just a whisper of smoke - SN fic - PG
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Title: just a whisper of smoke
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “Ghost in this House” performed by Allison Krauss.
Warnings: spoilers for “The Benders”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
He can’t find Sam. Left alone for a minute—just a second, not long at all—and he’s gone. Lost. Dean can’t find him.
Dean searches the parking lot and the street, scours the car. Sam’s gone.
Last time they were apart, Sam met up with an evil bitch. Sam needs him, to stay safe.
Doesn’t he? Dean sure as hell needs him—doesn’t feel complete without him. The Stanford years sucked. Out loud.
He can’t find Sam. Where the hell’s he gone? He knows better than to wander off while they’re working a case.
So he didn’t wander off. Something took him. Snatched him up and vanished without a trace.
Shit. Sammy’s gone. The missing people are never found, not even bodies…
… Sammy. He needs to find Sammy, right the fuck now.
He asks everyone inside and out, walks a mile in every direction, calls Sam’s phone a hundred times.
Dean knows, though. Sam’s gone. The thing that took Jenkins, the monster with a whining growl, has Sam.
It’s personal, now. Dean will find this thing and kill it dead. Destroy it, utterly and forever.
He needs help, though. He notices the traffic camera and gets an idea.
Dean searches the parking lot and the street, scours the car. Sam’s gone.
Last time they were apart, Sam met up with an evil bitch. Sam needs him, to stay safe.
Doesn’t he? Dean sure as hell needs him—doesn’t feel complete without him. The Stanford years sucked. Out loud.
He can’t find Sam. Where the hell’s he gone? He knows better than to wander off while they’re working a case.
So he didn’t wander off. Something took him. Snatched him up and vanished without a trace.
Shit. Sammy’s gone. The missing people are never found, not even bodies…
… Sammy. He needs to find Sammy, right the fuck now.
He asks everyone inside and out, walks a mile in every direction, calls Sam’s phone a hundred times.
Dean knows, though. Sam’s gone. The thing that took Jenkins, the monster with a whining growl, has Sam.
It’s personal, now. Dean will find this thing and kill it dead. Destroy it, utterly and forever.
He needs help, though. He notices the traffic camera and gets an idea.
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Date: 2007-07-25 09:35 pm (UTC)This one's a delight, too, though. Oh, poor, poor Dean...how does your facade fall when a member of your family's in question!
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-26 02:26 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-07-26 04:55 pm (UTC)Pesky things, them siblings?
I presume she was found not really worse for wear?
Thankfully, our 'missing persons' have been all along the lines of "the armchair's snoring".
Though I've managed to scare the dear hubby by wandering off a few times. ;)
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-26 05:08 pm (UTC)*hee* Armchair snoring?
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Date: 2007-07-26 08:43 pm (UTC)Our eldest slipped from our sights a few years back, and the whole extended family was mobilized until someone realized one of the armchairs was snoring. Turned out he'd fallen asleep, curled up and under a blanket. So, yeah... considering how close we are to the sea, it served as a scare, certainly.
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Date: 2007-07-27 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-26 03:48 pm (UTC)I think this part pretty much nails it. Without a Sam, there really can't be a Dean.
Excellent job. :)
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Date: 2007-07-26 04:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-26 05:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-26 05:14 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!