Title: Ever After
Summary: .: Tag to 5x22 "Swan Song" :. It felt unfair that Dean was having a shot at a normal life, when it was all Sam had ever wanted.
Genre: Angst / Family
Beta'd: Nu-uh!
Warnings: Spoilers up until the end of Season 5, lots of angst.
Disclaimer: Supernatural doesn't belong to me... no matter how may times I've tried to steal that bloody contract!
Ever After
The moment he sat down at that table, it felt wrong. Oh so very wrong. He felt even more attentive and alert than he was on a hunt; this was unfamiliar territory to him.
A family dinner.
Dean couldn't get used to the idea.
The clattering of dishes behind him as Lisa doled out... whatever it was. Ben was sitting before him, trying not to stare at the strange man at the table that he could only just about remember.
Normal really wasn't easy, but maybe he could get used to that. No more hunting, no more driving all night across states, no more crashing in random motel rooms. Instead - a regular job, date nights, football games; the whole nine yards. It all seemed so impossible not too long along and now it could be real. It could be real.
The slowly warming plates that passed his hands were proof of that and he thanked Lisa as she finally sat down and dinner began. Dean forced a smile.
Just because it was real, didn't mean it was right though.
Sam was trapped in Hell and Dean was nibbling on a cob of corn.
Dean ate it in silence, though his head was roaring with different ideas.
Get out of here.
Get in the car.
Find a crossroads.
Find Castiel.
Talk to Chuck.
Look for the amulet.
Find God.
Get out of here.
Just... Find Sammy!
He shot out of his seat to calm his thoughts.
Lisa and Ben had no choice but to stare.
"S-Sorry." Damn, that stutter really shouldn't be there.
Dean sighed and walked around the table, ignoring Lisa's concerned eyes with a plaintive smile, ignoring Ben's curious expression with a ruffle of his hair.
He stared out the window, taking another sip of the scotch in his hand. This should not be his life; this should be Sam's life.
Sam should be the one with the loving family around him.
Sam should be the one "oohing and aahing" over a delicious, homemade dinner.
Sam should be the one.
He should be.
But he wasn't.
And he would never, ever get the chance to have that normal, apple-pie life he once craved so much.
Sam was stuck in Hell and there was nothing Dean could do; Because Sam made him promise not to. Even if Sam hadn't, Dean wasn't sure there was anything he could do.
He closed his eyes slowly. This was his life now. This is what Sam wanted for him. And Dean always gave Sam what he wanted, or tried his best to anyway.
Dean froze for a second, rubbing his eyes and staring out the window. He chuckled slightly. His grief really must've been too strong right now.
When he looked outside, under that burnt out streetlight, he could've sworn that he saw-... ah never mind.
A/N: And there we are. I knew Sam would tell Dean to go live a normal life and this was really all I could think of when I heard him actually say it. Needed to get this outta my system. And yes, the end of the fic corresponds to the bit at the end of the ep!
Sooo... hope you enjoyed! ^^