Both Sides

By Alone Dreaming

Rating and Disclaimer: See Chapter One

Warnings: Language

Author's Note: It's been a while but I figured I'd try my hand at this again. Enjoy.


Dean hears both sides to the story when he wakes up.

According to Dad, Sam missed the shot. The ghost appeared two feet away and Sam missed it. It should have been impossible, Dad insists. Maybe if Sam had done his training instead of his homework, Dean wouldn't be looking forward to a week off his feet. Maybe next time, Sam would put down fucking Moby Dick long enough to make sure he could still shoot in a straight line. That way, at least, he would be a help instead of a hindrance on the hunt.

According to Sam, Dad was ill prepared for the hunt. They should've done more research before they charged in, guns blazing, to take down a vindictive, female nurse who had been torturing the old folk in a retirement home. Yes, he did do his homework but it was for the scholarship money he wanted and he never neglected hunts. The danger outweighed the importance of the schoolwork. Yes, he cared for this freaking family but life too often revolved around shooting fucking bottles on fences. Maybe if Dad gave half a damn about them, he'd be supportive of Sam's future and make sure he knew what he was fucking doing before dragging them into a hunt.

Dean doesn't know who's right. All he can remember is the ghost throwing him faster than a baseball and smashing him through a pair of sliding glass doors. The rest is a bundle of vague hallucination dabbled with hazy memory. So, he achieves the only thing left to him.

Accept both sides and move on.