Broken Smile - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Broken Smile

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: Dean’s not mine.

Warnings: AU before pilot

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 510

Point of view: third

Notes: continuation of age 8 in this fic

 

 

           “Get on down here!” Cassandra called from the kitchen, placing a plate of toast and eggs on the table. “Your breakfast is gonna get cold ’fore you’ve even touched it!”

            “Comin’, Mama Cass!” Dean yelled back and she heard him trump down the stairs. He silently padded into the kitchen, in black jeans and a black shirt.

            She frowned at him, having hoped he’d dress less depressing for his first day as a senior.

            Dean shrugged with a smile. “Might as well not falsely advertise, right?” he asked, but she saw the pain in his eyes.

It was a losing battle, but she had to say, “You’ve been mourning for almost fifteen years, Dean. Don’t you think it’s time you let them go?”

He didn’t answer, just sank into his chair and started eating. Cassandra gently ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head.

 

Everyone had told her it’d be a mistake to adopt the troubled boy who never spoke. Monica said she was placing too much stock in the hope that she could heal young Dean Winchester.

She loved him, though; had from the moment he first walked in her door, a solemn and silent boy. He entered her heart as easily as he entered her house, and she feared the day the system would move him on.

For three months he lived in her home. The twin boys who came with him left first, and the sweet six-year-old was soon adopted. Cassandra watched Dean with worry, wondering if the sore on his soul would ever heal.

Finally, she just decided to keep him herself, forever. She’d been unable to have kids of her own, and she’d never found a man worth keeping, but this broken little boy worked his way inside her heart.

A year after Cassandra met Dean Winchester, everything was finalized. He was her son, in all but blood. It wasn’t easy—he refused to trust her, having been burnt too often. He rarely spoke and never met her eyes.

It was hard, raising a broken boy that trusted no one, but by the time Dean was thirteen, he actually told Cassandra he loved her. He wasn’t free with physical affection, and she doubted he ever would be, but he no longer shied away at her touch.

He didn’t enjoy school and loathed crowds, but because Cassandra asked, Dean tried his best. His schooling before the adoption was spotty, so she tried to give him stability. He was a smart boy—he’d just never had cause to use his abilities before.

Dean wasn’t friends with anybody that she could tell, which saddened Cassandra. But he was trying, and she couldn’t ask for more than that.

 

“Want me to drive you?” Cassandra asked as Dean finished breakfast.

He shook his head. “Thank you, Mama Cass, but I’ll walk.”

She kissed his cheek goodbye, hoping that maybe this year he’d find someone worth keeping.

“I love you, Dean,” she called and he turned to smile over his shoulder. Such a gorgeous smile—she wished he’d share it more.

 

 

Comments

[theladyscribe]

Oh, Dean.

This was lovely in that heartbreaking, painful way you seem to have perfected. I like your Mama Cass, and I hope we'll be seeing more of her.

P.S. Your tagslist has a typo in it: instead of "dean lives, fanfic..." it says "dean lives. fanfic..." :)

[tigriswolf]

*facepalm* Thank you. *sigh*

Thank you for reading!

Where is your icon from?

[smilla02.livejournal.com]

Lovely, hurtful, ad infused with a sense of melancholy. I like Cassandra. And Dean, oh, Dean.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[lunardreamed.livejournal.com]

"He rarely spoke and ever met her eyes."
I think you mean "never"

I love this story. I miss Sam, but I love what you did with Dean. I especially love how in this one Dean found someone he could love, and who loves him back.

[tigriswolf]

*headdesk*

Thank you for reading!

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Nicely done. I think Cassandra’s POV works well here. It’s good to see Dean end up someplace where he’s loved like this.

Favorite lines:

“Might as well not falsely advertise, right?” he asked, but she saw the pain in his eyes.

Oh, Dean.

Cassandra watched Dean with worry, wondering if the sore on his soul would ever heal.

I like how you phrased this.

Such a gorgeous smile—she wished he’d share it more.

Nicely bittersweet ending.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[soxykitty.livejournal.com]

Oh Dean... *sigh*

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!