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withimpunity) wrote2009-10-09 06:01 pm
withimpunity) wrote2009-10-09 06:01 pm
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Sam & Dean
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comment_fic: the first time they call each other bitch/jerk after the fight
They're not the same anymore. Sam catches Dean biting his tongue frequently to keep himself from barking orders at his little brother, something that's been second nature to him for over twenty years, like breathing or asking for extra onions on his burger. It's exactly what Sam told him he wanted; to be equals, to show Dean he could do this, that he was all grown up and didn't need his help anymore. So why does he feel like something's missing, like someone's carved out a part of him and taken something, something important. Something that's been there forever.
They took out two shifters last week together, back to back, silver through the heart like a hot knife through butter, so its not like it affects the way he does the job. It just kind of feels like he lost a finger. Like sometimes it feels like its still there, like nothing was ever missing, but then he looks down and realizes it was only a phantom pain, the ghost of what they used to have.
Now Dean's tied to a chair in between two demons that snatched him while they were following a lead on the Colt and Sam has no idea how he's going to get them both out alive. By some miracle, Dean notices his shadow and distracts one while Sam puts Ruby's knife in between the other's ribs. The other one, not quite so easy. He takes Sam down while Dean's still wrestling to get free of the ropes they tied him up with.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis -- infernalis adv...adv-"
The demon slumps on top of Sam and then Dean's standing over them, Ruby's knife clutched between his fingers. There's a three inch long gash on his cheek and his shirt is ripped where they were torturing him before Sam got there, trying to find out what he knew about the Colt. The inside of his wrists are raw and bloody from getting out of the rope, but Dean's grinning. "Sounds like someone's been slacking on their Latin homework."
"Shut up," Sam groans, pushing the demon off of him. "Let's go. You look like shit."
Sam walks slowly as Dean hobbles back to the impala, holding his hand over a deep cut along his ribs.
"What the hell took you so long anyway?" Dean grumbles when they reach the car. "Decided to stop and get a drink while a couple of demons carved me up like a friggin' pumpkin?"
Sam sighs and reaches into Deans jacket for the keys to the Impala. "Just get in the car, Dean."
Dean leans against the hood as Sam walks around to the driver's side, smirking. "Dude, I can't believe you fucked up that exorcism."
"Shut up."
"No, seriously. Getting rusty there, kiddo." Dean slides in the passenger seat and slams the door. "Am I going to have to make sure you get your studying done before I let you go out with friends?"
Sam turns the engine over and glances at Dean. Its a gut reaction, something innate inside of him. Probably the same thing that makes Dean boss him around the way does. But when he says it, it feels like everything falls back into place, like nothing was every missing. "Jerk."
A small grin pulls at the corner's of Dean's mouth and he reclines the seat, closing his eyes. "Bitch."
Maybe they aren't the same anymore, Sam thinks, but they've still got this. And if they've got this, there's still hope.
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comment_fic: the first time they call each other bitch/jerk after the fightThey're not the same anymore. Sam catches Dean biting his tongue frequently to keep himself from barking orders at his little brother, something that's been second nature to him for over twenty years, like breathing or asking for extra onions on his burger. It's exactly what Sam told him he wanted; to be equals, to show Dean he could do this, that he was all grown up and didn't need his help anymore. So why does he feel like something's missing, like someone's carved out a part of him and taken something, something important. Something that's been there forever.
They took out two shifters last week together, back to back, silver through the heart like a hot knife through butter, so its not like it affects the way he does the job. It just kind of feels like he lost a finger. Like sometimes it feels like its still there, like nothing was ever missing, but then he looks down and realizes it was only a phantom pain, the ghost of what they used to have.
Now Dean's tied to a chair in between two demons that snatched him while they were following a lead on the Colt and Sam has no idea how he's going to get them both out alive. By some miracle, Dean notices his shadow and distracts one while Sam puts Ruby's knife in between the other's ribs. The other one, not quite so easy. He takes Sam down while Dean's still wrestling to get free of the ropes they tied him up with.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis -- infernalis adv...adv-"
The demon slumps on top of Sam and then Dean's standing over them, Ruby's knife clutched between his fingers. There's a three inch long gash on his cheek and his shirt is ripped where they were torturing him before Sam got there, trying to find out what he knew about the Colt. The inside of his wrists are raw and bloody from getting out of the rope, but Dean's grinning. "Sounds like someone's been slacking on their Latin homework."
"Shut up," Sam groans, pushing the demon off of him. "Let's go. You look like shit."
Sam walks slowly as Dean hobbles back to the impala, holding his hand over a deep cut along his ribs.
"What the hell took you so long anyway?" Dean grumbles when they reach the car. "Decided to stop and get a drink while a couple of demons carved me up like a friggin' pumpkin?"
Sam sighs and reaches into Deans jacket for the keys to the Impala. "Just get in the car, Dean."
Dean leans against the hood as Sam walks around to the driver's side, smirking. "Dude, I can't believe you fucked up that exorcism."
"Shut up."
"No, seriously. Getting rusty there, kiddo." Dean slides in the passenger seat and slams the door. "Am I going to have to make sure you get your studying done before I let you go out with friends?"
Sam turns the engine over and glances at Dean. Its a gut reaction, something innate inside of him. Probably the same thing that makes Dean boss him around the way does. But when he says it, it feels like everything falls back into place, like nothing was every missing. "Jerk."
A small grin pulls at the corner's of Dean's mouth and he reclines the seat, closing his eyes. "Bitch."
Maybe they aren't the same anymore, Sam thinks, but they've still got this. And if they've got this, there's still hope.
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THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN. RIGHT NOW.
LOVE,
ME.
:D
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