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“Sammy, get down.”
“Dean, I wanna see.” Sammy had the edge of his glove in his mouth, as he pushed up against the snow fort Dean had built just outside Pastor Jim’s. Some of the neighborhood kids had challenged him to the snowball fight and Dean, being seven and John Winchester’s son wasn’t about to back down from a challenge. Any challenge. But Dean also had to watch Sammy, who was two and a half, and facing down three of the neighborhood boys with a two and a half year-old as your copilot wasn’t exactly the best move. In fact, it sucked. Because Sammy really didn’t seem to get the point.
But Dean did his best. He built the fort and put Sammy behind it and was pummeling at the kids across the way, but Sammy was really doing his best to try and screw with his chances here. He kept poking his head over the top, trying to get a look, and making him a prime target. And Dean wasn’t the kind of guy to lose.
“Sammy, you gotta stay down.”
“Dean, I don’t like this anymore. I wanna go back inside.”
Dean had been mid throw at that point and hadn’t responded to Sammy fast enough. In fact, he wasn’t even really paying attention—seven year-old attention span not being what it should be. The next time he had a track on his brother again, it was when he heard his brother start crying. Pastor Jim’s was on the opposite side of the opposing team’s fort and when Sammy had waddled his way out to the middle of them, aiming to head back towards the house and not quite making it before the snowballs had started flying. When Dean looked over, Sammy was on his back on the ground, crying his eyes out for Dean, or anybody to help him.
Dean just grit his jaw slightly, scooping up whatever snowballs he had and charging out towards his brother, not planning on letting these guys get away with it. Nobody got to him through his brother.
Nobody.
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“Dean, I wanna see.” Sammy had the edge of his glove in his mouth, as he pushed up against the snow fort Dean had built just outside Pastor Jim’s. Some of the neighborhood kids had challenged him to the snowball fight and Dean, being seven and John Winchester’s son wasn’t about to back down from a challenge. Any challenge. But Dean also had to watch Sammy, who was two and a half, and facing down three of the neighborhood boys with a two and a half year-old as your copilot wasn’t exactly the best move. In fact, it sucked. Because Sammy really didn’t seem to get the point.
But Dean did his best. He built the fort and put Sammy behind it and was pummeling at the kids across the way, but Sammy was really doing his best to try and screw with his chances here. He kept poking his head over the top, trying to get a look, and making him a prime target. And Dean wasn’t the kind of guy to lose.
“Sammy, you gotta stay down.”
“Dean, I don’t like this anymore. I wanna go back inside.”
Dean had been mid throw at that point and hadn’t responded to Sammy fast enough. In fact, he wasn’t even really paying attention—seven year-old attention span not being what it should be. The next time he had a track on his brother again, it was when he heard his brother start crying. Pastor Jim’s was on the opposite side of the opposing team’s fort and when Sammy had waddled his way out to the middle of them, aiming to head back towards the house and not quite making it before the snowballs had started flying. When Dean looked over, Sammy was on his back on the ground, crying his eyes out for Dean, or anybody to help him.
Dean just grit his jaw slightly, scooping up whatever snowballs he had and charging out towards his brother, not planning on letting these guys get away with it. Nobody got to him through his brother.
Nobody.
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[MBS] Snow
Dec. 9th, 2009 10:52 amIt was the worst blizzard DC had seen in ages, and even though he knew Angie would hate him for it, Dean knew better than to send his daughter out into a wintery situation where it was likely if he put her down, it’d swallow her hole and they would never see her again.
[MBS] Present
Dec. 6th, 2009 11:12 amFor Ben’s first Christmas, the small baby had more fun with the wrapping paper than the actual presents and Dean spent most of the time trying to keep him from eating it, but he wasn’t going to deny that this was probably the best Christmas he’d ever had.
[SR] The Crow quote
Dec. 4th, 2009 10:36 pm[Set in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the_4th_seal. Lana is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
horsewoman_lana and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Dean/Lana future fic with the prompt “gain.” Set after THIS. Haven’t watched Smallville in a while and didn’t write Lana that often so any ooc-ness is all me.]
“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn. People die. But real love lives forever.”
He stood out in the field for hours, shouting at the sky trying to get the angels’ attention. He shouted at the sky until he was blue in the face, till his throat was hoarse, but none of them came. Not a single one of them was listening, and now Dean was feeling even more alone than he had when he and Sam had gone their separate ways all that time ago. It wasn’t just that Sam was gone. It was that he was gone, and he had no way to get him back. He still didn’t know where the Colt was, and it wasn’t like he had any other options.
Now would have been the time for Michael. Now Dean had nothing left, nothing else to lose, and it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t get to see the end result when it was all over. As far as he was concerned, this was the end. He didn’t even have Sam to go back to. To find in some out of the way place, all in one piece where they could try and fix things.
He hated feeling this useless. He hated feeling like he was only good if he gave someone else his body. But if this was all he was good for, the prophecy didn’t make any sense. Why would they say the one who started it would be the one to stop it if all he had to do was say yes to Michael? There was no redemption in that. That was just him being a vessel, an empty container for the person doing the real work, then that didn’t seem like he was stopping anything. He was just passing the buck to someone else. That wasn’t redemption. That was taking a short cut.
As he made his way back into the camp, he avoided the lights of the fires and the house lights. He didn’t want to be seen or to speak to anyone, because they would more than likely ask him if he was okay, and he really didn’t want to answer that question. He wasn’t sure he had an answer, and his throat hurt too much to talk anyway. He had just reached the door of his cabin and thought that he had gotten away clean when he heard the soft voice behind him.
“Dean?”
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the_4th_seal. Lana is horsewoman_lana and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Dean/Lana future fic with the prompt “gain.” Set after THIS. Haven’t watched Smallville in a while and didn’t write Lana that often so any ooc-ness is all me.]“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn. People die. But real love lives forever.”
He stood out in the field for hours, shouting at the sky trying to get the angels’ attention. He shouted at the sky until he was blue in the face, till his throat was hoarse, but none of them came. Not a single one of them was listening, and now Dean was feeling even more alone than he had when he and Sam had gone their separate ways all that time ago. It wasn’t just that Sam was gone. It was that he was gone, and he had no way to get him back. He still didn’t know where the Colt was, and it wasn’t like he had any other options.
Now would have been the time for Michael. Now Dean had nothing left, nothing else to lose, and it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t get to see the end result when it was all over. As far as he was concerned, this was the end. He didn’t even have Sam to go back to. To find in some out of the way place, all in one piece where they could try and fix things.
He hated feeling this useless. He hated feeling like he was only good if he gave someone else his body. But if this was all he was good for, the prophecy didn’t make any sense. Why would they say the one who started it would be the one to stop it if all he had to do was say yes to Michael? There was no redemption in that. That was just him being a vessel, an empty container for the person doing the real work, then that didn’t seem like he was stopping anything. He was just passing the buck to someone else. That wasn’t redemption. That was taking a short cut.
As he made his way back into the camp, he avoided the lights of the fires and the house lights. He didn’t want to be seen or to speak to anyone, because they would more than likely ask him if he was okay, and he really didn’t want to answer that question. He wasn’t sure he had an answer, and his throat hurt too much to talk anyway. He had just reached the door of his cabin and thought that he had gotten away clean when he heard the soft voice behind him.
“Dean?”
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[MM] Handle
Nov. 30th, 2009 04:49 pm[Set in Waywardish. The missing Alec is smart_alec494, but the Alec involved here is not binding on anyone, but if we decide to do more with this it will probably be mine. Related to THIS. Dean had a bad day, and he wanted something cracky. This is what we wound up with.]
This wasn’t the way he would ideally be handling this situation, were he never human.
Though, if he had never been human, he wouldn’t be in this situation. He would have no sons to worry about, no family to be concerned with. But that was not the point. The point was, he wouldn’t have entrusted Gabriel with the locating of his son while he babysat this Alec from the other world, he would have gone looking for his wayward charge himself. He wouldn’t have cared for the poor addled boy who gone running through the house, scared out of his mind and rambling about doctors and medicine, but here he did. This Alec needed people he recognized at least to take care of him.
It was a sacrifice that needed to be made. He didn’t like it, and he was worried for his son, but it needed to be done.
He was sitting on the couch in the living room, Alec asleep with his head in Dean’s lap. He had put him to sleep not long after her arrived, to somehow calm the panic and help him to relax. He wasn’t sure if it was going to help when he woke up again, but hopefully Dean would be able to find some way to keep him calm, whether that be playing into his delusions or trying to explain it to him, but either way, Alec was stuck with him for a while. The least he could do was try and take care of him.
Alec fisted the blanket he had wrapped around himself in his sleep and started to blink his eyes open. Normal human eyes with normal human vision. It was odd, but familiar all at the same time, but he had to admit, he was more than curious as to what this version of his son was like. “Dad?”
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smart_alec494, but the Alec involved here is not binding on anyone, but if we decide to do more with this it will probably be mine. Related to THIS. Dean had a bad day, and he wanted something cracky. This is what we wound up with.]This wasn’t the way he would ideally be handling this situation, were he never human.
Though, if he had never been human, he wouldn’t be in this situation. He would have no sons to worry about, no family to be concerned with. But that was not the point. The point was, he wouldn’t have entrusted Gabriel with the locating of his son while he babysat this Alec from the other world, he would have gone looking for his wayward charge himself. He wouldn’t have cared for the poor addled boy who gone running through the house, scared out of his mind and rambling about doctors and medicine, but here he did. This Alec needed people he recognized at least to take care of him.
It was a sacrifice that needed to be made. He didn’t like it, and he was worried for his son, but it needed to be done.
He was sitting on the couch in the living room, Alec asleep with his head in Dean’s lap. He had put him to sleep not long after her arrived, to somehow calm the panic and help him to relax. He wasn’t sure if it was going to help when he woke up again, but hopefully Dean would be able to find some way to keep him calm, whether that be playing into his delusions or trying to explain it to him, but either way, Alec was stuck with him for a while. The least he could do was try and take care of him.
Alec fisted the blanket he had wrapped around himself in his sleep and started to blink his eyes open. Normal human eyes with normal human vision. It was odd, but familiar all at the same time, but he had to admit, he was more than curious as to what this version of his son was like. “Dad?”
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