SN drabble - PG13, mostly gen, AU
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tigriswolf
Title: brighter once amidst the host of angels, than that star the stars among
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: AU; spoilers for up to season 3; attempted non-con
Pairings: John/Mary; almost OMC/Dean
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 680
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean has a secret that Hunters would kill him if they knew about.
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averzierlia, in thanks for my new icon
Dean Winchester lives an unremarkable, ordinary life. He’s firmly mediocre in every way, with boring hair and boring clothes and boring glasses. The only thing going for him are his eyes: they’re searing hazel, the only thing his mother gave him before she split, taking his baby brother with her. Dad never really got over that. Dean never lived up to her memory and Dad drank himself to death in Dean’s sophomore year of high-school, condemning Dean to foster care.
Dean didn’t make trouble and got out relatively unscathed. He lived with two families in the three years before graduation; one foster brother hated him and made his life hell for a month and a half before something happened to him. He was in the middle of twisting Dean’s wrist when he suddenly let go, eyes wide and mouth dropping open, and then he turned and ran and never looked at Dean again, for the rest of his eight months with the family.
Something followed Dean from that house all the way through graduation and then to college. Dean ignored the something fiercely, firmly plodding along his way, boringly in the middle.
Bad things generally happen to those who bother Dean. Those who anger him, annoy him. His junior year of college, a guy two rooms down the hall tried to coerce him into sex. Even slipped something into Dean’s drink.
The something took care of the drug and then paused, waiting.
Dean will never be able to deny that he reached out, not the something. That he looked a guy in the eyes and stopped his heart.
But Dean is normal. Nothing special. He graduated college in the middle of his mechanical engineering class, and then he was mediocre in graduate school, too. He does work that’s just good enough to keep his job and not quite bad enough to get fired at a mid-sized company, and he greets his coworkers with a smile but doesn’t socialize except during office parties.
Sometimes, files are edited or erased, or the something whispers secrets. Dean never rises in the company and doesn’t have any friends and he goes home to design revolutionary designs no one ever sees and he writes a thousand-page manuscript about adventures with a brother he never knew and so can’t remember.
One morning, when Dean is just past his thirtieth birthday, the something screams at him. He flinches and drops his spatula, turning to face the door.
Someone knocks on it. The something is demanding he run, jump out the window, go far away. Dean walks to the door and opens it.
A man with a gun looks at him. “Come with me,” the man says. “Unless you want to worry all your neighbors.”
“Who are you?” Dean asks, ignoring the gun.
The something makes him answer. “Gordon Walker.”
That name is more familiar than it should be. Gordon Walker is a character in Dean’s book.
“You didn’t find me,” Dean says; he doesn’t know why. “I don’t exist. You’re going back to your hotel and you’re going to eat a bullet.”
The something is angry. The something makes Gordon Walker go back to his hotel and erase the trail he followed and eat a bullet.
The something tells Dean, When I give a command, you listen.
Dean tells the something, “Fuck that, and fuck you.”
The something laughs. Dean finishes his eggs and heads to work.
Dean Winchester is mediocre, unremarkably ordinary in every way. The only thing special about him at all are his eyes: they’re a searing hazel that sometimes look gold.
Everyone at work agrees there’s something off about him, but no one really cares enough to make a fuss about it.
(Dean’s thirty-three when a gigantor named Sam breaks into his apartment and says, “You’re my brother.”
The something wails in greeting. Sam’s bright green eyes flash bone-white for a moment. Dean smiles.
“Sammy,” he says. “Last I saw, you were a tiny little thing.”
Sam pulls him into a hug. Something murmurs, Welcome home.
Something else whispers, Good to be back.)
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Date: 2011-08-25 03:06 am (UTC)(I'm rather glad, because I just kept reading. And. Wow.)
ETA: sorry! and it was fixed. ^^V
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Date: 2011-08-25 02:28 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-08-25 02:30 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you like it!
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Date: 2011-08-25 02:31 pm (UTC)Thank you so very much!
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Date: 2011-08-26 05:42 pm (UTC)So far, the boys haven't spoken to me about further hijinks, but one never can really know.
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Date: 2011-08-26 11:09 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-08-28 06:34 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-09-22 03:13 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!