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SPN100 Challenge: swing
DEW Challenge: Sam had Sully, who did Dean have? Invent a character - Dean's imaginary friend.
Dean's always had someone, but it wasn't angels, watching over him. 200-word drabble. Set pre-series.
Written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN BigPretzel on LiveJournal. You should come visit, we'll take care of you!
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Sweet Chariot
"Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home"
They'd parked-up out of sight of the highway. "Things are tight," his Dad had said. "There's no money for a motel."
Dean held his tongue. He recognized his father's fatigue was due to injury. I changed the bandages.
His father was his hero, but to fall from a drunkard's swing while out celebrating a successful werewolf hunt? That's just our dumb Winchester luck.
Now he sat in solitary thought, the silence punctuated only by Sam's gentle breathing beside him and his Dad's soft snores from the front seat.
The dashboard radio crackled into orange-lit life.
"Rough night, kiddo?" Her warm, almost husky, voice matched the patchy memory of his mother's.
Dean gazed out into the dark at trees casting sinister shadows in the windswept moonlight.
"Yeah," he sighed. His voice was a small, lost thing against the enormity of everything his too-active imagination knew was out there.
"I can practically hear you thinking," snorted the car. "Get some rest, sweetie. I'll keep watch over them."
"Thanks, Baby." Damp eyes blinked, the burden on his too-narrow shoulders easing as she hummed a gentle lullaby.
Dad had promised that one day she would be his, but Dean knew he was already hers.
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