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Title: Soldier
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 268
Spoilers: None
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kellifer_fic
Category: SPN Gen
Spoilers: None
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Pizza.”
No hesitation. Just answer like that. Don’t say I don’t know even though he doesn’t really and honestly? He’s not sure he wants pizza. It’s a slippery slope though.
Dean’s a soldier. When Sammy had asked him, You wanna go back to the way things were, taking orders?
Dean had wanted to say, Hell yes.
Shout it from the rooftops in fact.
He’s never going to be the man his father was. He saw that long ago and he wonders why Sammy is blind to it. Why Sammy refuses to see that he is the one that is turning into John Winchester. That although Dean bitches and argues with him, if Sam makes something an order, not even realising he’s doing it, that Dean will follow because he craves it.
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“East.”
He’s had no idea where he is for four hours now but he keeps on driving. Sam will furrow his brows and look at his map and try to figure out just exactly where Dean’s internal compass is taking them but he can’t admit that he doesn’t know.
That damn slippery slope.
“Do you think Dad’s-?”
“No.”
In hell, coming back, dancing a jig, he’s not sure what Sammy was going to ask but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t let Sammy ask the question because then anything he says will be a lie because he can’t…
He just can’t.
“Do you think we’ll get through this?”
Dean stares out ahead, watching the highway rolling towards the horizon and he stays silent.
I don’t know.
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 268
Spoilers: None
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: SPN Gen
Spoilers: None
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Pizza.”
No hesitation. Just answer like that. Don’t say I don’t know even though he doesn’t really and honestly? He’s not sure he wants pizza. It’s a slippery slope though.
Dean’s a soldier. When Sammy had asked him, You wanna go back to the way things were, taking orders?
Dean had wanted to say, Hell yes.
Shout it from the rooftops in fact.
He’s never going to be the man his father was. He saw that long ago and he wonders why Sammy is blind to it. Why Sammy refuses to see that he is the one that is turning into John Winchester. That although Dean bitches and argues with him, if Sam makes something an order, not even realising he’s doing it, that Dean will follow because he craves it.
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“East.”
He’s had no idea where he is for four hours now but he keeps on driving. Sam will furrow his brows and look at his map and try to figure out just exactly where Dean’s internal compass is taking them but he can’t admit that he doesn’t know.
That damn slippery slope.
“Do you think Dad’s-?”
“No.”
In hell, coming back, dancing a jig, he’s not sure what Sammy was going to ask but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t let Sammy ask the question because then anything he says will be a lie because he can’t…
He just can’t.
“Do you think we’ll get through this?”
Dean stares out ahead, watching the highway rolling towards the horizon and he stays silent.
I don’t know.