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Title: Stay Sharp
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG (Language)
Words: 487
Fandom: SPN
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kellifer_fic
Category: Gen - preseries (Stanford)
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Dean is sitting on a shaded bench palming his overgrown bag of peanut M&Ms when he finally spots Sam. The kid's maybe put on another inch or two since Dean last saw him which unfair. Dean's scowl melts into a grin though when he sees that Sam is wearing the old sweats he likes when he goes for distance. The grin gets wider when Sam breaks into an easy jog and then ramps it up a little, distance eaten up by his long legs as he disappears around what Dean figures must be a science building of some kind considering the calibre of twitchy, underweight guys going in and out.
"What'd you say?" Dean had almost forgotten the cellphone jammed between his ear and his shoulder right up until his dad's voice interrupts his thoughts.
"I said he was fine," Dean repeats, kind of wishing that Sam had gone the other way because he would've been able to watch him all the way across the lawn and maybe Sam would've accidentally seen him and Dean wouldn't have had a choice about talking to him because he wouldn't have meant for Sam to see him and -
"Just as long as he doesn't know you're there," John reminds him, voice gruff and Dean nods, then grimaces and says, "Sure, yeah. Of course."
He'll come back on his own their dad kept saying and Dean really wanted to believe it.
He won't if he gets that life and you too.
It's simple really. Dean misses his brother and obeys his father and feels more than a little bit torn.
000
Dean is halfway through his burger when Sam breaks his own record on the track and there are people milling about him, slapping him on the back and Sam is doing that aw shucks ducking thing he does so well.
The girls in their tiny running shorts are eating it up, or at least wishing they were eating him up.
Dean could cry he's so proud.
000
Dean's juggling a microwave burrito and a cola the size of his head when Sam nails a Black Dog right on campus.
He would've helped but Sam seemed to have it covered and his hands were busy.
000
The mist is heavy on the ground and Dean is regretting cheesecake at four thirty in the morning as Sam does chin ups and then drops down to start on push ups.
The archery field has a set of outside gym equipment at the end and Dean had seen the way Sam's eyes had lit up when he'd found the place, kind of off the beaten path and used only in the late afternoons and on weekends by the general public.
Mornings the place was blessedly empty.
Dean eyes the crossbow discarded by Sam's hip and thinks maybe the strings could do with a little tightening but he's sure Sam will get to it.
He was always meticulous with those kinds of things.
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG (Language)
Words: 487
Fandom: SPN
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: Gen - preseries (Stanford)
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Dean is sitting on a shaded bench palming his overgrown bag of peanut M&Ms when he finally spots Sam. The kid's maybe put on another inch or two since Dean last saw him which unfair. Dean's scowl melts into a grin though when he sees that Sam is wearing the old sweats he likes when he goes for distance. The grin gets wider when Sam breaks into an easy jog and then ramps it up a little, distance eaten up by his long legs as he disappears around what Dean figures must be a science building of some kind considering the calibre of twitchy, underweight guys going in and out.
"What'd you say?" Dean had almost forgotten the cellphone jammed between his ear and his shoulder right up until his dad's voice interrupts his thoughts.
"I said he was fine," Dean repeats, kind of wishing that Sam had gone the other way because he would've been able to watch him all the way across the lawn and maybe Sam would've accidentally seen him and Dean wouldn't have had a choice about talking to him because he wouldn't have meant for Sam to see him and -
"Just as long as he doesn't know you're there," John reminds him, voice gruff and Dean nods, then grimaces and says, "Sure, yeah. Of course."
He'll come back on his own their dad kept saying and Dean really wanted to believe it.
He won't if he gets that life and you too.
It's simple really. Dean misses his brother and obeys his father and feels more than a little bit torn.
Dean is halfway through his burger when Sam breaks his own record on the track and there are people milling about him, slapping him on the back and Sam is doing that aw shucks ducking thing he does so well.
The girls in their tiny running shorts are eating it up, or at least wishing they were eating him up.
Dean could cry he's so proud.
Dean's juggling a microwave burrito and a cola the size of his head when Sam nails a Black Dog right on campus.
He would've helped but Sam seemed to have it covered and his hands were busy.
The mist is heavy on the ground and Dean is regretting cheesecake at four thirty in the morning as Sam does chin ups and then drops down to start on push ups.
The archery field has a set of outside gym equipment at the end and Dean had seen the way Sam's eyes had lit up when he'd found the place, kind of off the beaten path and used only in the late afternoons and on weekends by the general public.
Mornings the place was blessedly empty.
Dean eyes the crossbow discarded by Sam's hip and thinks maybe the strings could do with a little tightening but he's sure Sam will get to it.
He was always meticulous with those kinds of things.
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