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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-06-29 12:19 pm
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Sam - How to Stop a Self-Destructing Man
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: How to Stop a Self-Destructing Man
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Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester, mentions of Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer
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fic_variations Prompt: life/death (#2)
Content Warning: Spoilers for "All Hell Breaks Loose Pts. 1 and 2," character death.
Summary: Dean had spent the last year humoring Sam. Or at least that's how Sam thought he probably saw it.
Author's Note: Written a bit early for amnesty month, but I'm not cross-posting it tofic_variations until Sunday. The opening lines are from "Faith," and the title is a play on the title of the Heroes finale. I should have never claimed Sam for this prompt. That is all.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
“You’re not going to let me die in peace are you?”
“I’m not going to let you die, period.”
Dean spent the last year humoring Sam. Or at least, that’s how Sam thought he probably saw it. Sam had him drive all over creation, trying to get him to talk to anyone he could think of to see if he could help him get out of this deal, but Sam knew Dean wasn’t trying very hard. That was the funny thing about his brother. If he didn’t think he was going to die, he would fight like hell to keep himself from doing so, but when he knew it was coming, he was shockingly calm about it.
Dean did a lot of the driving. Mostly because Sam had spent most of the time with his nose buried in a book of some kind, searching for an answer. Most of the time there was music playing, but Dean would turn it down when Sam wanted to talk. In fact, it was almost complete silence when Sam wanted to talk, which Sam appreciated. He never used to do it before, and it was one of the few subtle changes that Sam noticed over the year. He seemed to be appreciating Sam a bit more than he used to, and while Sam couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate the gesture—something he never did growing up—but he would have rather had Dean with him on this one, fighting for the same cause. Not that he was necessarily fighting him, but he wasn’t exactly helping either.
Dean seemed happier when he was driving. He had always loved that car, and he would hit the gas on the highways just to listen to the roar of the engine. He started that talk again, how if Sam didn’t take care of her, Dean was going to haunt him till kingdom come, but Sam wasn’t listening. He couldn’t listen. Because he wasn’t going to let this happen. He wasn’t going to let his brother die. Dean saved him, and now he was going to save Dean.
The last day Dean took off in the middle of the night. He took off from the motel, in one of the brief moments when Sam had passed out, and just drove. He drove and drove and drove as far as he could go before the clock on his dashboard hit midnight, and then he pulled over and stopped. At least, this was what Sam was assuming. He just left his brother behind, because he didn’t want Sam trying to protect him, trying to fend them off. He just went. Just like Dad.
The hell hounds had really done a number on his car. Dean didn’t seem to have a mark on him, but the car—it was a mess. Bobby towed it back to his place at Sam pleadings, sitting for most of the car ride in silence, until Bobby spoke up, “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Do you?” Sam replied.
“Why’d he do it? Why’d he decide to leave you behind?”
Sam gave a noncommittal shrug. He knew the answer to the question already. Dean couldn’t handle being alone, or losing his family—he never could. It hit him hard when Sam left the first time around and Sam wasn’t even dead. He probably figured that Sam could handle being on his own, alone, after all he had done it before. But Sam wasn’t so sure he could handle it any better than Dean could. He was completely alone. He had no one, now, and the one person he needed the most he couldn’t save.
Once they got back to Bobby’s, Sam threw himself into the car, just like Dean did after Dad had died, pulling it back together until it was in one piece again, until it was drivable again. And then he picked up the keys and he drove. He didn’t talk to anyone, ignored phone calls, just drove until he ran out of gas and had to fill up the tank again. And then he drove some more.
He had never understood what Dean had loved so much about the car, but then again he had never driven her without destination in mind. He was always trying to get somewhere, he was never just driving, and he came to realize that there was the beauty of the Impala. Just listening to the roar as she drove and feeling the power under his hands was enough for him to get lost just in the process of driving. And it made him smile slightly, thinking about it. A bit of thinking he shouldn’t have been doing—not if he didn’t want Dean to smack him upside the head from the grave.
So, for a little while, he decided to just stop…
Title: How to Stop a Self-Destructing Man
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester, mentions of Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer
fic_variations Prompt: life/death (#2)Content Warning: Spoilers for "All Hell Breaks Loose Pts. 1 and 2," character death.
Summary: Dean had spent the last year humoring Sam. Or at least that's how Sam thought he probably saw it.
Author's Note: Written a bit early for amnesty month, but I'm not cross-posting it to
fic_variations until Sunday. The opening lines are from "Faith," and the title is a play on the title of the Heroes finale. I should have never claimed Sam for this prompt. That is all.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
“You’re not going to let me die in peace are you?”
“I’m not going to let you die, period.”
Dean spent the last year humoring Sam. Or at least, that’s how Sam thought he probably saw it. Sam had him drive all over creation, trying to get him to talk to anyone he could think of to see if he could help him get out of this deal, but Sam knew Dean wasn’t trying very hard. That was the funny thing about his brother. If he didn’t think he was going to die, he would fight like hell to keep himself from doing so, but when he knew it was coming, he was shockingly calm about it.
Dean did a lot of the driving. Mostly because Sam had spent most of the time with his nose buried in a book of some kind, searching for an answer. Most of the time there was music playing, but Dean would turn it down when Sam wanted to talk. In fact, it was almost complete silence when Sam wanted to talk, which Sam appreciated. He never used to do it before, and it was one of the few subtle changes that Sam noticed over the year. He seemed to be appreciating Sam a bit more than he used to, and while Sam couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate the gesture—something he never did growing up—but he would have rather had Dean with him on this one, fighting for the same cause. Not that he was necessarily fighting him, but he wasn’t exactly helping either.
Dean seemed happier when he was driving. He had always loved that car, and he would hit the gas on the highways just to listen to the roar of the engine. He started that talk again, how if Sam didn’t take care of her, Dean was going to haunt him till kingdom come, but Sam wasn’t listening. He couldn’t listen. Because he wasn’t going to let this happen. He wasn’t going to let his brother die. Dean saved him, and now he was going to save Dean.
The last day Dean took off in the middle of the night. He took off from the motel, in one of the brief moments when Sam had passed out, and just drove. He drove and drove and drove as far as he could go before the clock on his dashboard hit midnight, and then he pulled over and stopped. At least, this was what Sam was assuming. He just left his brother behind, because he didn’t want Sam trying to protect him, trying to fend them off. He just went. Just like Dad.
The hell hounds had really done a number on his car. Dean didn’t seem to have a mark on him, but the car—it was a mess. Bobby towed it back to his place at Sam pleadings, sitting for most of the car ride in silence, until Bobby spoke up, “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Do you?” Sam replied.
“Why’d he do it? Why’d he decide to leave you behind?”
Sam gave a noncommittal shrug. He knew the answer to the question already. Dean couldn’t handle being alone, or losing his family—he never could. It hit him hard when Sam left the first time around and Sam wasn’t even dead. He probably figured that Sam could handle being on his own, alone, after all he had done it before. But Sam wasn’t so sure he could handle it any better than Dean could. He was completely alone. He had no one, now, and the one person he needed the most he couldn’t save.
Once they got back to Bobby’s, Sam threw himself into the car, just like Dean did after Dad had died, pulling it back together until it was in one piece again, until it was drivable again. And then he picked up the keys and he drove. He didn’t talk to anyone, ignored phone calls, just drove until he ran out of gas and had to fill up the tank again. And then he drove some more.
He had never understood what Dean had loved so much about the car, but then again he had never driven her without destination in mind. He was always trying to get somewhere, he was never just driving, and he came to realize that there was the beauty of the Impala. Just listening to the roar as she drove and feeling the power under his hands was enough for him to get lost just in the process of driving. And it made him smile slightly, thinking about it. A bit of thinking he shouldn’t have been doing—not if he didn’t want Dean to smack him upside the head from the grave.
So, for a little while, he decided to just stop…
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I'm probably going to write a companion piece from Dean's POV, but I'm thinking this is where it's going to stop for Sam, at least for right now. This didn't quite turn out the way I wanted it too, but I'm kind of happy with the way it is.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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