A/N: You'd be damn surprised how well Thrice songs go with Supernatural. They gave me a lot inspiration to write these drabbles when I had a month to myself without Internet and electricity, so I basically spent all my time on a rooftop, scratching away on a little notebook with a blanket curled around me. Anyway, enjoy part 1!
Lullaby
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You say that you're a dreamer
Well I'm a dreamer too
But I won't sing your lullaby
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Sam was eight years old when he visited the ocean for the first time. He could still remember the sensation of the cool water seeping in between his toes, the grainy sand underneath the soles of his feet, and the light scratching of coarse pebbles at every step.
It frightened him a little when the waves threatened to pull him deeper and deeper into unknown territory, like the time Sam lost his way in the woods when he was six and he spent five long hours finding his way back to his dad—whose face was livid by the time he got back—but in the end the little waves would relent and Sam would be able to drag his feet back to safe land.
He would always love the ocean; he couldn't help it. It felt vast and somehow opportunistic. Even as he grew older, Sam would instinctively look to the ocean when he thought of going away to college.
His dad would say, very quietly, almost to himself, "Mary loved the ocean," when he saw Sam standing on the shoreline.
Dean was a different case. All he needed was a shotgun, the Impala, and the wide expanse of the road before him. He was very much like John in this sense, so much that Sam would stare at Dean's back and frown when he could see their dad in him, minus the bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Maybe in a few years it would come to that, but for now Sam would enjoy the steady rise and fall of the tide.