tigriswolf | SN canon drabbles: 2.7-2.10 (Reply)

that which we are, we are

She wants him to turn on Dean. They all do. Sell his brother out to save his own skin. Send Dean to death row so he can go back to Stanford.

Tell them that Dean killed Jessica and all those women in St. Louis, killed Giles and his wife. Say that he went along with it out of fear and twisted devotion.

Yes, it was all his fault. I didn’t know what to do. Thank God it’s all over. Thank God, I’m finally free.

He knows what they want to hear. He’ll never say the words. Dean’s not a monster, nowhere near the man they make him out to be. And if he goes down, whether he likes it or not, Sam’ll go down with him.

I close my eyes and suck you in like fire

He’s so beautiful, young Dean Winchester. It’s a pleasure just to be near him, able to look at him. The bonus is taunting him with his father’s fate. Anger gives him a wonderful glow.

She bathes in his fury and his pain, in his desperation. He’d kill himself to keep his brother and father safe, if he had the chance, so she plays on that—his soul would be a grand prize.

He thinks he’s such a clever child, trying to trap her in his car. She laughs at his audacity and strides away.

But Dean calls her back, eyes big and face sad. Quite the adorable boy. She can’t help but pity him.

Then she realizes she is trapped, that she has underestimated the elder Winchester.

A mistake she won’t make twice.

Brother, leave no man behind

Sam tells him to go, but Dean—stupid, foolish bastard—refuses to leave. Sam raises his voice and Dean just says, “Sam, for the last time… no.” His voice is so tired.

Sam wants him to get out, to live. They’re all that’s left of their family, and someone needs to survive, to get the demon.

Dean just gazes down at the cold guns in his hands, places them on the counter.

His whole life, Dean’s never been further away than a phone call. And now, in his stubborn, pig-headed, protect Sam no matter what way, he refuses to let Sam become a monster alone.

Sam would hate the bastard, if he didn’t love him so much.

Once I was young and bold

This tall guy from her nightmare is crazy, has to be, but he can explain what’s going on, so she stays. She listens to his madness, and it sounds pretty convincing, which frightens Ava. She’s always prided herself on being reasonable and responsible, down-to-earth, never letting hope or fear cloud her judgment.

And this guy, Sam—he’s turning her world on its axis. But he’s here with her, grounded and strong.

So maybe everything will be okay.

onwards