apparently I suck at the 5 Things meme
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withimpunity So, I'm finally coming to terms with the finale. It feels...Idk. It feels like a messy break-up. First you're in shock, then you're angry, then you're sad. Then you move on. I think, maybe, this is me moving on. Except I'm still going through the sad part seeing as how I cried THREE separate times while writing this. So lame.
6 Times Sam and Dean Slept in the Impala, Not Always Together
1. On the anniversary of Mary's death one year, John leaves Sam and Dean in the car while he slips into a bar. Not the best parenting decision, but Dean understands pain now, how it makes you crazy and crippled. When he finally comes back out, he's way too drunk to drive, so ten year old Dean pulls them into the nearest empty parking lot and locks all the doors, keeps one hand wrapped around the handle of his Dad's old Ka-Bar while Sammy lays his head in Dean's lap and sleeps, safe and sound.
2. For Sam's sixteenth birthday, Dean takes him down to the river, shares with him a joint, a six pack, and a handful of naughty stories that makes Sammy's nose crinkle and Dean's mouth smile. They crawl back inside the Impala when it gets too cold to sit by the water and Sam passes out, the little lightweight, against Dean's shoulder. Dean doesn't wake him. He's too drunk to drive anyway, or at least, that's the story he tells.
3. Standford. Sam's gone and Dad's pissed and Dean's just...numb. He doesn't know what to feel, doesn't remember how to breath. His feet carry him out the door, the smell of diesel fuel and burger joints in the air, and he crawls into the Impala, face down in the backseat. He reaches up blindly, fingers grasping at something, and pulls out the tiny GI Joe Sam stuck there when he was around four or five years old. He clutches it tight, sharp pieces of plastic digging into his skin, and shuts his eyes.
4. After the Mystery Spot. Sam drives and drives until he starts weaving and Dean has to physically pull him out of the car. Sam climbs into the passenger seat, but won't go back to sleep until Dean promises to keep driving, don't stop, keep going, far as you can., Dean. Dean drives until the yellow lines become ribbon-like and blurry and he's been through every cassette tape in the shoebox. He pulls off the shoulder of the road in the middle of nowhere, eases the wooden stake out of Sammy's hands, and closes his eyes, drifting off.
5. Sam doesn't sleep for four days after the hellhounds come and drag his brother into the pit. He realizes its the motels, the single bed, the quiet. He's used to the rustle of sheets, of Dean snoring like a train, sleep-talking in Latin he can't remember when he's awake, the sounds he makes when he jerks off, swearing at Sam for still being on the computer. He starts sleeping in the car instead, pressing his face into the leather; he can still smell Dean there, salty sweat and spiced cologne, onion rings and root beer floats. He sleeps until the night guard bangs on his window and makes him leave.
6. Dean doesn't tell Sam immediately when he decides. He just wants five minutes, five minutes, to remember - or at least try to remember - what everything was like before Destiny showed up on their door step one night and wouldn't leave; the bitch. Sam says, "Hey man, you just wanna squat tonight? Barely anyone left in this town, looks like people got the hell out of dodge." And Dean's on the verge of tears, he's teetering on the edge of cracking right open, but he needs his five minutes, so he holds himself together as tightly as he can and shakes his head. "Nah man. Let's just -" But -- and this is why the world is ending, this is why there's a prophet telling the story of them, why Ash said what he did even if he thought they weren't paying attention - Sam knows, just knows. Dean doesn't have to finish his sentence or explain why or feel weird about it, because Sam, he gets it.
"Hey, can you turn the heater on for a little while? Just to take the chill off?"
"Bitch, bitch," Dean mocks, but turns the engine over still, cranks up the heat. Something inside the dash rattles around noisily.
"Oh man," Sam chuckles. "I can't believe you still haven't dug out those legos you put in there like, twenty years ago."
Dean snorts. "I can't believe that army man you hid in the back in still there."
Sam's eyes widen, surprised. "That's...that's still there?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Dean shrugs, like its not big deal. Nothing important. And its not really. Its nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. Its no different from the kool-aid stains on the apolstery beneath the floor mats or the souvenirs from each state in a small box in the trunk next to the silver bullets. This car is filled with their history, their memories, the two of them. Held together by blood, sweat, and rock and roll.
There's a seatbelt digging into Dean's hip and his knee keeps hitting the steering wheel and they're both too big to crawl in the back, but he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Tomorrow, Dean's world is ending, one way or another. He can't think of any place he'd rather be right now than home.
Six Times Sam and Dean Sleep In the Impala, Not Always Together
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6 Times Sam and Dean Slept in the Impala, Not Always Together
1. On the anniversary of Mary's death one year, John leaves Sam and Dean in the car while he slips into a bar. Not the best parenting decision, but Dean understands pain now, how it makes you crazy and crippled. When he finally comes back out, he's way too drunk to drive, so ten year old Dean pulls them into the nearest empty parking lot and locks all the doors, keeps one hand wrapped around the handle of his Dad's old Ka-Bar while Sammy lays his head in Dean's lap and sleeps, safe and sound.
2. For Sam's sixteenth birthday, Dean takes him down to the river, shares with him a joint, a six pack, and a handful of naughty stories that makes Sammy's nose crinkle and Dean's mouth smile. They crawl back inside the Impala when it gets too cold to sit by the water and Sam passes out, the little lightweight, against Dean's shoulder. Dean doesn't wake him. He's too drunk to drive anyway, or at least, that's the story he tells.
3. Standford. Sam's gone and Dad's pissed and Dean's just...numb. He doesn't know what to feel, doesn't remember how to breath. His feet carry him out the door, the smell of diesel fuel and burger joints in the air, and he crawls into the Impala, face down in the backseat. He reaches up blindly, fingers grasping at something, and pulls out the tiny GI Joe Sam stuck there when he was around four or five years old. He clutches it tight, sharp pieces of plastic digging into his skin, and shuts his eyes.
4. After the Mystery Spot. Sam drives and drives until he starts weaving and Dean has to physically pull him out of the car. Sam climbs into the passenger seat, but won't go back to sleep until Dean promises to keep driving, don't stop, keep going, far as you can., Dean. Dean drives until the yellow lines become ribbon-like and blurry and he's been through every cassette tape in the shoebox. He pulls off the shoulder of the road in the middle of nowhere, eases the wooden stake out of Sammy's hands, and closes his eyes, drifting off.
5. Sam doesn't sleep for four days after the hellhounds come and drag his brother into the pit. He realizes its the motels, the single bed, the quiet. He's used to the rustle of sheets, of Dean snoring like a train, sleep-talking in Latin he can't remember when he's awake, the sounds he makes when he jerks off, swearing at Sam for still being on the computer. He starts sleeping in the car instead, pressing his face into the leather; he can still smell Dean there, salty sweat and spiced cologne, onion rings and root beer floats. He sleeps until the night guard bangs on his window and makes him leave.
6. Dean doesn't tell Sam immediately when he decides. He just wants five minutes, five minutes, to remember - or at least try to remember - what everything was like before Destiny showed up on their door step one night and wouldn't leave; the bitch. Sam says, "Hey man, you just wanna squat tonight? Barely anyone left in this town, looks like people got the hell out of dodge." And Dean's on the verge of tears, he's teetering on the edge of cracking right open, but he needs his five minutes, so he holds himself together as tightly as he can and shakes his head. "Nah man. Let's just -" But -- and this is why the world is ending, this is why there's a prophet telling the story of them, why Ash said what he did even if he thought they weren't paying attention - Sam knows, just knows. Dean doesn't have to finish his sentence or explain why or feel weird about it, because Sam, he gets it.
"Hey, can you turn the heater on for a little while? Just to take the chill off?"
"Bitch, bitch," Dean mocks, but turns the engine over still, cranks up the heat. Something inside the dash rattles around noisily.
"Oh man," Sam chuckles. "I can't believe you still haven't dug out those legos you put in there like, twenty years ago."
Dean snorts. "I can't believe that army man you hid in the back in still there."
Sam's eyes widen, surprised. "That's...that's still there?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Dean shrugs, like its not big deal. Nothing important. And its not really. Its nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. Its no different from the kool-aid stains on the apolstery beneath the floor mats or the souvenirs from each state in a small box in the trunk next to the silver bullets. This car is filled with their history, their memories, the two of them. Held together by blood, sweat, and rock and roll.
There's a seatbelt digging into Dean's hip and his knee keeps hitting the steering wheel and they're both too big to crawl in the back, but he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Tomorrow, Dean's world is ending, one way or another. He can't think of any place he'd rather be right now than home.
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