Brother - SN fic - PG13
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tigriswolfTitle: Brother
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: takes place during "Bloodlust"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 260
Point of view: second
Lenore's pov
Gordon's pov
Sam's pov
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: takes place during "Bloodlust"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 260
Point of view: second
Lenore's pov
Gordon's pov
Sam's pov
He wouldn’t be the first man you’ve killed.
And, if you pull the trigger, he won’t be the last.
You’ve come terms with it. Came to terms with your morals and your stand long ago, when you first realized humans could be just as evil as anything else.
Sam’s finally learning that, and you hate it. Hate that, one day, the positions will be reversed and he’ll have to knowingly pick.
You or someone else, someone innocent or guilty, and it won’t matter which. It’ll destroy parts of that little boy you still see in him, making that choice.
But he’ll make it. Without blinking, without hesitation. You know he’ll make it and if he’ll regret, he won’t let it show.
That decision in Nebraska never bothered him as much as it bothered you.
It’s really simple, when it’s all boiled down. Dad may not have intended things to be quite this way, but by the time he noticed it was too late.
It’d been too late since you were four.
And it seems no one else is quick enough to learn.
He is yours. And you are his. Intertwined, now, too deep to ever be undone. He’s back, forever, and you’ll do anything to keep him safe.
Anything. Everything.
From the moment he pointed that knife at Sammy, he’d made your shit-list. From the moment he put that damned knife to Sammy’s neck, you knew you’d feel less guilt than you felt for anything you’d ever killed before.
And he says Sammy would already be on the floor.
And, if you pull the trigger, he won’t be the last.
You’ve come terms with it. Came to terms with your morals and your stand long ago, when you first realized humans could be just as evil as anything else.
Sam’s finally learning that, and you hate it. Hate that, one day, the positions will be reversed and he’ll have to knowingly pick.
You or someone else, someone innocent or guilty, and it won’t matter which. It’ll destroy parts of that little boy you still see in him, making that choice.
But he’ll make it. Without blinking, without hesitation. You know he’ll make it and if he’ll regret, he won’t let it show.
That decision in Nebraska never bothered him as much as it bothered you.
It’s really simple, when it’s all boiled down. Dad may not have intended things to be quite this way, but by the time he noticed it was too late.
It’d been too late since you were four.
And it seems no one else is quick enough to learn.
He is yours. And you are his. Intertwined, now, too deep to ever be undone. He’s back, forever, and you’ll do anything to keep him safe.
Anything. Everything.
From the moment he pointed that knife at Sammy, he’d made your shit-list. From the moment he put that damned knife to Sammy’s neck, you knew you’d feel less guilt than you felt for anything you’d ever killed before.
And he says Sammy would already be on the floor.
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Date: 2007-04-13 05:55 pm (UTC)