Definition V - SN fic

[tigriswolf]

Title: Definition V
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: serious AU; spoilers for season 1 and the first two eps of season 2
Pairings: Sam/Jessica, John/Mary, wincest if you really want it
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 942; 50 sentences for the first time
Notes: a few more words repeated; still a different universe from the previous four

part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4

Skin

                It almost scared Sam sometimes, how easily Dean could bury his emotions and act like nothing was wrong.

 

Pandemonium

                In a room full of wild children, her gaze was drawn to the still, quiet boy in the corner, and his solemn hazel eyes.

 

Pure

                John held his son moments after Dean’s birth, and he’d never known such love.

 

Almost

                “Almost getting the were’ doesn’t count, Sam—a hunt is neither horseshoes nor hand-grenades.”

 

Fort

                Watching Sam toss and turn in the nights after Jessica, Dean misses their childhood days so much it hurts.

 

Parent

                John knows he would die or kill for Mary—but for his sons, he’d kill her.

 

Sacrifice

                “Damn you, Dad—didn’t you think I should get the choice?”

 

Hate

                It isn’t often, but every now and then, when Sam thinks of Jessica, he hates her for dying and sending him back to the hunt.

 

Monster

                One of the greatest lessons Daniel ever taught John was to stay rooted in the real world; if you lose your grip on the light, he’d gruffly said, the darkness will swallow you whole.

 

Stable

                When Dean was twelve, they spent almost an entire year within walking distance of a riding school—it was the best thing Dean could remember.

 

Late

                On Halloween, Jessica realized she was two weeks late.

 

Certainty

                It was a fact of life: before John died, he would destroy Mary’s killer.

 

Offer

                Nothing was ever explicitly stated, but words weren’t needed—they were sated, he got money, and Sammy had food.

 

Belief

                Sam couldn’t decide whether or not to pray, but surely… for all the evils he’d seen, there had to be something good.

 

Remain

                They both swore to salt and burn the other, just in case.

 

Keep

                In a safety deposit box, hidden away, John has both his sons childhood mementos, things they think long lost and gone.

 

Dance

                Sometimes, every day of the year, John thinks back to Mary, and regrets that he didn’t take her out every single time she asked.

 

Steady

Wrapped around a gun almost bigger than him, Dean’s hands do not tremble.

 

Child

                His childhood died with his mother when he was six months old.

 

Protect

                “Take your brother outside, as fast as you can.”

 

Friend

                She wrote the email and sent it, not expecting much; when Sam showed up, his brother beside him, she realized he was a better person than she’d ever thought.

 

Whisper

                Most of his dreams are nightmares, now, and her voice threads through them all.

 

Instinct

                Killing is in their blood, deep in their bones, and Dean knows that Sam will learn he can’t escape it, no matter how fast or far he runs.

 

Act

                He played a good game, the best she’d seen in a long time, but not even Dean Winchester could fool Death into letting him go.

 

Shine

                In his nightmares, Dean has eyes that glint golden in the darkness.

 

Flirt

                Even at death’s door, Layla supposes, someone as beautiful as him can’t resist.

 

Thirst

                Upon awakening, the first thing Kate noticed was how parched she felt.

 

Bath

                It’d be a long time before Andrea could go into the bathroom without expecting… something.

 

Purple

                A few days after Sammy learned the color of royalty, he dyed all of Dean’s white shirts purple.

 

Abyss

                Sometimes, Meg wishes she were crazy instead of possessed—she bets that’d be easier to take.

 

Mate

                Kate thinks the perfect revenge for Luther would be choosing one of Winchester’s sons to take in his place.

 

Stay

                “Wait,” she said, “Spend the night”—but Dean had somewhere to be.

 

Freedom

                Sam wonders if freedom has a taste as the bus rolls towards California, because all he tastes is regret.

 

Baptism

                He was baptized at age twenty-two by his girlfriend’s blood; sometimes, he wonders what that can possibly say about him.

 

Perception

                If there is no true reality, Dean thinks, why would someone perceive this?

 

Cavern

                Tommy can’t stand the dark or small spaces anymore, Haley won’t let him out of her sight, and Ben is learning to shoot a gun.

 

Innate

                The first time Sam picked up a knife, he felt a small thrill; twenty-plus years later, he picks up a blade and feels whole.

 

Arrival

                Max cowered against the wall, Dad screaming, and wondered what he could possibly have done; a few hours later, a book jumped into his hand.

 

Expectation

                John knew Sam hated hunting, but he also knew Sam couldn’t ever truly escape.

 

Comfort

                At four years old, Sam ran to Dean; at twenty-four, he went to the same place.

 

Forever

                Not even death can stop them, It realizes, and then John’s ghost smiles.

 

 Coal

                Sam really fucking hates hillbillies and their barns and their thirteen year old daughters who hold knives to Dean’s eyes.

 

Hand

                John remembers how soft her skin was, how fragile her fingers wrapped in his, how her hand trembled when he slipped on the ring.

 

Records

                Dean really fucking hates libraries.

 

Wedded

                “Those boys of yours, John,” Missouri said tartly, “you’ve ruined them for anyone but each other.”

 

Iron

                Sarah will never look at another painting without wondering.

 

Army

                John looks at Dean and tries to see his son, Mary’s boy—but all he sees is a soldier, the warrior he’s turned Mary’s darling into.

 

Barrier

                A giant wall separates Kat from the girl she was before the asylum. 

 

Guilt

                Only Sam notices that Dad sometimes can’t meet Dean’s gaze; from the few pictures, he knows that Dean has Mom’s eyes.

 

Escape

                It took him awhile, but finally Sam knows he’ll never leave the hunt.

 

Age

                Long ago, Dean resigned himself to never growing old.