Watcher - SN fic - PG
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tigriswolfTitle: Watcher
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Home"; possible AU, but really just speculation
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 405
Point of view: third
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Home"; possible AU, but really just speculation
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 405
Point of view: third
She watches them, John’s boys. Sam is powerful, dangerously so, but Dean—
She tries to read his mind, to see into his soul, just to be sure, but she can’t get past his surface thoughts. An opaque shield blocks her, the best she’s ever come across.
Sam is an open book; his mind is wide. Everything he is reveals itself before her basest of searches. But Dean—something in him snarls at her, gets up her defenses. Something about him frightens her, moreso even than Sam, whose power nearly outshines the sun.
Sam, the dear boy, is floundering beneath his gifts, unsure and unsteady. He’s lost, wondering which way is up, where to turn.
She knows that more is coming, much more. It is written on the air around him. The thing that killed Mary, killed Jessica—it is not through with Sam yet. She wonders where Dean fits in. Where he is in the killer’s plans.
She snaps at him to cover her fear. Mocks him for Jenny’s benefit, for Sam’s entertainment. Only his surface thoughts are available to her, his nervousness about being back in Lawrence, his fear for his father, his uncertainty of Sam and how he can help—but if she tries to go deeper, she’s forcibly thrown out.
She doesn’t think he knows. Doubts he has any idea, any inkling. And that scares her even more. To have such power and not know—a part of her wonders how the world still remains, but he must have some control.
So she watches them as they work, watches them interact, more than brothers, more than partners—they’re friends. Sam’s feelings for Dean are tinted with anger, with fear, with disappointment, but over them all soars a love so deep and true, she doubts it could ever be broken.
She tries to read his mind, to see into his soul, just to be sure, but she can’t get past his surface thoughts. An opaque shield blocks her, the best she’s ever come across.
Sam is an open book; his mind is wide. Everything he is reveals itself before her basest of searches. But Dean—something in him snarls at her, gets up her defenses. Something about him frightens her, moreso even than Sam, whose power nearly outshines the sun.
Sam, the dear boy, is floundering beneath his gifts, unsure and unsteady. He’s lost, wondering which way is up, where to turn.
She knows that more is coming, much more. It is written on the air around him. The thing that killed Mary, killed Jessica—it is not through with Sam yet. She wonders where Dean fits in. Where he is in the killer’s plans.
She snaps at him to cover her fear. Mocks him for Jenny’s benefit, for Sam’s entertainment. Only his surface thoughts are available to her, his nervousness about being back in Lawrence, his fear for his father, his uncertainty of Sam and how he can help—but if she tries to go deeper, she’s forcibly thrown out.
She doesn’t think he knows. Doubts he has any idea, any inkling. And that scares her even more. To have such power and not know—a part of her wonders how the world still remains, but he must have some control.
So she watches them as they work, watches them interact, more than brothers, more than partners—they’re friends. Sam’s feelings for Dean are tinted with anger, with fear, with disappointment, but over them all soars a love so deep and true, she doubts it could ever be broken.
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After Mary saves her sons, Missouri reaches out again, tries to feel Dean’s soul like she can Sam’s.
His gaze flickers over to her, the hint of a smirk twisting his lips. He says goodbye with a touch of irony.
She can’t even hear his surface thoughts anymore.
She reaches for Sam’s mind only to feel herself slapped back. Her eyes shoot from Sam to Dean, Dean whose smirk is full blown now and Sam whose eyes are still innocent.
Well.
She watches them drive away with fear blossoming in her chest.
She wonders if John knows and if it’s too late.
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Date: 2006-12-05 04:51 am (UTC)Nicely done.
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Date: 2006-12-06 07:20 pm (UTC)