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kashmir1 who wanted Supernatural, Sam & Dean Gen Fic based off the following lyrics:
“I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me
I went out to the forest and caught
A hundred thousand fireflies
As they ricochet round the room
They remind me of your starry eyes” -Magnetic Fields '100,000 Fireflies'
Note: Spoilers through Nightmare
Dean had to admit that he was a little freaked out about his brother’s sudden development of superpowers. Okay, a bit more than a little freaked. More like bordering on a major spazz out where he interrogated Sammy regarding possible bites from radioactive spiders and encounters with green meteor rocks.
Dean glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye as he drove down the Interstate. He wasn’t one for heart-to-heart talks, but he could tell from the look on Sam’s face that his brother needed to vent and figure this out. Sam needed Dean to be strong and to be there for him while he worked through all the crap, and Dean had never let his brother down before. Well, at least, he tried not to.
“So…”
“We’re not going to Vegas. I don’t know the winning lottery numbers. And there is no Victoria Secret model in your future,” Sam replied.
Dean grinned and said, “What about Supermodel? I’m totally okay with settling for a supermodel.” Dean glanced at his brother again and said, “It’s going to be okay, Sammy.”
“We don’t know that.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Don’t be an ass, Dean. I could hurt someone.”
“That’s not possible. You don’t have it in you,” Dean countered.
“We don’t know what the hell I have in me at the moment. God knows what will come next.”
“And we’ll deal with it.”
“What if we can’t? What if I hurt you?” Sam countered.
Dean could hear the worry in his brother’s voice and it was enough to make him pull the car over. He turned to face Sam, keeping his expression as neutral as possible, but found himself admitting some things he probably shouldn’t. “You don’t think I’m scared to death of these newfound abilities of yours? I am. But I’m not scared of you, Sam. I know you, and you would never hurt anyone.”
Sam sighed. He met his brother’s gaze and shrugged before responding, “It’s not anyone I’m worried about. I’m worried about hurting you, Dean. I couldn’t live with myself if I did something to you – accidental or not.”
“That’s a bold face lie.”
Sam’s face contorted into shock. He asked, “What?”
“I called you a liar, Sammy boy,” Dean replied. He shook his head and said, “Unless it was another Sam Winchester possessed by a demented doctor that shot me full of rock salt.”
Sam grimaced and said, “I thought we already dealt with it.”
“We have. That’s my point. Whatever comes up, we’ll deal with it.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Only you would hold a grudge and then use it as a motivational tool.”
“Whatever freak boy. Maybe you should concentrate on using yours powers for good, like black jack, rather than your pity party for one.”
“Jackass.”
“Loser.”
“Bastard.”
Dean pulled back out onto the road and added, “I’ve always got your back, Sam. I promise.”
“I know, Dean.”
{Fin}
This is for
kashmir1 who wanted Supernatural, Sam & Dean Gen Fic based off the following lyrics:“I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me
I went out to the forest and caught
A hundred thousand fireflies
As they ricochet round the room
They remind me of your starry eyes” -Magnetic Fields '100,000 Fireflies'
Note: Spoilers through Nightmare
Dean had to admit that he was a little freaked out about his brother’s sudden development of superpowers. Okay, a bit more than a little freaked. More like bordering on a major spazz out where he interrogated Sammy regarding possible bites from radioactive spiders and encounters with green meteor rocks.
Dean glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye as he drove down the Interstate. He wasn’t one for heart-to-heart talks, but he could tell from the look on Sam’s face that his brother needed to vent and figure this out. Sam needed Dean to be strong and to be there for him while he worked through all the crap, and Dean had never let his brother down before. Well, at least, he tried not to.
“So…”
“We’re not going to Vegas. I don’t know the winning lottery numbers. And there is no Victoria Secret model in your future,” Sam replied.
Dean grinned and said, “What about Supermodel? I’m totally okay with settling for a supermodel.” Dean glanced at his brother again and said, “It’s going to be okay, Sammy.”
“We don’t know that.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Don’t be an ass, Dean. I could hurt someone.”
“That’s not possible. You don’t have it in you,” Dean countered.
“We don’t know what the hell I have in me at the moment. God knows what will come next.”
“And we’ll deal with it.”
“What if we can’t? What if I hurt you?” Sam countered.
Dean could hear the worry in his brother’s voice and it was enough to make him pull the car over. He turned to face Sam, keeping his expression as neutral as possible, but found himself admitting some things he probably shouldn’t. “You don’t think I’m scared to death of these newfound abilities of yours? I am. But I’m not scared of you, Sam. I know you, and you would never hurt anyone.”
Sam sighed. He met his brother’s gaze and shrugged before responding, “It’s not anyone I’m worried about. I’m worried about hurting you, Dean. I couldn’t live with myself if I did something to you – accidental or not.”
“That’s a bold face lie.”
Sam’s face contorted into shock. He asked, “What?”
“I called you a liar, Sammy boy,” Dean replied. He shook his head and said, “Unless it was another Sam Winchester possessed by a demented doctor that shot me full of rock salt.”
Sam grimaced and said, “I thought we already dealt with it.”
“We have. That’s my point. Whatever comes up, we’ll deal with it.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Only you would hold a grudge and then use it as a motivational tool.”
“Whatever freak boy. Maybe you should concentrate on using yours powers for good, like black jack, rather than your pity party for one.”
“Jackass.”
“Loser.”
“Bastard.”
Dean pulled back out onto the road and added, “I’ve always got your back, Sam. I promise.”
“I know, Dean.”
{Fin}
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Date: 2006-02-14 12:01 pm (UTC)I love you for that!
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Date: 2006-02-14 12:33 pm (UTC)Thank you. :D
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Date: 2006-02-14 04:34 pm (UTC)*smiles*
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Date: 2006-02-14 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-19 03:34 pm (UTC)I like Sam and Dean's voices here and how Dean is trying to reassure Sam that everything is going to be okay.
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Date: 2006-02-22 09:18 am (UTC)And thank you for the feedback!
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