fly like an eagle - SN fic - PG13
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tigriswolfTitle: fly like an eagle
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: Hendrickson’s family is mine. The rest aren’t. Just for fun. Title from “Night Flyer”
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: um… non-incestuous slash. But mostly gen.
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 1250
Point of view: third
Notes: for taniapretender, to the prompt Hendricksen's kid watching his father getting more and more obsessed with the Winchesters every day. Bonus point if said kid gets to meet the Winchesters. I’m not entirely sure this is what you wanted, but… I hope you like nonetheless!
taniapretender, to the prompt Hendricksen's kid watching his father getting more and more obsessed with the Winchesters every day. Bonus point if said kid gets to meet the Winchesters. I’m not entirely sure this is what you wanted, but… I hope you like nonetheless! Billy was five the first time he heard Winchester uttered like a curse.
He asked Madeline who Winchester was and she said, “Someone Daddy’s after.”
And that was that. Daddy was after Winchester, and Daddy always got the bad guy, no matter how tough or smart the bad guy was.
Always.
Except Billy kept hearing the name Winchester over the years. Through elementary, though junior high, through high school—never that frequently, but always constant.
He was fifteen the day he and Dad went jogging together at dusk and the shadow unraveled from a fence, chased after them, grabbed Dad and shattered him on the sidewalk.
Billy screamed and the shadow hovered by him, but faded away.
No one believed him, not even Madeline. They all thought Billy was traumatized by men attacking his father and beating him to death right in front of his eyes.
But Billy knew what he saw. He knew. And he couldn’t wait for the shadow to come back for him, possibly get Mama or Madeline or Jack.
Billy was newly sixteen the day he left, one of Dad’s guns in the holster beneath his jacket. He didn’t know what good a gun could do against a shadow, but it was better than nothing.
He left three notes, one each for the remainder of his family. He knew they’d try to find him, but he learned a lot from Dad. So he vanished.
He decided to go by Will now, since Billy was Dad’s son. Dad was dead—so was Billy.
He wandered. It was harder than he’d expected, especially after the somewhat affluent life he’d lived before. But he survived. He picked pockets and he drifted, and he ate so little he wondered if he’d float away. But he remembered the stories of what happens to kids—even if he wasn’t really a kid anymore—on the road. He kept to himself, kept a wary eye on everyone else.
He was barely seventeen the first time he accepted a ride from a stranger, and the driver wasn’t much older than him, and no bigger. So he figured it was as safe as he’d get.
Will didn’t know much about cars, but he could tell it used to be a nice one. And was in good condition, as cars older than dirt went.
“’67 Chevy Impala,” the driver told him, hazel eyes gleaming and white teeth flashing in a charming grin. “My uncle gave her to me, said Dad would’a wanted me to have her.”
The easy reference to a father cut Will, but he kept his emotions to himself. This guy didn’t know, couldn’t—so it wasn’t fair to lash out.
“I’m Ben,” he said, turning the windshield wipers up a notch. The pounding rain was the only reason Will’d accepted the ride. “Ben Braedon.”
“Will Hendrickson,” he replied.
Turned out, Ben had no idea how to shut up. He talked and talked and talked, and even though Will had pegged him as older, Ben reminded him sharply of Jack.
Which hurt. Will hadn’t seen his baby brother since he’d gone by Billy.
It was hard to not get caught up in Ben’s excitement with the world, and before long—a couple hours after he accepted the ride—Will told him why he’d left home.
Ben listened as well he talked, intently, and he didn’t react like Will had come to expect.
“A shadow,” he repeated softly, and Will waited for the derision, for the wary look. A moment passed and then Ben said, “I think I should take you to my uncle.”
He took his eyes off the road for just a second, shearing Ben with an expression he hadn’t seen since Dad. “Trust me, Will. My uncle can help. Let me take you to him?”
His world’s knowledge said no, don’t trust a stranger. But his gut said yes. He needed to know what killed his father, why, and how to destroy it.
“Okay,” he replied, and Ben’s smile was sunshine.
Ben’s uncle was named Sam. Will didn’t make any jokes. He hadn’t really been in a funny mood since that jog at dusk.
“Sam Winchester,” Ben said. “Will Hendrickson.”
Winchester niggled something in Will’s mind, and the guy’s eyes widened for a moment before his face cleared.
“How can I help?” he asked, sinking down carefully into a chair. Ben tossed himself back onto the couch and Will perched next to him.
He wasn’t sure what this guy could do, but anything was better than what he’d found so far.
So he told Sam Winchester everything.
Sam promised to call in some favors, find out what he could. Will wouldn’t hold his breath.
When Ben invited him back on the road for a hunting trip, Will said yes. He used Sam’s phone to call home, let them know he was still alive. It was long overdue.
Mama begged him to come home and Jack swore at him. Madeline just breathed down the line and then softly told him to be careful. “I am,” he replied. “Take care of them, okay?”
“Goodbye, Billy,” Madeline said.
If Will’s eyes watered a little, Ben didn’t say a thing.
Ben taught him the ropes and they swung by Sam’s every couple of months. Will remembered where he’d heard the name Sam Winchester before, but the man he knew wasn’t the one Dad used to curse about. And if Sam was Ben’s uncle… but it didn’t matter.
“What happened to your father?” Will asked one night, listening to Ben breathe in the other bed.
“Something was faster than him,” Ben answered quietly after a minute.
“I’m sorry,” Will said, the gaping wound Dad left in him aching.
A long, painful moment passed before Ben whispered, “I only met him three times, all in the same couple’a days.”
Will had no reply to that.
Will was twenty when Sam finally called him and said, “I’ve got it.”
Armed with knowledge and hate, Will went home, Ben at his side.
The shadow waited on the sidewalk where it killed his father. Ben read the incantation and Will lit the candle
The shadow howled and shrieked, wind whipping around them; Ben flew into a tree and slid to the ground, the book flopping uselessly to the side.
“Ben!” Will rushed to him, candle falling to the concrete.
But Ben had finished the chant before being thrown, and the shadow dissipated with a groan.
“Ben,” Will said, relief surging through him when he felt Ben’s heartbeat beneath his hand. “Shit, man.”
Will’s phone rang and he only answered when he saw it was Sam. “He’s fine, dude,” Will said swiftly. “We’re comin’ home.”
“Your father would be proud,” Sam told him. “Know that, Will. He was a good man, and he’d be proud of you.”
It was the closest Sam ever came to telling him, and Will knew that he knew.
“Thanks,” Will responded.
Ben’s eyelids fluttered and he hung up on Sam. “Don’t do that again, okay?” Will said as he stirred. “Don’t.”
Ben grinned at him. “Worried or somethin’?”
Will forced a chuckle. “Or somethin’.” He stood and held out a hand, pulled Ben up. “Let’s go home, alright?”
Raising a hand to the back of his head, Ben watched as Will picked up the book. “Home?” he asked. “You mean…”
Will nodded. “If you want.”
Ben’s smile was slow, and the most beautiful thing Will had ever seen. “Long as you want,” he said.
That’d be forever.
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Date: 2007-11-11 06:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 08:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 07:39 am (UTC)I loved it, enjoyed every bit of it. It outta become a 'verse, I'm tellin' ya ;)
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Date: 2007-11-11 08:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 09:53 am (UTC)I really like the shorter fics and yours epitomize why; because you fit so much in and in a way the characters and plots are more complete because of the oblique approach. less is more. yeah.
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Date: 2007-11-11 08:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 10:56 am (UTC)(Small question, this could just be me reading it wrong but Will’s phone rang and Ben only answered when he saw it was Sam. should that be Ben's phone rang and Will only answered?)
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Date: 2007-11-11 05:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 08:04 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-11-11 02:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 08:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 03:19 pm (UTC)Lovely work! :D
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Date: 2007-11-11 08:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 05:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-11 08:05 pm (UTC)very nice take
Date: 2008-01-17 02:21 am (UTC)Re: very nice take
Date: 2008-01-17 02:24 am (UTC)