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Title: The Good Life
Author/Artist:

hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 7. Your Wildest Dreams
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.

( The Good Life )

1600 words

Current Mood: content

[Set after THIS. Tessa is

bound_byfate, Sam is

likely_evil, everyone else is an NPC. Goddamnit, Dean. Beginning dialogue is from above ficlet.]

“I know that you aren’t my daddy and mommy... but I want you to be. Daddies and Mommies take care of their kids, and I’m your kid.”

“Yer not takin’ dat away from yer bra’ther, my love. Johnny always be rememberin’ him. But you really are his daddy now. No harm in ‘im callin’ you dat.”

“If you really want to.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

The scene blurred in front of him and he tried his best to swallow it back, but he couldn’t. He knew that he should be happy for his brother. He knew that he should have seen this coming. But it didn’t stop the sucker punch to the gut that came with hearing your son refer to someone else as their father. What made it worse was that he understood it. Understood it more than he would have liked. Dean was dead. Gone. He wasn’t in Johnny’s life and he never had been, not beyond those first few months that he was sure the boy couldn’t even remember. Dean wasn’t anything more than a story Sam told Johnny to try and get him to sleep on nights when he couldn’t.

Sam was Johnny’s father. It was only fair that he should get the title to go with it.

( *** )

899 words

Current Mood: sad

[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.

( *** )

1158 words

Current Mood: tired

[Response to THIS (WARNING: Major character death). Because apparently my Dean can’t let her Sam do anything without commenting on it. Go figure. Not binding on any other canon muse.]

“We don’t know what we want, but we’re ready to bite somebody to get it.”

This was—odd.

Once he died the second time, he didn’t really think he’d be the haunting spirit type. But this time around, he didn’t really think he was a—spirit. Because he wasn’t exactly bound to anywhere, and he didn’t exactly feel angry, he was just kind of—there.

As he said, this was kind of odd.

“So what am I supposed to be doing again?”

Tessa looked back at him with a smirk, before rolling her eyes. “You’re watching.”

They were both perched on the edge of Bobby’s couch, watching as the people moved through the house slowly. There weren’t many people—mostly Sam and Bobby with the baby on occasion, or the spare hunter or two coming by to express their condolences. It was a bit weird at first, until Dean figured out that he was actually dead, but there was a bit more zen to it, this time around. He was—surprisingly at peace with the whole deal. And he didn’t think that was quite of his own doing.

Then Tessa showed up.

“You know, I’ve never been all that good at watching stuff,” Dean said with a sigh, a brief smile crossing his face as he watched Bobby with his son. “I’ve always been more of an action kinda guy.”

( *** )

1089 words

Current Mood: morose

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