"Reading The Fine Print"
Title: Reading The Fine Print
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 254
Spoilers: S2
By:
kellifer_fic
Fandom: SPN
Summary: When you make a deal with the devil, you should read between the lines. A retake of Crossroads.
He says yes.
Ten years and your father back, your family together the way you always wanted.
Yes, yes, yes.
He doesn’t stop to think because ten years sounds like forever and hell, Dean wasn’t expecting to live much past that anyway.
Besides, he already figured he was heading down below.
She smiles and touches fingers to his forehead and he can hear her laughing as the world drops out from underneath him.
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When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is John hunched over a kitchen table scratching away at his journal.
“Dad?” he says and his voice comes out in a strangled whisper. He’s sitting in an armchair and there’s sunlight filtering through the dusty curtains that hang lopsided across the window.
John doesn’t look up. Just says, “Hmm?” in that distracted way that is so familiar that Dean feels the tears well.
Arms reach over the back of his chair and hands grip him around the throat. Dean reacts by instinct, snagging thin wrists and heaving, bringing his attacker over and down to land on his back on the living room floor. There is a wail that rings far too familiar as well.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sam protests. “You broke my spiiiiine!” When he stands he is lean and shaggy haired and the top of his head is just under Dean’s chin in height.
“Boys, I’m trying to concentrate,” John scolds from the kitchen. He doesn’t bother to look up.
“Oh God,” Dean chokes out.
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 254
Spoilers: S2
By:
Fandom: SPN
Summary: When you make a deal with the devil, you should read between the lines. A retake of Crossroads.
He says yes.
Ten years and your father back, your family together the way you always wanted.
Yes, yes, yes.
He doesn’t stop to think because ten years sounds like forever and hell, Dean wasn’t expecting to live much past that anyway.
Besides, he already figured he was heading down below.
She smiles and touches fingers to his forehead and he can hear her laughing as the world drops out from underneath him.
When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is John hunched over a kitchen table scratching away at his journal.
“Dad?” he says and his voice comes out in a strangled whisper. He’s sitting in an armchair and there’s sunlight filtering through the dusty curtains that hang lopsided across the window.
John doesn’t look up. Just says, “Hmm?” in that distracted way that is so familiar that Dean feels the tears well.
Arms reach over the back of his chair and hands grip him around the throat. Dean reacts by instinct, snagging thin wrists and heaving, bringing his attacker over and down to land on his back on the living room floor. There is a wail that rings far too familiar as well.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sam protests. “You broke my spiiiiine!” When he stands he is lean and shaggy haired and the top of his head is just under Dean’s chin in height.
“Boys, I’m trying to concentrate,” John scolds from the kitchen. He doesn’t bother to look up.
“Oh God,” Dean chokes out.

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But, in a good way. You killed me!
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My thoughts exactly!!
I've just recently gotten into the SPN fandom, and have been looking around for everything SPN I can find!! :-) I'm not too much into the whole Wincest thing, though!
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I have a listing here (http://kellifer-fic.livejournal.com/72189.html#cutid1).
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Oh, this was gooooood. Nice twist there. I know this is a drabble and all, but it would interesting to see how things go for Dean if he knows how his first (?) future went and if he can change anything along the way. Can he get his soul back and still save his father? Would he even want to? I'm intrigued with all the oppoortunity here.
Again, I loved this.
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Thanks for sharing!
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Cruel, harsh and damn clever!
Nicely done :D
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Love your take, great job. Thanks.
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*calms down*
Nicely done. Good twist.
*applies ice to injuries*
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HT
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Brilliant.
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