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tigriswolfTitle: because of my brother I stray through the wilderness and cannot rest
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Dedication:![[info]](https://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
layne67, in honor of her birth
Prompt: Sam's thoughts and his frame of mind when he buried Dean after the events in NRFTW. Sam taking off the amulet, putting in that lighter in Dean's pocket, cleaning and stitching Dean up maybe?
Notes: yes, it’s just as depressing as that prompt suggests. Title from Gilgamesh.
Sam, Bobby had said. Son, you don’t have to do this.
Yeah, Sam had answered. Yeah, I do.
It was the hardest thing he ever did.
But he did it.
o0o
First, he stripped Dean down. Washed him, gently. With holy water and tears, sometimes barely able to see.
Dean, he had said. Sobbed. Dean. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have—shit. Why didn’t you let me stay dead?
He waited for Dean to answer, and when his brother didn’t, he said what Dean would’ve said. Me for you, Sammy? Not even a question, dude.
After all the blood was gone, Sam slowly, meticulously stitched him up. He hadn’t even thought it to himself yet, but deep down, a part of him knew Dean would need this body back once Sam saved him.
There was no doubt that Sam would.
o0o
Sam, Bobby had said. We need to burn him. You know that’s what he wants.
What he wants? Sam hadn’t asked. He’s fucking burning in Hell, and you want to burn him on Earth, too?
No, Bobby, Sam had answered. He’ll need his body when he comes back.
Bobby had stared at him in horror, but Sam just looked back, unblinking, until Bobby turned away.
o0o
Dean, he whispered, before shutting the coffin. Dean, if you can hear me—just wait. I’m coming. I swear I’ll get you out, if it takes me forever.
He slipped the lighter into Dean’s pocket because when Dean woke up he’d need to be able to see.
As Sam stood back up, he saw the charm glinting on Dean’s chest, that necklace Sam gave him for Christmas. The one he never took off. Sam clenched his eyes shut and squeezed his fists tight, and made an oath to track Lilith down and rend her limb from limb, corporeal or not.
Sam gently slipped the leather cord from its home on Dean and slid it onto his neck.
He’d give it back to Dean soon enough.
o0o
Sam, Bobby had said, I should be there. It’s not—you shouldn’t be alone now.
Sam didn’t look at him, didn’t respond. Just stared at the pine box and Dean in it, Dean not moving, Dean pale and gray and so very silent.
Thanks, Bobby, Sam had replied. But go away now.
Bobby went.
o0o
Sam worked with precision, shoveling dirt onto Dean’s coffin. He didn’t stop to rest and he kept quiet. He hummed bits and pieces of songs Dean had liked, every now and then, singing the lyrics in his head.
Finally, it was done. He patted the dirt down and then hunted for a couple of sticks. Dean should have a marker, if only for the short amount of time he’d be in the ground.
Once he had the cross, he gently worked it in at the head of Dean’s grave. Tears coursed down his cheeks as he said, I’ll see you, Dean. I promise.
With Dean’s amulet clutched tight enough to hurt, Sam walked away.
Title: in Eden again
Fandom: “Gilmore Girls”
Disclaimer: the ones you recognize aren’t mine; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: um… I pretty much know nothing past season five. Future!fic
Pairings: pre(post?) Dean/Rory, Lorelai/Luke
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 655
Point of view: third
Notes: forpheebs1 in honor of her birthday
They meet again ten years later. Dean’s graduated from college and is the foreman of a construction company; Rory’s a mom and a freelance journalist. She’s living off her grandfather’s inheritance and her daughter’s name is Evangeline Lorelai.
“Hey,” Dean says. “How’ve you been?”
Rory smiles. “Wonderful,” she answers. “This is Lena,” she introduces the little girl peering around her legs. “Honey, say hi.”
Dean crouches down. The girl blinks at him with large blue eyes. She has wavy dark hair and tanned skin. “I’m Dean Forrester,” he tells her. “I knew your mom a long time ago.”
Lena murmurs, “Hi, Mr. Forrester.”
“Call me Dean,” he says and stands.
Rory’s grin is blinding. “We’re about to get ice cream,” she says. “Wanna come along?”
Dean smiles. “As long as Lena doesn’t mind.”
They both glance at her; she shakes her head and says softly, “He can come, Mama.”
Dean meets Rory’s eyes and it’s like no time has passed at all.
--
“Mom,” Rory says on the phone, “I met someone.” She’s curled up on the couch with brownie batter and Roscoe purring against her leg.
“Is he nice?” Mom asks. “Handsome? Witty?”
Rory grins and says, “You like him, Mom.”
“And you know this even though I’ve never seen him before? Interesting.”
Through the phone, Rory hears Luke grunt and Mom hiss, “Hold still!”
Snickering, Rory asks, “Are you tormenting your man again?”
“If he’d quit wiggling so much,” Mom says, “the needle wouldn’t poke him.”
“I’m bleeding!” Luke yelps. “Damnit, Lorelai. I’m not a mannequin!”
Rory says, “I’ll talk to you later, Mom.”
“I’ll call you after Luke’s done being a baby. I wanna hear more about this guy I like. Kiss Lena for me.”
“Lorelai!” Luke yells.
“Bye, kiddo, love you!” Mom says hurriedly and hangs up.
Rory chuckles and drops the phone on the coffee table. “That’s a crazy lady,” Rory tells Roscoe. She thinks back to Dean, running into him so randomly after so long—and he’s still amazing. Tall and sweet and gentle. Still the boy who kissed her in Dosey’s and still the man who left when she wasn’t ready.
She licks the spoon clean of batter and places the bowl next to her cell. Roscoe meows and hops into her lap and she cuddles him to her, whispering into his fur, “We’re both grown-ups now.”
Rory stands, carrying Roscoe like the baby Lena used to be, and walks down the hall to check on her daughter.
---
Lena is not stupid. She knows that Grandpa Richie went away and that Grandma Em is always sad and that Grandma will give her chocolate no matter what and that Daddy will never come back because he wasn’t ready.
So the big man with dimples, Call me Dean, Lena knows he’ll be around a lot now. He brings Mama flowers and Roscoe catnip mice and Lena markers and notepads and sidewalk chalk. He draws with her while Mama writes and Roscoe bats a mouse around. Sometimes she and Mama doodle on the sidewalk, and sometimes Dean joins them.
“Dean,” Mama says, “how does this sound?” and she rattles off a big long sentence that Lena can’t follow even though she can read Goodnight, Moon to herself now. (She prefers Mama reading it, though, and Dean can read it good, too.)
Dean stands and walks over to Mama, looks over her shoulder. He murmurs something and Mama nods, says, “That makes sense.” Dean drops a kiss on her head and comes back over, keeps drawing.
When he leaves for the night, though Lena knows he and Mama have been talking about him staying for longer, and maybe for good, Dean gives his picture to her, and smiles at Mama, and runs his fingers along Roscoe’s spine.
“I like him,” Lena tells Mama after Cinderella has saved the prince from the evil wizard.
“Me, too,” Mama says and kisses her goodnight.
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Date: 2009-03-21 08:24 am (UTC)Poor Sam!
Yay Dean F.! Lena is a pretty smart little cookie!
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Date: 2009-03-22 02:55 pm (UTC)Thank you so very much for this. I LOVE it!!
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Date: 2009-05-24 03:01 am (UTC)I love the imagery of this so very much! ♥ I like the overall tone of them being mature but still them and oh my gosh I loved it!
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