Definition II - SN fic

[tigriswolf]

Title: Definition II
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season 1 and AU
Pairings: Sam/Jessica, John/Mary, only wincest if you're looking hard
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1290; fifty-one sentences this time
Notes: not the same universe as the previous part and some words are repeated; 'ribbons of red' is the title of an Espantalho fic on ff.net.  You should check it out.

part 1

Ending 
       Someone screamed and John knew no more until he opened his eyes to Mary’s smiling face and “Welcome home, baby.”

Entrapment
       “You’re nothing to me, boy, do you understand?” it hissed to him with his father’s voice, and he wanted to say, “Then kill me,” but he couldn’t move his mouth.

Liar
       Sam told Jessica he loved her because he thought that’s what she wanted to hear—and it was the ‘normal’ thing to do.

Belief
         Even after everything, Sam believed Dad had Dean’s best interests at heart—he didn’t realize until it was too late that Dad cared only for killing the damned demon.

Despair
          Until the end, Dean kept on hoping Dad would snap out of it, would fight the demon off.

Perfection
             In one smooth motion Sam twisted, grabbed the gun, and fired; the bullet flew through the air and hit Dad in the heart, killing him and the demon both—too late.

Angel
         The first time John looked at Mary, he thought the term angelic should have her picture next to it in the dictionary.

Demon
          “I’ve won,” Sam’s father’s voice hissed, sneering at him, standing over Dean’s prone form.

Movie
            “I wanna see Lord of the Rings,” the blonde announced to the room at large and Sam looked up from the petite brunette he was talking to.

Fairytale
            “And they rode into the sunset, living happily ever after, Sammy,” Dean whispered as he died.

Promise
        Sam swore that every wound on Dean would be repaid in full—another oath he never kept.

Butterfly
              Mary loved the Monarch; every spring she’d sit out in the garden and watch them—after, John couldn’t stand the damned things.

Protection
                Dean salted every door and window in every hotel room he ever stayed in; the four years Sam was gone, he salted twice as much, convincing himself it’d transfer.

Ring
         He wanted to get her a diamond, but Jessica told him amethyst was her favorite.

Poetry
            Dean loved horses and Sam didn’t understand; once, after the fifth(out of ten) time he’d ridden one of the behemoths, he laughed, “They’re poetry, Sammy.”

Blue
               Dean stared up at the sky, age ten, and wondered how he could keep Sam safe, keep Sam close, and get Sam all the dreams Dean knew he’d have one day.

Picture
         Old, faded, and wrinkled—“Do you have a newer one?” Jessica asked and Sam shook his head, so she smiled and said, “It’s beautiful, baby.”

Orion
                Dean taught Sam everything he knew about everything; he didn’t know every single lesson stuck.

Clock
            Time is something they never had enough of, John thinks at her grave, and lays the sunflower on the stone.

Freedom
             Every new day Dean saw, he’d stand in the sun for a minute, eyes closed, face towards the sky.

Scarlet
         “Ribbons of red, darling,” it purred with Dad’s voice, slicing him open some more, “ribbons of red trailing out.”

Choice
            The day after Dean died, Sam held a fully loaded gun to his head and very nearly pulled the trigger.

Innocence 
          Dean can remember when he used to check under the bed for presents because sometimes Mommy hid stuff for him; now he checks for monsters because one stole Mommy away.

Cold
               The empty space where Dean used to reside leaves Sam freezing even in July.

Experience
                By the time Sam turned thirteen he’d broken the law over a thousand times; Dean always had him beat, though, and with a smile.

Confusion
         “I don’t know what to do,” Sam said desperately, a week after Jessica died, “Every time I close my eyes I see her and I  can’t—” Dean cut him off with a hug, to both their surprise, and Sam accepted the comfort like they were kids again.

Golden
                “Not all who wander are lost,” the wise-woman said and Dean scoffed, “Might as well be.”

Upside
               At least the demon died laughing—that’s more than most can say.

Damnation
             Dean once swore he’d go to Hell if it meant Sammy would get to Heaven.

Salvation
             Sam once swore, after Dean lost more days because he was an overprotective jackass, that he’d tear down the walls of Paradise if Dean wasn’t there.

Burn
         Where there’s smoke there’s fire, Dean always said, and Sam’s looking and looking—Dean’s body is there and Dean’s eyes are open, but no one’s home and someone’s screaming, and Sam thinks it’s him, and he wants Dean to say, Shut the fuck up, Sammy, but Dean doesn’t, there’s only Sam and blood and the keening wail—there’s smoke but there’s no fire, and Sam is utterly alone.

Follow
               “C’mon, dude,” Dean says, shoving Sam in front of him, “Go get her.”

Downside
               Everything has a price, Sam knows—those four years of normality cost Jess her life.

Beginning
       Dean clutched Sammy tight in his arms and wanted Mommy and Daddy to come out of the house and pick him up and hug him until he woke—because surely he was dreaming.

Hero
             Heroes don’t get happy endings, John knows—which doesn’t bother him, since he’s never thought of himself as one.

Victory
             Bloodied and bruised, they helped each other back to the hotel room—even if Dean couldn’t feel his left wrist and Sam’s eyesight kept blinking on and off(probably something he should get checked out) they were alive.

Glory
                “You know,” Dean said conversationally to the corpse, gesturing to the dirty floor and the blood-splattered walls and the guts staining his pants, “they always leave this part out of the stories.”

Forever
           John touched the headstone, traced the letters, pressed his lips to her name, and whispered, “Forever—that’s what we swore.”

Tiger
             Even though panthers were his favorite animal, Dean always had a special place for the king of cats—he thinks it has something to do with the last gift his mother gave him.

Invincible
              Sam once thought Dean couldn’t be hurt by anything; he eventually learned many things made Dean bleed, and that he made Dean bleed the most.

Tarnish
            “You’re beautiful, you know that?” the demon murmured with Dad’s voice, and then it laughed harshly, “What I would give to tarnish you!”

Nick
              It was a small little cut on his finger, just a scratch—and then the bitch got infected, and damn it hurt like Hell.

Memory
             “I can read his thoughts, little boy,” it hissed from Dad’s mouth, “and he blames you for everything.”

Quiet
               For one heartbeat everything was silence—and then a scream tore the air in two as he realized he was just… too late—after everything he was too late

Dream
               Sam used to watch Dean sleep, wondering how such a hard, strong hunter could look so innocent, so young.

Jealousy
                 Dean has memories of Mom, memories he holds close and sometimes shares, but only if Sammy’s been real real good.

Killer
          Sam glanced over at the man and smirked; ten years down the road from that night, and he knows he’s lost parts of himself—but the man’s a bastard and Sam’s in the mood to cause pain.

Hope
              Standing in the sunlight, eyes closed and face towards the sky, Sam feels—peaceful, finally; maybe Heaven isn’t beyond him, even after everything, and Dean’s waiting.

Rest
            John closes his eyes and doesn’t see Mary on the ceiling—he sees Mary smiling, reaching out, and gently she touches his face.

Light
             Sam throws his head back and screams—an explosion behind his eyes hurts more than anything except Dean’s death and he knows it’s all finally over.

Brother
            “’bout time, Sammy.”

part 3