way back to Sam’s place and dancing between the walls, not quite managing to make herself solid yet, but the presence was there nonetheless. Dean wondered if Sam could sense her—if that psychic mojo was still strong enough where he could pick up on spirits, like he could when they were in Lawrence that time. Whether or not he could, he wasn’t making any sign to show either way, which was good. Dean wanted to deal with this his own way.
He knew he could get her to go to where she needed to go. Tessa hadn’t let him fly solo much, and he knew there was a good reason for that. But this he knew he had to handle on his own. As much as he would have loved for her to stay—he wasn’t going to let Tina cannibalize herself, no matter how much he may have sympathized with her reasons.
Johnny had been in bed for a half hour or so, and Sam was off working on other things, probably milling over something Johnny had mentioned at dinner, which was basically Dean outing himself, but he wasn’t worried about that now. He was following the sound of a soft, clear singing voice that was bouncing off the walls and winding through the apartment.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
The sound led him to the doorway of his son’s room, and there she was—solid and whole—crouching down next to Johnny watching him as she sang softly, probably the way she would have if she had to lull him to sleep as a baby. She’d missed so much, trapped in that hospital, and he knew that it was killing her inside, which was only going to make things worse in the long run, but he didn’t rush her, just leaned in the doorway and waited for her to acknowledge him.
One hand came up to Johnny’s forehead as she finished, running her hand back in a motion that probably would have pushed his hair back if she were corporeal. She waited, watching him carefully for a moment, before speaking up so that Dean could hear her.
“This isn’t fair.” Her voice was shaky, less sure of itself than it was when she had been singing. “I—I never even got to hold him.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Dean said slowly as he started to make his way over to her. He took her elbow gently, and pulled her away from the bed, back into his arms as they slid around her from behind. “But you can’t stay.”
“I can,” she said as she collapsed back against him, pulling his arms tighter around him. “I don’t want to go with you. I won’t. I’ll just stay here, with him.”
“You can’t do that, baby.”
“Yes, you can!” she said, glaring back at him. “It’s my choice. I don’t have to go with you.” Her eyes softened as she turned back to her son again, her voice starting to waver again. “I just want to see him grow up, Dean. I just—all the things I’ve missed already and—”
“You can’t stay, Tina,” he murmured, letting her collapse against him a bit as the tears started to slip through, her body starting to shake a bit. “You know that. You know what’ll happen if you do.”
Tina bit back a sob as her fingers tightened their grip on his arm. “He won’t even remember me. I—I won’t mean anything to him.”
“Yes, you will,” he said gently. “Angeline won’t let him forget you, and neither will Sam. I promise. If they do, they’ll be getting a smack upside the head from death himself.”
She slowly started to turn away from the boy in the bed and lean against Dean more, burying her head in the space where his neck and shoulder met. “This isn’t fair. Why do you get to stay, and I don’t.”
“I don’t know,” he admitted honestly. “But I’ll make sure nothing happens to him, Tina. I promise.”
“I know,” she whispered, taking a deep breath against his shoulder before looking up at him with a small smile. “So where am I goin’, anyway? Somewhere nice and sunny?”
He smirked slightly, before moving a hand to brush against the side of her face lightly. “Can’t give away the punch line. You know that.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Yeah, I do.” She leaned into his touch slightly for a moment, before continuing. “Alright. Let’s go.”
He nodded slowly, before leaning in to kiss her softly. There was a soft flash of blue and white light, and she was gone, her soul passing through him and into the next life where she belonged. He let out a heavy breath he’d been holding, just watching his son sleep for a minute, before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
“She loves you a whole lot. You—you missed out on a great mom. Not that any of that’s your fault, but—she loves you. Even if she’s not here.” He paused for a moment, before reaching forward and repeating the same motion she had earlier, brushing his hair away from his face. “And I love you too.”
He was quiet for a moment, before he pushed himself to his feet again, wandering back out into the rest of the apartment. He found his brother a little while later, sitting on the balcony with a bottle of beer, and he made his way over so that he was sitting opposite him, dropping down to the floor and just wanting some quality time with his brother—even if he couldn’t see him.
“Dean, if it’s really you... I miss you...”
Dean had looked up at the sound of his name, and nodded slowly, leaning back against the doorframe a little more as he watched his brother drift off to sleep. “Yeah, Sammy. I miss you too.”
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“Is it man's ability to remember that sets us apart? We are the only species concerned with the past. Our memories give us voice, and bear witness to history, so that others might learn - so they might celebrate our triumphs, and be warned of our failures.”
He had a really awesome kid.
He knew that a lot of people said that they had an awesome kid, sometimes it was true and sometimes it wasn’t, but in Dean’s case? He really did have an awesome kid. Johnny couldn’t have been more than four, and he was relatively sure that he could kick all the other kids asses. And it was exactly for that fact that Dean was grateful he was a reaper and not just a spirit. He could stick around and hang out with his son without having to worry about losing his mind eventually—not like spirits did.
Not like Tina did.
He had wondered if Sam could sense her around, flitting from room to room. Angeline had finally caved, and taken her daughter off life support a few days ago, and when Tessa had gone to collect, Tina refused, somehow finding her way back to Sam’s place and dancing between the walls, not quite managing to make herself solid yet, but the presence was there nonetheless. Dean wondered if Sam could sense her—if that psychic mojo was still strong enough where he could pick up on spirits, like he could when they were in Lawrence that time. Whether or not he could, he wasn’t making any sign to show either way, which was good. Dean wanted to deal with this his own way.
He knew he could get her to go to where she needed to go. Tessa hadn’t let him fly solo much, and he knew there was a good reason for that. But this he knew he had to handle on his own. As much as he would have loved for her to stay—he wasn’t going to let Tina cannibalize herself, no matter how much he may have sympathized with her reasons.
Johnny had been in bed for a half hour or so, and Sam was off working on other things, probably milling over something Johnny had mentioned at dinner, which was basically Dean outing himself, but he wasn’t worried about that now. He was following the sound of a soft, clear singing voice that was bouncing off the walls and winding through the apartment.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
The sound led him to the doorway of his son’s room, and there she was—solid and whole—crouching down next to Johnny watching him as she sang softly, probably the way she would have if she had to lull him to sleep as a baby. She’d missed so much, trapped in that hospital, and he knew that it was killing her inside, which was only going to make things worse in the long run, but he didn’t rush her, just leaned in the doorway and waited for her to acknowledge him.
One hand came up to Johnny’s forehead as she finished, running her hand back in a motion that probably would have pushed his hair back if she were corporeal. She waited, watching him carefully for a moment, before speaking up so that Dean could hear her.
“This isn’t fair.” Her voice was shaky, less sure of itself than it was when she had been singing. “I—I never even got to hold him.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Dean said slowly as he started to make his way over to her. He took her elbow gently, and pulled her away from the bed, back into his arms as they slid around her from behind. “But you can’t stay.”
“I can,” she said as she collapsed back against him, pulling his arms tighter around him. “I don’t want to go with you. I won’t. I’ll just stay here, with him.”
“You can’t do that, baby.”
“Yes, you can!” she said, glaring back at him. “It’s my choice. I don’t have to go with you.” Her eyes softened as she turned back to her son again, her voice starting to waver again. “I just want to see him grow up, Dean. I just—all the things I’ve missed already and—”
“You can’t stay, Tina,” he murmured, letting her collapse against him a bit as the tears started to slip through, her body starting to shake a bit. “You know that. You know what’ll happen if you do.”
Tina bit back a sob as her fingers tightened their grip on his arm. “He won’t even remember me. I—I won’t mean anything to him.”
“Yes, you will,” he said gently. “Angeline won’t let him forget you, and neither will Sam. I promise. If they do, they’ll be getting a smack upside the head from death himself.”
She slowly started to turn away from the boy in the bed and lean against Dean more, burying her head in the space where his neck and shoulder met. “This isn’t fair. Why do you get to stay, and I don’t.”
“I don’t know,” he admitted honestly. “But I’ll make sure nothing happens to him, Tina. I promise.”
“I know,” she whispered, taking a deep breath against his shoulder before looking up at him with a small smile. “So where am I goin’, anyway? Somewhere nice and sunny?”
He smirked slightly, before moving a hand to brush against the side of her face lightly. “Can’t give away the punch line. You know that.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Yeah, I do.” She leaned into his touch slightly for a moment, before continuing. “Alright. Let’s go.”
He nodded slowly, before leaning in to kiss her softly. There was a soft flash of blue and white light, and she was gone, her soul passing through him and into the next life where she belonged. He let out a heavy breath he’d been holding, just watching his son sleep for a minute, before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
“She loves you a whole lot. You—you missed out on a great mom. Not that any of that’s your fault, but—she loves you. Even if she’s not here.” He paused for a moment, before reaching forward and repeating the same motion she had earlier, brushing his hair away from his face. “And I love you too.”
He was quiet for a moment, before he pushed himself to his feet again, wandering back out into the rest of the apartment. He found his brother a little while later, sitting on the balcony with a bottle of beer, and he made his way over so that he was sitting opposite him, dropping down to the floor and just wanting some quality time with his brother—even if he couldn’t see him.
“Dean, if it’s really you... I miss you...”
Dean had looked up at the sound of his name, and nodded slowly, leaning back against the doorframe a little more as he watched his brother drift off to sleep. “Yeah, Sammy. I miss you too.”
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