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So, this was the way the The Air In Between originally started until I decided I didn't like the way it was going and I was writing myself into a corner.
*Completely* different but just interesting because I kinda forgot that I did this... Has anyone else had a story go a completely different way to what they were intending or have written a snippet that is never going to fit anywhere else and hasn't seen the light of day?
I'm calling a snippet amnesty. Show me your snippets!!
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“We got the sucker, why are you being such a bitch?”
Dean looked up from the stew he’d cobbled together from various leftovers including the Chinese food they’d had three nights ago and scowled. “All I said was that you’re getting cocky. It’s dangerous.”
“How is saving your ass being cocky?” Sam demanded, pausing with the rag he’d been using on his crossbow held aloft and the pot of wood polish wobbling on his knee. “You’re just jealous.”
“Don’t start that shit again,” Dean warned, voice a low growl. “Every time I try to have a serious conversation with you these days you start in with that wing-envy crap.”
“It’s not my fault you’re feeling inadequate, Dean,” Sam snapped, his mouth contorting into a nasty sneer and Dean gritted his teeth and fought the very real urge to twist Sam’s head off with his bare hands. Instead he stood and crossed into the kitchen to dump out the rest of his makeshift meal because it had pretty much turned to ash in his mouth.
Dean had tried being understanding, tried being a good brother about everything. He knew that it must have been rougher on Sam to be a virtual shut-in during daylight hours. They were using Jim’s farm as their base of operations and catching hunts that they could get to within a few hours, Dean driving and Sam more often than not ghosting him from above. He had tried giving Sam leeway and the room to be a pissy son of a bitch if that was the way it was going to have to be but Dean wasn’t a saint and his patience was nearing its end. Sam had become almost impossible to live with in their downtime and downright scary when they were hunting.
Dean knew he was going to have to do something. Trouble was, he had absolutely no idea what.
“I don’t see why you have a problem with me being a better hunter, Dean,” Sam said from the doorway, his tone so normal that Dean almost missed the fact that it was such a blatant dig.
“Walk away from me right now Sam or I swear to God-”
“I had to put up with you being the better one for years. I don’t see why you have such a problem.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean said, turning on Sam, hands gripping the sink’s edge behind him to stop them curling into fists.
“You were the better shot, the better hunter, the better son. I’ve got an edge that I can use now and you’re being a baby.”
“Sam, I mean it, walk away,” Dean warned, knowing that Sam wasn’t just riding his last nerve, he was jumping up and down on it with his ginormous feet.
“You can’t stand the thought of-”
“Jesus! No wonder Dad told you to get out!” Dean smacked a hand to his mouth because he hadn’t meant to say that, didn’t even know where it had come from. No matter what Sam did, how much of a pain in the ass he was there were some places you just didn’t go and Dean watched in horror as everything in Sam locked down, mouth, eyes, frame. Dean had seen that happen only once, right before Sam packed a bag and left them for California.
“Sammy, I-”
“You don’t have to stay,” Sam interrupted, one hand up and Dean’s mouth dropped open.
“Sam, what-?”
“I can’t leave but you don’t have to stay. I know this has gotta be driving you insane, being stuck in one place like this. Laura Curtis will keep delivering groceries as long as I keep leaving the money for her in the postbox at the fence line and Ellen can keep me in the loop about any hunts nearby.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t see it,” Dean said slowly and Sam frowned at him.
“See what?”
“All these weeks you’ve been a complete jerkwad, it was all leading here wasn’t it? Oh Sammy, you’re very good but you’re forgetting one important thing.”
“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what’s that?”
“I’m always going to be better. You think being as ass is going to get me gone? I’ve been putting up with your assitude for years man,” Dean said, waving a dismissive hand.
“Dean-”
“No, really. You nearly had me. You were really committed. You should get an Academy Award.”
“You’ve never been able to stay in one place for longer than a few months without bitching. I can hunt solo and so can you and there’s no reason for you to be stuck here.”
“You want me to leave?” Dean asked, watching Sam’s expression, noting that the careful lockdown had cracked, Sam’s shoulders hunching up towards his ears which Dean had come to recognise long ago meant that Sam was on the backfoot, trying to compensate in an argument that wasn’t going the way he wanted. Sam, from a very tender age had been able to talk circles around both Dean and John and it was a very rare occasion when he was left verbally flailing.
Like he was now.
“I didn’t say that,” Sam allowed, eyes looking anywhere but at Dean. “I was just pointing out that you could, if that’s what you wanted to do.”
“Man, I should kick your ass,” Dean grunted, letting a disbelieving chuckle escape. “You’ve been a monumental pain to live with just because you thought it would get me to leave. You really don’t know me at all.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asked, reverting to annoyed because that seemed to be his default position when he wasn’t getting his way, at least where Dean was concerned.
“Sam, leaving you didn’t even occur to me, didn’t cross my mind once. I wanted to drop you on your head but leave? Never in a million years.”
*Completely* different but just interesting because I kinda forgot that I did this... Has anyone else had a story go a completely different way to what they were intending or have written a snippet that is never going to fit anywhere else and hasn't seen the light of day?
I'm calling a snippet amnesty. Show me your snippets!!
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“We got the sucker, why are you being such a bitch?”
Dean looked up from the stew he’d cobbled together from various leftovers including the Chinese food they’d had three nights ago and scowled. “All I said was that you’re getting cocky. It’s dangerous.”
“How is saving your ass being cocky?” Sam demanded, pausing with the rag he’d been using on his crossbow held aloft and the pot of wood polish wobbling on his knee. “You’re just jealous.”
“Don’t start that shit again,” Dean warned, voice a low growl. “Every time I try to have a serious conversation with you these days you start in with that wing-envy crap.”
“It’s not my fault you’re feeling inadequate, Dean,” Sam snapped, his mouth contorting into a nasty sneer and Dean gritted his teeth and fought the very real urge to twist Sam’s head off with his bare hands. Instead he stood and crossed into the kitchen to dump out the rest of his makeshift meal because it had pretty much turned to ash in his mouth.
Dean had tried being understanding, tried being a good brother about everything. He knew that it must have been rougher on Sam to be a virtual shut-in during daylight hours. They were using Jim’s farm as their base of operations and catching hunts that they could get to within a few hours, Dean driving and Sam more often than not ghosting him from above. He had tried giving Sam leeway and the room to be a pissy son of a bitch if that was the way it was going to have to be but Dean wasn’t a saint and his patience was nearing its end. Sam had become almost impossible to live with in their downtime and downright scary when they were hunting.
Dean knew he was going to have to do something. Trouble was, he had absolutely no idea what.
“I don’t see why you have a problem with me being a better hunter, Dean,” Sam said from the doorway, his tone so normal that Dean almost missed the fact that it was such a blatant dig.
“Walk away from me right now Sam or I swear to God-”
“I had to put up with you being the better one for years. I don’t see why you have such a problem.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean said, turning on Sam, hands gripping the sink’s edge behind him to stop them curling into fists.
“You were the better shot, the better hunter, the better son. I’ve got an edge that I can use now and you’re being a baby.”
“Sam, I mean it, walk away,” Dean warned, knowing that Sam wasn’t just riding his last nerve, he was jumping up and down on it with his ginormous feet.
“You can’t stand the thought of-”
“Jesus! No wonder Dad told you to get out!” Dean smacked a hand to his mouth because he hadn’t meant to say that, didn’t even know where it had come from. No matter what Sam did, how much of a pain in the ass he was there were some places you just didn’t go and Dean watched in horror as everything in Sam locked down, mouth, eyes, frame. Dean had seen that happen only once, right before Sam packed a bag and left them for California.
“Sammy, I-”
“You don’t have to stay,” Sam interrupted, one hand up and Dean’s mouth dropped open.
“Sam, what-?”
“I can’t leave but you don’t have to stay. I know this has gotta be driving you insane, being stuck in one place like this. Laura Curtis will keep delivering groceries as long as I keep leaving the money for her in the postbox at the fence line and Ellen can keep me in the loop about any hunts nearby.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t see it,” Dean said slowly and Sam frowned at him.
“See what?”
“All these weeks you’ve been a complete jerkwad, it was all leading here wasn’t it? Oh Sammy, you’re very good but you’re forgetting one important thing.”
“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what’s that?”
“I’m always going to be better. You think being as ass is going to get me gone? I’ve been putting up with your assitude for years man,” Dean said, waving a dismissive hand.
“Dean-”
“No, really. You nearly had me. You were really committed. You should get an Academy Award.”
“You’ve never been able to stay in one place for longer than a few months without bitching. I can hunt solo and so can you and there’s no reason for you to be stuck here.”
“You want me to leave?” Dean asked, watching Sam’s expression, noting that the careful lockdown had cracked, Sam’s shoulders hunching up towards his ears which Dean had come to recognise long ago meant that Sam was on the backfoot, trying to compensate in an argument that wasn’t going the way he wanted. Sam, from a very tender age had been able to talk circles around both Dean and John and it was a very rare occasion when he was left verbally flailing.
Like he was now.
“I didn’t say that,” Sam allowed, eyes looking anywhere but at Dean. “I was just pointing out that you could, if that’s what you wanted to do.”
“Man, I should kick your ass,” Dean grunted, letting a disbelieving chuckle escape. “You’ve been a monumental pain to live with just because you thought it would get me to leave. You really don’t know me at all.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asked, reverting to annoyed because that seemed to be his default position when he wasn’t getting his way, at least where Dean was concerned.
“Sam, leaving you didn’t even occur to me, didn’t cross my mind once. I wanted to drop you on your head but leave? Never in a million years.”