Title: Percieve
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Dean just wants a day off.
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Sometimes Dean wondered what it could have been like. If Dad had just...
He knows he shouldn't. Shouldn't wonder what if. All it'll do is get you into trouble.
But...what if his Dad had put him and Sam before vengeance and grief. And he hates thinking it because he knows that his Dad did his best. Did all he could do with two young children and a dead wife. And the realisation that the things that go bump in the night, are real.
Dean knows with all his heart that despite the shitty motels, the skeevy diners and the weapons training and the multiple schools and the Protect Sammy, his Dad loves him, them. Would go to the ends of the Earth to protect them.
And really it's not as if he minded all that much. He likes being on the move, being able to look after himself. He likes the thrill and the chase and the kill. Saving people. Sammy doesn't. And Dean knows eventually Sam will pack up and leave 'cause he wasn't built for this life, no matter how good he is at it.
But, he still can't help but wonder, what it'd be like to be...normal. To not know about ghosts and shapeshifters and damn shtrigas. To actually fit in and have real friends and not be the freak who carried salt around in his bag. To not worry constantly about if his Dad is alive (he hasn't called yet) or if there's enough money to get them through the week and where the hell are you, Sammy?
Because the normal people don't have to do that, worry all the friggin' time. And it's so ingrained in him he can't stop for anything. Nowhere is safe. Could be killed anytime, anywhere. Stay on your guard.
Dean just wants a day off.
