Author's Note #1 - First off, let me start by saying that I love both boys equally. This season has been a roller-coaster ride of emotions (for us as well as them) and while I can see where each brother is coming from, I can also see that they both have faults that they must own up to and accept.
Regardless of past hurts, and who's right and who's wrong, it all boils down to family; nothing is more important, nothing else matters. And in time they will remember that as well.
Author's Note #2 - I'm behind in my Drabbles - again - so you get a 3-for-1 today. Each 100 words on the nose; impressive considering that two of them were written on my phone while I sat freezing my butt off sitting on the top of huge hill while my kids sledded.
Huge Thanks to Riathe Mai for, well...everything, don't know where I'd be without you. Love you.
ooOOoo
It was small at first.
A bother, maybe.
An annoyance, perhaps.
But it could be overlooked.
Pushed aside.
Ignored.
And they could continue on.
It found ways in though, striking when least expected—raw, icy, biting—only moments later returning to the picture of calm.
But it was unrelenting in its persistence; would not be denied.
The storm swirled, crackling with unfocused energy. It gathered in strength and size until it could no longer be contained, and Mother Nature unleashed her full wrath.
As the snow howled, trapping everything in its reach, the deadly silence within the tiny cabin erupted.
ooOOoo
The room lay in ruins.
The fight had been vicious; even for them. And that was saying something.
Old hurts—long thought forgiven and forgotten— had been torn open, hurled to inflict the most damage; perceived betrayals cutting razor sharp.
Muscles screamed as Dean gingerly propped himself against the side of the disheveled bed. The slick, coppery tang of blood coated his tongue.
He stared over at Sam, bloody and unmoving; and blew out a disheartened sigh.
The room would be repaired. Their injuries would heal.
Their estrangement...Dean closed his eyes. That, he feared, wouldn't mend so easily.
If at all.
ooOOoo
"We are so screwed up."
Sam stared at the ceiling, unmoving. His quiet voice filtered through the gloom.
Dean snorted. "Yeah. No argument here."
"I don't know how to fix this…us."
Dean rubbed his jaw. "Well, this sure ain't workin."
"Do you…?"
Confused, Dean tipped his head. "Do I…what?"
"Want to fix us? Want me…us together…partners?"
The uncertainty in his little brother's voice clenched his heart. "I do, Sammy, more than anything. There's so much crap, piled on more crap…I don't know where to start shoveling."
There was silence, then, "It's just…"
"What?"
Sam sighed, "I missed you…so much."
