where the cowboy rides away - SN fic - PG
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tigriswolfTitle: where the cowboy rides away
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun. Title from “The Cowboy Rides Away” by George Strait. Elessar is one of Aragorn's names in The Lord of the Rings.
Warnings: spoilers for “Something Wicked”
Pairings: John/Mary, Mary’s parents
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 400
Point of view: third
Point of view: third
Notes: I rode a horse for the first time in a month and half last night. Hence this.
More notes: part of my Dean canon
More notes: part of my Dean canon
Dean was three when John had a major accident in the garage. He spent two weeks in the hospital and Mary was with him every step of the way. Mary’s parents kept Dean at their house just outside of Lawrence.
When John finally went home, Mary picked up Dean and he cried every minute of the way to their house. Mary called her parents after she finally got Dean(still sobbing and screaming) inside, and her momma explained, “He loved the horses.”
Mary nodded and said, “Of course.”
That weekend, she took him back to her parents. John was asleep at home and Mary climbed up on Elessar, the gray Percheron she’d known since she was seven, perched Dean in front of her.
“Must be inherited,” her father called as they trotted around the pasture. “Your momma, you, your boy—all horse-fools!”
Mary laughed and lightly asked Elessar to trot faster. Dean giggled, nestling against her.
“When you get big enough to help take care of a horse,” Mary whispered into his hair, “you think we should get one?”
Dean nodded emphatically, turning around to look at her with her own huge hazel eyes.
“What should we name him?” she asked, kissing his forehead.
“Greystone,” Dean decided with a serious nod.
“Alright then, baby boy,” Mary said, every word cemented with sincerity. “For your tenth birthday, we’ll go look for a horse.”
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Dean’s tenth birthday came and went in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin. A witch almost drained Sammy of his life and Dad lost faith in Dean.
For some reason he couldn’t really recall, Dean dreamed of horses that night, huddled with Sammy in the backseat of the Impala. He dreamed of horses and sunshine and a warmth at his back; of kind, loving laughter surrounding him; of long blond hair cascading around him. Words echoed in the dream—we are horse people, love, always have been. It’s in our blood, that desire to ride, to be near them. It’s the greatest freedom we’ll ever know. In the dream, he felt a kiss pressed to his cheek, his forehead, and the words sank into his skin. You’ll have a horse of your own one day, Dean. It’s in our blood.
On the way to Pastor Jim’s, Dad driving like crazy, Dean pulled Sam close and dreamed of his mother, dreamed of horses, dreamed of a freedom he hadn’t known since he was four years old.
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Date: 2007-02-15 07:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-16 05:18 pm (UTC)Absolutely _lovely_ icon.
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Date: 2007-02-16 06:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-15 07:18 pm (UTC)And then, for what *really* happened on Dean's 10th birthday; I mean, that just kills me anyway. But when you link it to what *should* have happened? Pain, sorrow, tears.
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Date: 2007-02-16 05:20 pm (UTC)I keep trying to write happy fics and it's just not working out. *sighs*
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Date: 2007-02-15 07:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-02-15 11:21 pm (UTC)I like that this bit of Mary is still in him.
Nice. :)
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Date: 2007-02-16 05:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-16 12:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-16 05:30 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-02-16 04:48 pm (UTC)HT
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Date: 2007-02-16 05:39 pm (UTC)*deep breath*
If you ever get Dean to come over for a ride, invite me. Please?
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Date: 2007-02-16 05:48 pm (UTC)And Dean is soooo coming over to ride. I'm sending him subliminal messages through the massive amounts of iron on the Impala.
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Date: 2007-02-16 05:55 pm (UTC)Along with wolves and panthers, they're my favorite.
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Date: 2007-02-16 05:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-16 06:17 pm (UTC)I also love sharks and snakes.
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Date: 2007-02-17 01:13 am (UTC)Of sheer happiness.
I've always wanted to somehow mix horses and the Winchesters(because my love for both is like WHOA), and you do it so beautifully... I want to cry. =3 In a good way.
Thank you.
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Date: 2007-02-18 09:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-17 10:12 am (UTC)This paragraph? This one right here? KILLED ME DEAD. Oh, Dean<.
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Date: 2007-02-18 09:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-02-20 08:32 am (UTC)I really like
Date: 2007-02-21 08:27 pm (UTC)Great Job
sorry
Date: 2007-02-21 08:29 pm (UTC)Re: sorry
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Date: 2007-03-15 03:53 pm (UTC)You really packed the punch with power when you brought up the witch that almost drained Sam around his tenth birthday. Wowza!
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Date: 2007-03-15 04:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-09 08:46 am (UTC)*sobs*
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