SpN ficlet--bit
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This teeny tiny bit is an excerpt from something I've been kicking around a bit. The idea keeps evolving and I'm not sure if it will actually turn into something or die a sad death like that Gangster Bruce Wayne fic, the one where he keeps Lex like a pet and Kal is his enforcer. *siiiiigh* I loveded that thing. *sniff*
They’re camped out in front of a fire, miles around them full of nothing, miles high sky filled with stars.
"Stop," Sam turns to his back, and Dean says, "I’m not doing anything"--instantly five years old. He hears Sam mutter from his side of the fire "Stop." And Dean feels a flare of guilt. He knows what he means. Sam’s back is to him, an impenetrable wall between them. He can’t move. Silence broken by the snap and crack of wood catching alight frames their world...after a long minute Dean says,"Remember that one Saturday?"
"Dean. There’s a million Saturdays gone by."
"Shut up. That one Dad left us in (town) with a couple of bucks and orders to stay out of trouble."
"Like that was unique," Sam mutters and Dean hears it and the bitterness...
"And we went to the movies—stayed in the movies all day? Just kept hopping from theater to theater? We sat in the dark all day, eating popcorn and milk duds until we almost vomited..."he laughs, and Sam laughs.
"Yeah...that was a good day."
Dean smiles and almost says, "See, every day wasn’t horrible." but thank God something stops him. The fire crackles on and the silence grows, but this time less of a wall, almost a blanket, a seal over something good shared for once.
The moon rises higher and cast its cold light on the two young men, asleep in the desert.
They’re camped out in front of a fire, miles around them full of nothing, miles high sky filled with stars.
"Stop," Sam turns to his back, and Dean says, "I’m not doing anything"--instantly five years old. He hears Sam mutter from his side of the fire "Stop." And Dean feels a flare of guilt. He knows what he means. Sam’s back is to him, an impenetrable wall between them. He can’t move. Silence broken by the snap and crack of wood catching alight frames their world...after a long minute Dean says,"Remember that one Saturday?"
"Dean. There’s a million Saturdays gone by."
"Shut up. That one Dad left us in (town) with a couple of bucks and orders to stay out of trouble."
"Like that was unique," Sam mutters and Dean hears it and the bitterness...
"And we went to the movies—stayed in the movies all day? Just kept hopping from theater to theater? We sat in the dark all day, eating popcorn and milk duds until we almost vomited..."he laughs, and Sam laughs.
"Yeah...that was a good day."
Dean smiles and almost says, "See, every day wasn’t horrible." but thank God something stops him. The fire crackles on and the silence grows, but this time less of a wall, almost a blanket, a seal over something good shared for once.
The moon rises higher and cast its cold light on the two young men, asleep in the desert.
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2/7/07 05:57 am (UTC)I like it, even if it doesn't get any longer.
*hugs*
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2/7/07 09:10 am (UTC)thank you, lovey. That means a lot to me.
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2/7/07 05:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
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2/8/07 05:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/7/07 06:42 am (UTC)As it says, the times weren't all bad.
*g*
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2/7/07 09:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/7/07 07:07 am (UTC)This was lovely and I hope to God it's the first in MANY more SPN fics. My favorite SV writer writing in SPN! *dies*
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2/7/07 07:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
2/7/07 04:53 pm (UTC)Well, yes?
*poke poke*
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2/7/07 07:39 pm (UTC)*clings* I need you, you know that.
*g*
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2/7/07 07:55 pm (UTC)Yes!!
*smoooooooooooooooooch*