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So, since there's a week left till new SPN (for anyone that isn't me stuck here in sunny Australia *tragicface*), how about some five things prompts to celebrate?
Obviously SPN, nearly anything goes and I will do... not necessarily the *first* five but I will do five if I get 'em.
I'm in a writing mood. :)
Obviously SPN, nearly anything goes and I will do... not necessarily the *first* five but I will do five if I get 'em.
I'm in a writing mood. :)
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5 times Sam says I'm sorry
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John watches both his sons, sitting in the backseat of the Impala. They both have their arms crossed and identically pissed off expressions which would be funny if it weren't so serious.
"'m sorry," Sammy mumbles, almost under his breath.
"What'd I just say?" John barks.
Sammy then gets up on his knees, leans right over into Dean's space and yells, "I'm sorry!"
Dean takes one shaky breath and then hooks an arm around Sammy's neck, drags him down and then it's nothing but flailing limbs and screeching.
John sighs, sinking back into the driver's seat, listening to the battle rage on. He knows it was pretty fruitless to try and make Sammy apologise, it's pretty fruitless trying to make Sammy do anything he doesn't want to but John just remembers Dean's face, how destroyed and just plain terrified the kid looked when Sammy wasn't where he was supposed to be after school for Dean to collect him.
Sammy was just in the library, lost track of time immersed in his books and it could happen to anyone, especially a little kid but still...
John waits for the kids to punch themselves out, rubbing a hand over his face. Later, when they're calm and separated, he'll explain to Sammy just what can happen to him if he doesn't have his brother watching out for him.
"I'm sorry, alright?" Sam grumbles and Dean just scowls at him, duffle over his shoulder. Sam had kicked up such a fuss about his chem test and his stupid tryouts that their dad, for once, had relented and let him stay behind.
Now their dad's in a cast and they're going to be stuck in this good for nothing town for another six weeks. What really rankles is that Dean suspects Sam isn't sorry at all, he's actually secretly pleased about the extra time.
"You let us down kiddo," Dean says, defeated.
"I'm sorry," Sam says, lips quirking.
He's not sorry at all the little bastard.
Dean puts a thumb up and rubs over where one of his eyebrows used to be. He'd had the last of their dad's whiskey the night before and had passed out on the couch. It's really his own fault, any Winchester falling asleep in a public space is fair game but still.
He had a date with Tara Peters that night and it had taken him sixteen dates and the better part of five entire paychecks to get her to the point where she was willing.
Tonight had been the night and now he looked all weird and lopsided.
"Oh you'll be sorry," Dean promised and the smile fell off Sam's face.
Dean sat in the darkness, listened to Sam mumble in his sleep, a litany of apologies and promises and pleas.
It'd been six weeks since Jess had died and Dean had no idea what to do.
"I'm sorry," Sam said, plain and simple, covered in blood.
Dean would forgive him.
He always does.
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*hugs*
I love one-eyebrow Dean. Heeee!
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Nice.
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Wonderful.
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