IRONY
DISCLAIMER: Seriously, if I owned the Winchester boys I would not be sitting at my computer right now...
A/N - Set at the end of Everybody Loves a Clown when Dean's beating the crap out of his poor car.
WARNING: Tiny bit of swearing.
There were quite a few words in the English language that Dean disliked.
'Sorry'. That was one of them, especially when it was him having to say it. 'Vampires' was another, it just sounded so stupid. And of course, there was 'no'. He didn't like being told no.
Yeah, Dean didn't like some words, but there was only one he truly hated.
Irony.
The force Dean's anger took against one simple word was frightening.
He could feel the hot sun beating against his back, felt the sweat from his forehead sting as it dripped into his eyes and mingled with the tears he had tried so hard, often unsuccessfully, not to shed since 10.41 am on August 13th.
And as he pounded the crowbar onto the trunk of his beloved Impala, Dean thought of his brother. Of the lecture Sam had just given his unwilling audience. Of how close to the edge his gentle, scholastic Sammy had been pushed by the death of his father.
Of the sight of Sam covered in blood and bruises, standing over their dad with the gun in his hand, tears streaking the dirt on his face, Dean and Dad begging him for two such different things, like both sided of a conscience.
Each blow of the metal on metal punctuated memories as Dean thought of his father. Of the man who had handed him Sammy on a dark night that stank of smoke and fear. Of the words he'd muttered into Dean's disbelieving ear as he lay in a hospital bed unable to comprehend the enormity of what he was being told.
Of the anguish in his voice and the pain scrawled over his features when he pleaded with his youngest child to do something a son should never have to hear from his father.
But in between it all, as the strikes became harsher and the tears flowed faster, Dean thought of the word irony.
Because in the end, Sam had listened to him. He'd saved their father, gotten them out of that godforsaken cabin and managed to get them to the hospital.
Their dad had lived when he could have been killed, and the demon along with him.
And then the stubborn sonofabitch had given his life to save Dean.
Set to the percussion of the crowbar and the Chevy, Dean thought of the sacrifices Sam made to keep the man alive, only to have him willingly die, and how much he would love to be pounding the skull of the bastard who first coined the term irony.
Fucking irony.