Specter - SN fic - PG13
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tigriswolfFandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season 2
Pairings: none, really
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 420
Point of view: third
He looks like his mother, from what she can tell. Not much of John in his face or his build—the younger, though, she sees John in every part of his bearing, in everything about him.
She understands Jo’s crush on the boy. Someone would have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not understand. He’s kind, in a gruff sort of way, and he cares. He really, truly cares in a way John never did for anyone but Mary or her sons.
She wants to pull him into her arms, to smooth his brow, to erase the twenty-three years of hardness. She wants him to smile, to laugh, to be the man he should have been.
But he would not let her, and her pride, her pain, her fury, is too much. She looks at him and sees his father. Sees the man who killed her husband with his negligence.
Sam is the one who reminds her of John, with his body and his face, with the way he speaks. He acts as well as John did, plays the caring man, but she sees it for what it is.
Sam cares for his brother, and his brother alone. He cared for someone, a blond beauty, the grapevine says, but she died the same way as his mother; and his heart hardened. Sam is an actor, like his father, but his brother—
She looks into his eyes and cannot deny it. He is as beautiful inside as he is physically. And she wants only to comfort him. She wants to pull him close and let him comfort her.
But despite everything, despite all she knows—John’s ghost hovers next to him. Overwhelms his edges. She looks at him and sees John.
But he has his mother’s eyes, his mother’s face—according to John, his mother’s temperament, his mother’s soul. John spoke of Mary with a love as strong as the day they married. From his words, she could see Mary in her mind, picture the woman—looking at Mary’s son, she knows what John meant.
But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. John’s boys are hunters, rapidly approaching the edge. And Sam’s gifts only mean they can never leave the life.
Sam tried once. Watching him pace around the Roadhouse, she knows he’ll never try again.
And Dean watches him. Always has, always will. Until he breathes his last, and probably after.
She wishes she could look past his father. He’d be a great man to know.
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Date: 2007-01-16 11:48 pm (UTC)Beautiful.
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Date: 2007-01-17 05:21 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-01-17 03:08 am (UTC)and it's funny, cause for all Dean likes to ACT like John, he really isn't like John at all. Sam is more like John, so I always kind of figured Dean was like Mary.
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Date: 2007-01-17 05:22 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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