Home - SN fanfic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Home
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Not my characters.  Just for fun.
Warnings: none, really.  Spoilers for pilot and then AU somewhere after
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 351
Point of vew: second

I want to go home, Daddy.

I know, baby. But home isn’t there anymore.

Where is it?

It burned.

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Home is where the heart is. Home is where you hang your hat. Home is where you flee when life gets too hard.

Home, home, home… a house or apartment decorated with your soul.

Home—barely remembered and yearned for with an intensity that stole your breath.

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He can’t remember, your little brother. All he knows is an endless supply of apartments and hotel rooms and the odd house now and then.

He can’t remember safety, security, or happiness.

He has no memory of Momma, of her laughter or smile or scent or touch. He can’t imagine the Daddy that lives in your memory.

He doesn’t feel the pain of Momma being chased away by fire.

And you are just as thankful as you are jealous.

Not that you ever tell him that.

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He is your home, he and your father. All you need. You’d say all you want, but it’d be a lie because you still yearn for her. You try your hardest to do what you think she would—feed them and mend them and try to hold everything together while it all falls apart.

You do what they need even when they don’t know it. When they curse you for it.

You let Sammy go, even though it kills you.

And you bring him back, even though it kills Jessica and every dream of home he’s ever had.

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I want to go home, Daddy.

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Your home is not a house or an apartment. Your home is not a place that can be found on a map. Your home is not the Impala, either. Your home isn’t Dad or a gun in your hand or the smell of sweat, blood, or fire.

Your home is Sam. And you want to go home.

But home burned.

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I want to go home, Daddy.

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Home burned and you scattered his ashes to the wind.

Then you stuck a gun in your mouth and pulled the trigger.

Comments

[chelseafrew.livejournal.com]

So. Incredibly. Sad. Poor Dean.

Thank you so much for sharing your work. Even if it did break my heart.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for your thanks.

[heartfallen.livejournal.com]

That was so sad!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading.