downpour - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: downpour

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: the brothers aren’t mine; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for everything

Pairings: none beyond Dean and the weather

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 460

Point of view: third

Storm
Tempest

 

            It’s been storming for three days straight. The roads are washed out, trees are down everywhere, the Impala’s windshield is cracked, and he’s done with this. Completely fucking done with it.

            Dean just stares out the window, face serene, not seeming to care that the gate of Hell opened, that the demon—the DEMON, the bastard they’ve hunted their whole lives—is dead, or—the best fucking part—he’s got a year to live.

            Dean just stares at the storm. And Sam’s more pissed than he’s ever been, because how could Dean have done it? How dare he? It’s like he thinks he doesn’t matter!

            And, looking at Dean’s back, at the set of his shoulders, Sam realizes with a deep ache that it’s the truth. Dean honestly believes that he doesn’t matter, not as much as Sam.

            “Dude.” Dean cuts into his reflections, glancing at him. “I’m goin’ out for a minute.”

            “You’re doin’ what?” Sam can’t have heard him right. This isn’t the usual little storm, not like the dozen others Dean’s stood in the middle of—it’s one step away from being a damned hurricane!

            Dean’s smile is gentle. “It’ll be fine, Sammy,” he promises, and is out the door.

            Sam gapes, then lunges to his feet and strides across the room in two steps. He’s pissed—at the demon, at Jake, at the world, at himself, at Dean—and he bellows as he opens the door, “Dean, get your ass back in here!”

            He’d half-hoped that Dean’d react to the drill sergeant tone of their father, but Dean ignores him, standing in the howling rain, face toward the dark-gray, rolling sky. Sam hears his laughter over the wind and wonders—again—how Dean can be so reckless about the weather. He’d flip out if Sam acted so uncaring about a natural force beyond their power or comprehension, but Dean? Doesn’t care about himself. Never has.
            And that adds to Sam’s fury. Dean’s gone and sold himself, uncaring that he’ll spend eternity—forfuckingever—in Hell. No way out. Dean’s done stupid shit before, to keep Sam safe, but this? He’s given away his soul. The thing that makes him Dean.

            Sam wants to slap him, punch him, show him just how stupid a move that is. But Dean won’t understand. He thinks Sam’s worth more, always has. His one job is keeping Sam safe, and damn the world if it gets in the way.

            Or himself.

            There’s very little Sam can’t forgive Dad for, when it all comes down to it. What he’s done to Dean is at the top of the list.

            Sam sighs, watching Dean. The rain falls harder, wind shrieking, and Dean laughs. Sam sighs again and steps forward, joining his brother in the maelstrom.

Comments

[bl00dredm00n.livejournal.com]

Awesome! This was totally awesome!! I loved it!!! :D Amazing job! :D

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

That last one is freakin' brilliant. Great job.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[zortified.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this. I especially love the line about how Sam can't forgive their dad for what he's done to Dean.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com]

i love how angry this is, but the very end made me sniffle. oh, boys.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[vayshti.livejournal.com]

Lovely scene - best thing I've read today.

[tigriswolf]

Aww, thanks!

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

I'm sort of deeply in love with this idea of yours, you know.
Dean and storms...
And Sam understanding at least some of it...

*hugs the beautiful, broken boys*
How on earth can you write something so very hurty and angsty and have it end on an upbeat note?

[tigriswolf]

It's a gift.

Thank you for reading!

[erinrua.livejournal.com]

Yeah. This is Sam. If he can't keep Dean's damn fool ass out of the storm, he'll just go join his brother and face the storm together. :-)

~ Erin

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Another good look at Dean and the weather. :) I really like how you captured Sam’s frustration.

Favorite lines:

Sam gapes, then lunges to his feet and strides across the room in two steps. He’s pissed—at the demon, at Jake, at the world, at himself, at Dean—and he bellows as he opens the door, “Dean, get your ass back in here!”

*g* I love angry!Sam.

His one job is keeping Sam safe, and damn the world if it gets in the way.

Or himself.

Good turn of phrase.

Sam sighs, watching Dean. The rain falls harder, wind shrieking, and Dean laughs. Sam sighs again and steps forward, joining his brother in the maelstrom.

Great ending, with the boys together because no way can Sam just leave Dean on his own at the moment.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[sarlev-vanisa.livejournal.com]

You've captured both of them brilliantly in this little piece and how at the end Sam joins his brother to show that he is beside him, that is just great. You said so much with so little, if you know what I mean.

Very moving piece, definitely another favourite of mine.

[tigriswolf]

Aww, thank you!