Definition III - SN fic

[tigriswolf]

Title: Definition III
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: serious AU; spoilers for season 1
Pairings: Sam/Jessica, John/Mary, wincest if you really want it
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1206; fifty-six sentences, lovies
Notes: only one repeated word this time; still a different universe from the previous two

part 1
part 2

Chains
                Dean pretends he isn’t trapped in a life he doesn’t want every time he follows Dad’s orders to the letter because of a fuck-up more than a decade old.

Arabia
            The white horses canter around the ring and Dean watches, envious of the kids who don’t know hardship or want; they have freedom, and their laughter fills the air.

Tsunami
               The pain swells in his chest despite no visible wound and Dean watches Sam step onto the bus.

Treachery
                He never picked a side, yet they both thought of him as a traitor, anyway.

Grace
              “You’re only alive by the grace of God, son,” Pastor Jim told him and John just barely kept himself from scoffing.

Whisper
            He could hear her, sometimes, just an echo of her laughter in the wind; and then, almost see her as her sons played.

Paint
              “It’s not that important, really,” Sammy said in a rush, the paper clutched in his hands and his eyes not meeting Dean’s, “but I drew this for you.”

Sky
           Sam stared at the clouds, wondering if Jess was up there somewhere, at peace.

War
            Dean never wanted this, never dreamed of it, never planned for it—but this fight came to him and Dad needs help, and someone’s got to make sure Sam’s hopes aren’t dashed like his.

One
        “One day,” Mary said to Dean, telling him a story before bedtime, “the sky will stretch forever and the sun will shine bright and you’ll spread your wings far enough to soar.”

Love
            “If you walk out that door, don’t you come back.”

Name
                “Hey, I’m Jessica.”

Violet
                The petals scatter on her grave and he almost smiles before turning and walking back to the Impala.

Vengeance
            “We’ve got work to do.”

Prerogative
             Sam thought it was everyone’s right to reach for their dreams, to have freedom; clearly, Dad didn’t agree.

Hallelujah
              John wondered if Mary had joined the choir in Heaven—he’d always told her she sang like an angel.

Mountaintop
             Standing on the ledge, John looks over, and wonders what it’d be like to fly.

Expulsion
             Dean wasn’t stupid, not by any means, but he always rode the fence on getting kicked out of school.

Bully
         “Dean, I understand, really I do, but you have to stop getting in fights just because they went after Sammy.”

Persnickety
                Sam was a picky eater, only eating sugary messes until Dean told him that broccoli was magical and it made Momma smile if he chose it.

Broken
                They never talked about it, never, and Sam wanted to, but Dean wouldn’t answer any questions—the first months after Sam left were closed to discussion, end of story.

Misery
         Hell, Dean thinks, is being the one left standing alone when everyone you love walks away without looking back.

Regret
            John didn’t make it to Sam’s play, even though—Sam would never believe him—he’d wanted to.

School
               “Dean, the school called again today—when are you going to quit making trouble?”

Blade
                The dagger gleamed in the moonlight; Dean ran his finger along the edge and smiled when the blade cut deep.

Requiem
          John bowed his head and clutched Sammy close while the rest of the mourners walked away; Dean stood, solemn and silent, by his side.

Porcelain
        The poltergeist grabbed Dean and swung him around into the wall; some of his ribs snapped like twigs and John’s rage burned even higher.

Torn
               After Chicago, after Dean sent Dad away, Sam watched him like a hawk and could see just how torn up Dean was; of course, he later realized, he still didn’t have a fucking clue.

Wake
       Jessica wondered if she’d ever awaken from this nightmare, from the stench of charred flesh and smoke, from the heat and the burn, and Sam’s mother told her, “No, we won’t.”

Sleep
             Dean hasn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep in over twenty years.

Paradox
             Sam shook his head in disbelief; sometimes, Dean acted so much like a child, finding joy in everything, and other times he… seemed so weary.

Chaos
             It happened so swiftly—John looked away for a moment, glanced at the sky, and when he turned back, Dean was gone from the playground as though he’d never been.

Scorn
               Dean was so proud of his skills, of his ability to create new things from bit-parts, and Sam’s words—Yeah, I can see that—hit him deep inside… not that he let Sam see, of course.

Ebony
         She gleamed in the sunlight, his noble steed—Dean snorted and wondered if that made him a knight or a prince.

Jagged
             Mary smiled at her boys, her soul hurting at their pain; as she stepped past Dean, she wished she could heal him, just a little, because it was all going to get so much worse.

Soldier
         Sam would never get his brother; every time he started with, “You don’t always have to do what he says!” Dean would cut in with, “Yeah, I do,” and that was it.

Cave
            “Y’know, this coulda been avoided, Sammy, if you’d just listened to me.”

River
         John wondered if he had enough to pay Charon when it came to that.

Parent
               Mary tickled Dean before kissing him goodnight.

Holy
                 Jessica didn’t go to church often, but Sam didn’t go at all.

Pale
                  For some reason, Dean had expected more—not a wrinkled, old dude in a suit.

Abyss
               He could feel it, the overwhelming pain and rage and hate on his edges, and he knew he needed to take control or he’d fall and not be able to claw his way out.

Marriage
             “I do, Mary—God, I do.”

Law
              “What do you want to do—ask the good doctor if I can steal his torture devices before he uses them on someone else?”

Soul
             Sometimes, Dean thought he’d pay good money to have his soul wrenched from his body so that he couldn’t feel anymore.

Legend
              “Hey—you think we should check out Nessie?”

Child
               Sam used to love watching “Thundercats” with Dean and eating spaghettios; sometimes, in the middle of class at Stanford, he misses those days more than he thought possible.

Employee
               “John, I’m going to have to cut you loose—you’re not focusing on your work anymore.”

Grief
          One time, when Dean was missing and John couldn’t find him anywhere, he thought about what would happen if Dean’d been stolen like Mary—for just an instant, John knew he wouldn’t be able to take it and everything would be over.

Pirate
               “Oh, c’mon, Dean, you cannot like Barbossa more than Jack!”

College
               Dean sometimes checked out brochures, but he never really planned on leaving.

Story
                 Caleb sometimes tried to look down the road and wonder what stories would be told about him.

Shard
             “Next time, Sammy, aim for the target and not a window.”

Ornate
        Meg peered into the blood and wondered what on Earth her father had thought, not letting her go after Sam—she could have had John, too, if he’d let her.

Test
                “This isn’t a quiz, Sam—I get that you think school is more important than people’s lives, so go on ahead.”

Adult
                Dean lowers the shotgun and watches the werewolf crumple to the ground.

part 4