Summary: A collection of
snippets, depicting possible scenes either never taking place in
front of a camera, or ideas/thoughts/emotions hard to relay via that
media...
Warning: The tense may vary from piece to piece,
as will the length and POV. Spoilers about for each and every
episode so far released in the USA.
Disclaimer: Hickory,
dickory, dock, The Winchesterverse's not mine to knock.
COGITATIONS
119:
Provenance
by Sade Lyrate
The nightclub they hit isn't really that different from all its friends down the street, and they hardly pay attention to its name as they amble in.
Sam because he'd rather sit in a library anyway.
Dean because
he's after what it holds.
Beer and beautiful women. And all he really wants is release.
Respite from revenants and ghoulies and all the other wonderful
freaks of nature.
And, honestly, break would hardly be a bad idea for Sam.
Dean glances surreptitiously at his brother, hunched over their father's journal, apparently completely oblivious to everything around himself, the noise, the lights, the crowd. Dean.
After Jessica, he didn't really press the issue. Not as long as the hazel eyes of his brother met his as dead as their Dad's had been. But when Sam still shied, ever so subtly, away from touch, especially women's, after the worst of it had passed...?
Heck, he doesn't think the taller man has even glanced at a woman in a good while. Sure, there was Meg, but...that whole deal kind of blew up in their faces. In so many ways.
Of all the things he's dreamed for his little brother, or had nightmares about what Life holds in store for Sammy, hermit's path isn't really something he's thought about. Or a monk's. Sam, though...
If the other man's willing to deny his flesh, fine. But Dean sure
as hell would do his damnedest to drag him out of his little cave and
into life.
After all, it's not like the hunters are supposed to
sleep on a bed of bones.