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Title: Watercolors and stick figures
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Excerpted with permission from “Artifacts” by [profile] tigremere.Just for fun. 
Warnings: spoilers for pilot 
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 424
Point of view: third
Notes: For RE

Watercolors and stick figures
Faded masterpieces created by hands
That were small a long time ago 


Sammy brought home an art project once. It was a monstrosity of glue and purple paper and yellow paint. It was wrinkled and funny looking and Daddy wasn’t there to tell him it was beautiful. 

Dean was, though.

-

Sammy brought home a painting once. Sticky finger paints(green and blue) and thick paper(red) and he couldn’t wait to show Daddy his landscape, because Mrs. Munroe said it was so good and how much Daddy would like it. 

Daddy patted his head as he went out the door and didn’t glance at the painting. 

Dean did, though.

-

Sam brought home a recommendation for honors courses once. He placed the note on the counter, next to Dad’s beer. He went to his room, pulled out The Once and Future King and pretended to be anywhere else. 

Dean slipped into the apartment an hour later and read the letter.

Dad never saw it and they moved the next week, anyway.

-

Sam brought home an award for creative writing once. The story was about a family that moved around because the dad was never happy and how they slowly fell apart. 

Mr. Williams praised Sam’s intricate details and understanding of fraying family relations; he had no idea Sam wrote from personal experience because Sam didn’t share anymore. 

Dean read the story. Sam pretended to not notice when Dean’s voice broke as he said, “Good job, Sammy.”

Dad didn’t notice the award on the fridge or the way Dean almost glared at him.

-

Sam brought home an acceptance letter from Stanford once. 

Dad noticed that one.

Dad told him he couldn’t go. Dean said he could.

Dean said he had to. Dad said it wasn’t Dean’s call.

Dean said it wasn’t his, either, it was Sam’s.

“And Sam made the choice a long time ago, Dad,” Dean finished quietly, staring straight into his father with his mother’s eyes. “He isn’t like us. This isn’t his crusade. Let him go.”

Sam sat in his room with his back against the door, music blaring, the letter clenched in his fists.

Dad said “If you leave, don’t come back.”

Sam said, “Fine.”

Dean didn’t say, “You don’t have to leave me, too,” but he did say, “Goodbye.”

-

Sammy brought home an art project once. 

Three years and two months after Sam leaves for his dreams, Dean’s alone in another hotel room and he pulls it out, smoothes it down, and wonders where the hell those days went.

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Date: 2006-07-01 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluesister.livejournal.com
*gasp*
*sob*
You should mark this as not safe at work.

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Date: 2006-07-01 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kharma2815.livejournal.com
God, why are these poor boys so easy to hurt?

Beautifully done.

Emma

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Date: 2006-07-01 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pheebs1.livejournal.com
Ah I really liked this.
Dad didn’t notice the award on the fridge or the way Dean almost glared at him. Aw Dean! And the art project survived all that time - bless.

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Date: 2006-07-02 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamzulma.livejournal.com
*cries* that's so sad and beautiful. this just makes me not like john winchester even more. *cries more*
well done!

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Date: 2006-07-02 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waka7.livejournal.com
Aww. Dean. Sam. Thank you for sharing!
Effective repetitions with an increasingly desolate variation...
Dean's constant support and attention, his quiet resolve when he confronts John on Sam's behalf, breaks my heart in the face of Sam's voluntary isolation and eventual departure (which choice Dean stands by)...oh, Dean. (For some reason, that it's beside John's beer that Sam places his letter of recommendation made me wince.)

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Date: 2006-07-02 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-octavia.livejournal.com
Want to rip my heart out a little more?! Love it.

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Date: 2006-07-03 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jolinarcarter.livejournal.com
I'm at the computer in the living room and if I start crying, everybody's going to stare at me.
I loved it.

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Date: 2006-07-03 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jolinarcarter.livejournal.com
Oh yes. And I added this to my memories.

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Date: 2006-12-30 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamstealthyone.livejournal.com
My heart broke about a bazillion times here. Very well written, so hurty in every section, with wonderful details and good dialogue.

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Date: 2007-01-19 01:35 am (UTC)
ext_7751: (young Sammy & Dean 2)
From: [identity profile] janissa11.livejournal.com
So sweetly sad. Reads like canon. Beautiful!

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Date: 2007-01-19 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likeasunburn.livejournal.com
Dean finished quietly, staring straight into his father with his mother’s eyes

Beautiful line. I loved the whole thing, but that stood out for me.

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Date: 2007-01-19 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rustyryan.livejournal.com
Cries. That was amazing. And sad. And true.

Great job.

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Date: 2007-01-19 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] severedscythe.livejournal.com
you made me cry. ;-;

Ohman. Sammy. T____T*hugs him*

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Date: 2007-01-19 05:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] percysowner.livejournal.com
Ouch, for both boys. For Sam as a child needing and not getting his Dad's love and for Dean as the adult who loses Sam (for a while). That's part of the problem being a parent, your kids grow up and move into their own lives. And Dean was Sam's parent as well as his brother. Nice job of showing that.

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Date: 2007-01-19 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faithinfaith.livejournal.com
OMG! you just had me sobbing. ;( this was so sad ;( But good! :) So I'll forgive you. Just don't do it again, OK? ;)

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Date: 2007-01-19 01:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gottalovev.livejournal.com
that was heartbreaking *clutches chest*

*hugs the boys*

thank you

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Date: 2007-01-19 02:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ultraviolet9a.livejournal.com
Three years and two months after Sam leaves for his dreams, Dean’s alone in another hotel room and he pulls it out, smoothes it down, and wonders where the hell those days went.

You gutted me. Not fair.

I love the way every scene is around some project or award and Dean's always there and John is far off. And only in the Stanford thingy he does notice. I love the choice of the projects you made.

And i loved the punchline. The gutting one, i mean.

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Date: 2007-01-22 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morbidmoony.livejournal.com
Holy God. Just, ugh. This breaks me into tiny, tiny bits. This was absolutely lovely. And how it's tied all together is wonderful.

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Date: 2007-01-25 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katikat.livejournal.com
You know, this is so incredibly sad that it made me all teary eyed. Thank you for writing and sharing!

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Date: 2007-01-28 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] z3s-keep-going.livejournal.com
Yeah, where'd those days go?

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Date: 2007-02-05 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tru-faith-lost.livejournal.com
Oh, this was just lovely and heartbreaky. I don't know how you manage to do it, but I read that this was like four hundred words, and when I finished reading the actual fic, I felt like I'd just read the entire Winchester Manifesto. You pack such a wallop with your writing, darling. It's just perfect. Don't ever change it.

HT

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Date: 2007-02-05 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] metallicar-sex.livejournal.com
I don't know how you did it. But I just bawled my fucking eyes out. Seriously, I can't stop crying and now I'm gonna have to re-do my eyeliner. And I have never cried at a fan fic. Honestly? That just plain hurt.
Damn it, Dean! You should have said it!
I think it was the simplicity of your writing that really did it. So many people try to explain it in elaborate detail, and they do well, but it never really cuts like this one did. You should be extremely proud - I am!

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Date: 2007-02-05 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] swanseajill.livejournal.com
Loved that a lot. So much said in so few words.

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Date: 2008-07-27 10:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] metallicar-sex.livejournal.com
OMG I actually teard up then.

>_< you're mean!

... =) I love it!!

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Date: 2008-07-27 10:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] metallicar-sex.livejournal.com
Hey! I already read this once. Over a year ago!

Wow =D

Heh ... cool

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Date: 2008-12-27 02:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kliqzangel.livejournal.com
Holy Crap! I've been blindsided by angst! My favorite kind.

Love this especially how the achy hurt snuck up on me at the end. Wonderful!

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