Brotherhood - SN fic - PG13
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tigriswolfTitle: Brotherhood
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Bloodlust"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 530
Point of view: second
Lenore's pov
Gordon's pov
Dean's pov
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Bloodlust"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 530
Point of view: second
Lenore's pov
Gordon's pov
Dean's pov
For the first time in your life, you look at him and do not recognize him. You do not know him. You have no idea what he’ll do.
Blood splatters on his face and he scares you. This is your brother the hunter, your brother the killer, the dangerous man others see—but never before have you gazed upon him in quite this way. Never before have you seen him from the outside; always, you’ve been with him, sheltered from the storm.
But now your eyes are open. Now you see. His rage and pain have always been leashed, controlled. But now he’s floundering, lost in a sea of uncertainty and despair.
You and Dad were his world. And now half the foundation of his life is gone, stolen from beneath him. Now he’s lashing out, channeling everything into killing, into making something pay.
For the first time, perhaps, you see him. He is not just your big brother, the boy who held you on his lap and hugged you when you skinned your knee, the boy who played basketball with you and let you win, the man who let you go when you said it was time—he is not just your big brother. He is Dad’s weapon, Dad’s soldier—and Dad is gone.
For twenty-three years you have been blind. But now you see.
Blood splatters on his face and he looks over, expression weary, eyes masked. You don’t have the words to make anything better so you say nothing.
You see him now. Your eyes are open.
Blood splatters on his face and you are frightened. But not of him, not of him and never again of him. You are terrified he’ll lose his way and be taken from you like everyone else.
He meets your gaze, face weary and eyes hard, daring you to speak. And you resolve with everything in you that you will grab hold of him and never let go.
-
The knife is cold on your throat, softly nicking the skin. One small twist of the wrist and you are dead.
He watches, eyes full of fire, and this is the man who would kill or die for you. This is the man who would hurt himself before hurting you, and he will never forgive himself for that punch, even though you already have.
You can imagine his actions if Walker kills you, or even lets Lenore touch you. You can imagine it well, as if it’s a vision of what is to come.
His eyes never waver from Walker. His hands never tremble or shake. The gun is steady, sure, and you know he would pull the trigger in less than an aborted heartbeat if he could be sure Walker wouldn’t spasm and tear your throat wide open.
And Lenore says no. She forces back her fangs, turns her face away, and says no.
Dean tells you to get her out of there and you almost feel sorry for Walker. But you remember the cold kiss of the blade and your brother’s eyes—and with a gasping vampire in your arms, pity is far from your mind.
Blood splatters on his face and he scares you. This is your brother the hunter, your brother the killer, the dangerous man others see—but never before have you gazed upon him in quite this way. Never before have you seen him from the outside; always, you’ve been with him, sheltered from the storm.
But now your eyes are open. Now you see. His rage and pain have always been leashed, controlled. But now he’s floundering, lost in a sea of uncertainty and despair.
You and Dad were his world. And now half the foundation of his life is gone, stolen from beneath him. Now he’s lashing out, channeling everything into killing, into making something pay.
For the first time, perhaps, you see him. He is not just your big brother, the boy who held you on his lap and hugged you when you skinned your knee, the boy who played basketball with you and let you win, the man who let you go when you said it was time—he is not just your big brother. He is Dad’s weapon, Dad’s soldier—and Dad is gone.
For twenty-three years you have been blind. But now you see.
Blood splatters on his face and he looks over, expression weary, eyes masked. You don’t have the words to make anything better so you say nothing.
You see him now. Your eyes are open.
Blood splatters on his face and you are frightened. But not of him, not of him and never again of him. You are terrified he’ll lose his way and be taken from you like everyone else.
He meets your gaze, face weary and eyes hard, daring you to speak. And you resolve with everything in you that you will grab hold of him and never let go.
-
The knife is cold on your throat, softly nicking the skin. One small twist of the wrist and you are dead.
He watches, eyes full of fire, and this is the man who would kill or die for you. This is the man who would hurt himself before hurting you, and he will never forgive himself for that punch, even though you already have.
You can imagine his actions if Walker kills you, or even lets Lenore touch you. You can imagine it well, as if it’s a vision of what is to come.
His eyes never waver from Walker. His hands never tremble or shake. The gun is steady, sure, and you know he would pull the trigger in less than an aborted heartbeat if he could be sure Walker wouldn’t spasm and tear your throat wide open.
And Lenore says no. She forces back her fangs, turns her face away, and says no.
Dean tells you to get her out of there and you almost feel sorry for Walker. But you remember the cold kiss of the blade and your brother’s eyes—and with a gasping vampire in your arms, pity is far from your mind.
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Date: 2006-10-28 03:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 03:58 am (UTC)http://tigriswolf.livejournal.com/tag/bloodlust
Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2006-10-28 03:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 05:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 07:47 am (UTC)Wow, lovely job. I'd seen some Dean POVs from this episode, but not a lot of Sam. I love the whole idea of this story, of Sam's eyes finally opening. Excellent.
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Date: 2006-10-28 12:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 05:50 pm (UTC)Oh yes. Just like that. *claps*
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Date: 2006-10-28 05:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-29 01:23 am (UTC)I think that pretty much sums it up, eh? I wuv Sam. *hugs him*
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Date: 2006-10-29 04:43 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-10-29 03:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-29 04:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-30 12:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-30 01:36 pm (UTC)And I love your icon.
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Date: 2007-04-14 02:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-14 02:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-15 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-15 12:53 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!