Title: Leaving
Author: ShaedowCat
Beta: Raw and un-Beta'd. Like a carrot. Yum. (I'm a freak, don't mind me... -:head-smack:- ) Okay, not so, I lie...even to myself...I sent it to Sammy girl at heart, who looked it over. Thank-you!
Characters: Dean, Sam, John
Pairing: None
Rating: PG / K
Genre: Supernatural
Disclaimer: No speaka de Eenglish...no owna de stuff. No sue, please.
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated, in great multitudes.
Summary: Sam's leaving for college
Warning: Poor Dean. 'Nuff said.
Notes: Birthday!Fic for KatieMalfoy19. Happy Birthday, Melissa who is not the Melissa I wrote Deja Vu for! Here is your fic! I hope you like it!
This is mini!angst. Not actual angst, but a pre-cursor to more angst, which I will write when I don't have so many fics to do.
It had started yesterday.
Dad had walked into the kitchen, carrying the mail. Dean had stopped talking mid-sentence, whatever he was about to say to Sammy dying on his lips at the look on Dad's face.
Their father hadn't said a word. He'd just taken the top-most letter off the stack of bills and credit card applications and dropped in front of Sam, who'd looked at Dean, then Dad, then at the letter. And stared in shock.
It was a letter from Stanford.
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He'd gotten a scholarship, a full ride...two years based on need, and two years based on "academic performance".
Sam'd looked like he was going to touch the sky.
Dad'd looked like he was going to hit the roof.
Sides were taken, lines were drawn...and then the battle had begun.
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Dean sat cross-legged on his bed, cleaning the guns, wincing slightly as a slamming sound came from the living room: either Dad or Sammy had probably just kicked the coffee table. Their raised voice reverberated around and through the small house, the words distorting 'til they lost all meaning, the tone never losing it's meaning.
Anger. Resentment.
Fear. Worry.
Damn it.
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"I'm leaving," he heard Sam snarl. "I'm eighteen, Dad...you can't keep me here, and I'm not staying."
"If you leave, you don't come back," Dad growled in response. There was a long pause; Dean could imagine Sam standing there, looking stunned, like he did that first Hunt when the werewolf'd doubled back. And then came Sam's reply.
"Then I won't come back."
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Sam's duffles were lying open on his bed...he hadn't finished packing yet. Dean stuffed the sandwiches he'd made into the one with his clothes, and the water bottle, followed by the blade he'd gotten Sammy for his birthday and the Glock Sam had had since he was twelve...Sam, not Sammy, because he'd said as much...
"It's Sam, Dean. Not Sammy. Sam."
He had to remember that.
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The house was silent now. There was nothing more to say. Dad had said his piece, and Sam had said his, and there was nothing else left to add.
"'Bye Sammy," Dean whispered.
Then he walked out the front door.
It's short. It's sweet (?). It's...it's...mini!angst.
Don't worry. There'll be a sequel, I swear...once I finish the 20-odd other fics I have to write...
luv ShaedowCat xox : )
p.s. Happy Birthday again to KatieMalfoy19!
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