Title: To the Victor
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season 2
Pairings: implied Dean/Sam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
He moves like a song and her eyes drink him in. Ellen watches her baby girl and John's boy, wondering how long until Jo follows him out the door. It's a cold, hard world, and she knows Dean won't take care of her girl. He's only got room for his brother in his heart. Everyone else falls to the wayside—always have, always will.
Ellen knows Dean's tricks—they're the same ones Bill pulled on her, years ago. Dean's better than Bill was; missed his calling as an actor, the boy did. He's all sleek cat and knight in shining armor. Ain't a girl in the world that's got a chance against his sunshine-grin and brilliant eyes.
She doesn't begrudge him his fun; Jo should know better. From the moment those boys broke into her Roadhouse, Ellen could see they had only each other. She can't figure out how her daughter missed it.
Of course, it's not the kind of thing a young woman would want to see. Two boys like that? Dean's been taken since he was just a little thing, if Ellen's guess is right.
Pity, though. Boy looks like that—the grandchildren would all be absolutely gorgeous.