In Parallel
By Clutternut
This is my first Supernatural fic. I don't anything here, except Beth, more's the pity.
Comments and criticism are always welcome.
Warnings - AU, if not now, then in future as the series progresses. Could also be spoilery but not on purpose. And there's a little bit of language, though not much at this point.
Always glimpses, never details. That's the way it's always been.
A man and woman tangled in sweaty sheets…
The roar of a high-test engine…
Two silhouettes, backlit by firelight…
Beth snapped awake but didn't move, keeping her eyes closed. She liked being able to pretend she was anywhere other than a faceless, rent-by-the-week apartment. At least it was better than a motel. Barely.
'Out of bed, Irish. You're breakfast is getting cold.'
Ah, yes. The most important meal of the day. Also the most hated. Meg would never leave her alone until she got up and cleaned her plate. She would give her left eye for something sugary, like Captain Crunch or Lucky Charms. No such luck. Her sister was a nutrition freak, even if she did look every bit the part of a…something. She never was good with labels.
'Beth! Now!'
Chipper, pushy bitch, Beth thought as she threw back the covers and felt around for her robe, eyes closed. A morning person she was not.
'So. See anything worthwhile?' Meg asked innocently as Beth slouched in her chair, scowling at the cheery breakfast face of eggs, bacon and toast in front of her.
'Softcore porn, cheesy sound effects, and bad cinematography.'
Suddenly Meg was not all smiles and sunshine. 'We are working on a timetable here Bethany. Do I have to remind you what we're working toward? We are working on making a place for ourselves in the world, not as somebody's wife, not as a piece of ass in a suit that no one actually takes seriously, but as someone who can command their own destiny…'
'Yeah, I got it, I got it. Lay off alright? If I could give you a road map of the future gift wrapped, I would. You know that. But I have never been able to see more than the briefest flashes! I can't help the fact that what I see could apply to a thousand people, in a thousand different ways.'
Beth shoved her plate away and walked out of the kitchen with Meg trailing after her.
'Irish, I'm sorry, I know you don't have any control over it. It's just…Dad's getting really shrill, you know? I just want to give him something, anything, to get him off our backs for a while.'
Beth grabbed her backpack from the corner of the bedroom and brushed past Meg in the doorway, heading down the hallway to the bathroom.
'You want Dad to lay off? Why don't you stop making eyes at Sam Winchester and actually do something about him? You went on for days about how easy it would be to pick him apart. Why not work on that for a while.'
Beth dumped her backpack in the corner of the bathroom and turned to look at her sister through the doorway. 'And don't call me Irish.' She shut the door in her sister's face and started up the shower.
Beth rummaged in the bottom of her backpack, taking out a dog-eared, creased photograph and sighed, leaning against the wall. 'Well guys, I'd say I'm running out of options, but I never really had any to begin with. Something's gotta give, and I think it just might end up being me.'