Definition IV - SN fic

[tigriswolf]

Title: Definition IV
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: serious AU; spoilers for season 1 and the first two eps of season 2
Pairings: Sam/Jessica, John/Mary, wincest if you really want it
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1068; 59 sentences
Notes: a few more words repeated; still a different universe from the previous three

part 1
part 2
part 3

Fall

She knew she loved him when he smiled after getting splashed by scalding coffee and laughed away her apologies.

 

Conducive

Their life didn’t make reaching the stars easy, but Sam had the will, so he knew the way would come.

 

Killer

                He didn’t mean to, he really didn’t, and he’d almost forgotten—but the bloody tears rolled down his cheeks, and he can only be glad he had Sam to look after, or he might have lost it then and there.

 

Rose

                “It’s a cliché, I know,” she said, hazel eyes shining, “but, Johnny, they’re my favorite.”

 

Silver

                If every dark cloud has a lining that looms… watching Dad burn, he just can’t see it.

 

Snake

                He never learned The Demon’s name, but in his mind, he called it Lucifer.

 

Apple

                After Burkitsville, Dean still ate pie, but Sam couldn’t stand the smell of it.

 

Gorgon

                She flipped through the book, lost in old Greek myths, and John watched her, wondering if her golden hair felt as soft as it looked.

 

Poet

                He knew he loved her the day she smiled so bright she outshone the sun.

 

Vengeance

                “It’ll kill you, son,” Jim told him, but he knew John wasn’t listening.

 

Wings

                Watching them wheel across the sky, Dean almost regrets that he fears to fly.

 

Snapdragon

                Mary watches Dean study the flowers and smiles; his fascination reminds her of her own childhood and how much she misses her innocence.

 

Buried

                “You always knew Mary’s past would come to haunt you, John.”

 

Shattered

                When Sam looked at the Impala—Dean’s baby—and the wounds Dean’d given her, he knew nothing could ever be the same.

 

Thief

                 “Gotta tell ya, Sammy—your brother’s is the best skin I’ve worn.”

 

Red

                Out of all the colors in the world, Dean’s least favorite is blood.

 

Broken

                Seventeen times.

 

Memory

                When he dreams, he sees her dancing around the kitchen, hair flying around her, the world’s largest grin on her face.

 

Frame

                Without a frame, a house can’t stand; without Mary, John can’t breathe.

 

Anger

                Dean thinks about it sometimes, almost without meaning to—did Ellicott really give Sam anything that wasn’t already there?

 

Love

                “This isn’t love,” Sam snarled in that last fight before years of silence, “it’s obsession, you sorry bastard, and those aren’t anywhere near being the same thing.”

 

Elbow

                “I swear, Sammy, they’re the weirdest bone in the body.”

 

Heaven

                “Yes, Dean, there is Heaven—it’s where your momma is.”

 

Skeleton

                The bones jeered at him and it bothered him almost as much as the spirit throwing furniture.

 

Far

                A country and three years separated them, but Sam sometimes still expected to turn around and see Dean.

 

Hell

                Sam lay still, silent, unmoving—and Dean didn’t know what to do.

 

Loss

                John still looked for her in a crowd, and he always glanced twice at someone with flaxen hair.

 

Content

                With Jessica curled up in his arms, he realized he missed Dean.

 

Near

                They lived out of each other’s pockets, knew most everything about each other, couldn’t comprehend a life apart—until Sam did and left.

 

Ghost

                Missouri never wanted to see them but they ignored her request.

 

Die

                They call it luck, that he survived this long, but he knows it’s ‘cause he’s just so damned good.

 

West

                He wasn’t a cowboy and the west was no longer wild, but it still called to him, promising freedom.

 

Moon

                She stared up at the dark sky, body changing against her will; then she threw back her head and howled.

 

Puddle

                The rain’d finally ended, so Mary took Dean outside and let him play.

 

Invincible

                He knew the car wasn’t invincible, but until Sam saw it after the wreck, he couldn’t comprehend.

 

Special

                Most of his teachers could see the boy’s potential but they didn’t know how to make him care.

 

Hunter

                Ellen watched them, John’s boys—he’d been good, dangerous, but his sons…

 

Inches

                Even after he shot up half a foot and towered over Dean, Sam never thought of him as small.

 

Car

                Sometimes, Sam thought that if Dean had to pick between him and the car, he’d choose the damned Impala.

 

Disillusion

Within the first month at Stanford, Sam had ignored five hunts—and seven people died.

 

Hunt

                If often seemed to end in fire—Dean wondered when he’d finally burn.

 

Elder

                He never explained to Sam that it wasn’t a burden—protecting him was part of Dean’s genetic code.

 

Satisfaction

                “What do you want for dinner, Sammy?”

 

Tomb

                “Quiet as the grave,” Dean muttered. “They have no clue what the hell they’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

 

Kind

                No matter how many times he asked, Dean always gave Sammy the last of the Lucky Charms.

 

Salt

                Sometimes he had to choose between chocolate and salt when the money ran low—and it wasn’t a choice at all.

 

Cruel

                John never meant to hurt Dean, but after Mary he just didn’t know how to articulate anything anymore.

 

Marble

                Right after flying, Dean’s greatest fear was those creepy-ass statues whose eyes always followed him.

 

Constant

                Just like the sun rising every day, Sam knew if he called Dean, Dean’d come—so he never did.

 

Haunted

                It’s funny, but Dean never feared ghosts—he wasn’t afraid of revenants or spirits or any of their cousins, but he was fucking terrified of being left alone.

 

Autumn

                Jo loved watching the leaves change color and float to the ground—it meant she was older and the world kept turning and the Darkness hadn’t won yet.

 

Childish

                “I double dare you, Sammy.”

 

Prance

                Dean watched the Lipizzans dance across the screen, eyes wide with awe and wonder—and a smidge of jealousy, Jim noticed, but he didn’t say a thing.

 

Carve

                Whenever Halloween rolled around, Sammy would ask if they could decorate a pumpkin; sometimes, Dad said yes, but all the work fell to Dean.

 

May

                Sam graduated at the top of his class; Dean barely graduated at all.

 

Dare

                “The hell I’d do that for?”

 

Winter

                Sam loved playing in the snow, making angels and people, and throwing snowballs—and Dean loved watching him glow with innocent joy.

 

Stone

                He traced the words—they didn’t do Jessica justice, not at all.

 

World

                “You know, what I find interesting about you boys is that he’d watch the world burn to save you; but you, Dean, you’d light it afire to save him."

 

part 5