Tiger Cub - SN fanfic - PG13
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tigriswolfTitle: Tiger Cub
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: AU for pilot
Pairings: Sam/Jess
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 510
Point of view: third
“Sam,” Dad says through the line, “we can’t… I think it’s time to let him go.”
“No.” Sam’s voice is harsh and cold and Jess later tells her sister she heard thunder in his tone. “You may have washed your hands of him, but I’m not giving up.” He slams the phone down and doesn’t speak to his father for twelve years.
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Jess tucks in Mary and Deanie, kisses their foreheads, wonders how it’s come to this. That night Dean came for Sam, the night he kissed her cheek goodbye, it was final—she could tell, had the sign from the moment she saw them together.
Sam had spoken of Dean, but she couldn’t comprehend until she laid eyes on him in person.
She could tell they belonged together, and knew—knew—he would never come back to her.
But he did. Dean dropped him off, drove away, and Sam went to the interview, aced it, was on the way to his dreams.
They were so happy… and all it fell apart so quickly…
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When Sam thinks of Dean, he remembers stories whispered on the night air and sparring with sticks and lessons on how to shoot. When Sam thinks of Dean, he sees blood and sweat and a devil-may-care grin. When Sam thinks of Dean, he imagines a tiger at the prime of his life, stalking through the forest, on the hunt.
When Sam thinks of Dean, he hears his father’s voice in his ear.
Sammy… Dean’s been hurt, real bad. He needs you.
When Sam thinks of Dean, he feels the tears course down his face.
-----
When Sam remembers John, he thinks of strong hands and a deep voice, of rare smiles and even rarer hugs. When Sam imagines John, he sees a broken man, weeping over the prone form of his firstborn; he hears John say, Goodbye and sees him not look back as he walks away.
When Sam thinks of his father, he feels fury that could easily turn to hate.
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Jess is very glad they didn’t name their son John.
Sam regrets they named him Dean—every time he thinks of his son, or sees him, or hears his name, he remembers the man his brother used to be.
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Jess tells Mary not to worry, Daddy’ll be home soon. She tells Deanie to play quieter, Daddy’s sleeping.
She tells Sam she understands, but he needs to be home more, the kids miss him. She tells him she loves him, and no, Dean isn’t a strain on their finances. She tells him dinner is ready and it’s time to eat.
With every breath she tells him it’s alright, but she thinks he quit listening long ago.
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: AU for pilot
Pairings: Sam/Jess
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 510
Point of view: third
When Sam thinks of Dean, he pictures a tiger, muscles rippling, stalking through the brush. Tigers have always been his favorite animal, and he hates seeing them in the zoo—caged, lost, broken, away from freedom and the hunt.
Seeing Dean is like that now, and Jess has given up comforting him.
“Sam,” Dad says through the line, “we can’t… I think it’s time to let him go.”
“No.” Sam’s voice is harsh and cold and Jess later tells her sister she heard thunder in his tone. “You may have washed your hands of him, but I’m not giving up.” He slams the phone down and doesn’t speak to his father for twelve years.
----
Jess tucks in Mary and Deanie, kisses their foreheads, wonders how it’s come to this. That night Dean came for Sam, the night he kissed her cheek goodbye, it was final—she could tell, had the sign from the moment she saw them together.
Sam had spoken of Dean, but she couldn’t comprehend until she laid eyes on him in person.
She could tell they belonged together, and knew—knew—he would never come back to her.
But he did. Dean dropped him off, drove away, and Sam went to the interview, aced it, was on the way to his dreams.
They were so happy… and all it fell apart so quickly…
-----
When Sam thinks of Dean, he remembers stories whispered on the night air and sparring with sticks and lessons on how to shoot. When Sam thinks of Dean, he sees blood and sweat and a devil-may-care grin. When Sam thinks of Dean, he imagines a tiger at the prime of his life, stalking through the forest, on the hunt.
When Sam thinks of Dean, he hears his father’s voice in his ear.
Sammy… Dean’s been hurt, real bad. He needs you.
When Sam thinks of Dean, he feels the tears course down his face.
-----
When Sam remembers John, he thinks of strong hands and a deep voice, of rare smiles and even rarer hugs. When Sam imagines John, he sees a broken man, weeping over the prone form of his firstborn; he hears John say, Goodbye and sees him not look back as he walks away.
When Sam thinks of his father, he feels fury that could easily turn to hate.
----
Jess is very glad they didn’t name their son John.
Sam regrets they named him Dean—every time he thinks of his son, or sees him, or hears his name, he remembers the man his brother used to be.
------
Jess tells Mary not to worry, Daddy’ll be home soon. She tells Deanie to play quieter, Daddy’s sleeping.
She tells Sam she understands, but he needs to be home more, the kids miss him. She tells him she loves him, and no, Dean isn’t a strain on their finances. She tells him dinner is ready and it’s time to eat.
With every breath she tells him it’s alright, but she thinks he quit listening long ago.
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