Seasons - SN fanfic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Seasons
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Not my characters.  Just for fun.
Warnings: none, really.  Takes place pre-pilot and in the future.
Pairings: John/Mary
Rated: PG
Wordcount: 520
Point of view: third

Winter

Every time it snowed, Dean would stare out the window. He watched the flakes fall with fascination, and Sam watched him. Dean smiled and laughed, as the flakes danced around, and finally he’d ask Dad for permission to go outside.

This was the one thing Dad never denied him. “Make sure to bundle up and keep an eye out,” Dad’d say and return to whatever he’d been doing.

Dean would rush outside and leap through the air, laughing and twirling like he’d never been happier. Sam would watch from the window, awed at the sheer joy Dean radiated.

He’d never liked the snow as much as Dean did. He really didn’t like the cold. But when Dean met his eyes and smiled, Sam would hurry out. They could spend hours making snowpeople or having snowball fights or playing hide-and-seek.

And Dad knew everything would be okay. So long as his sons could be children for a while, surely everything would be fine.

Winter was the best season of all.

Spring

When the world warmed, Sam felt contentment welling up inside him. Where Dean bloomed with the cold, Sam embraced the gentle warmth of spring.

He could stand in the sun for hours, just soaking in the heat. Eyes closed, face towards the sky, he just breathed in the world. Dean would watch the sunlight bath his brother, wondering how Sam could just stand there, silently.

Sam would open his eyes finally, glance towards Dean with a smile, and then take off the opposite way. Dean would follow, race after, eventually catching and surpassing him.

Dad would look over from where he worked on the car or sat on the bench or was doing whatever, and smiled. He knew everything would be okay. So long as his sons could be children for a while, surely everything would be fine.

Spring was the best season of all.

Summer

Summer meant sweat and swimming and too much heat. Summer meant extra work, extra training, extra hunting. Summer meant arguments flaring and voices roaring and words that could never be unsaid, only regretted.

Summer meant Dad and Sam butting heads and Dean in the middle more often than not. Summer meant Sam taking off every other day and Dean following to cool him down. Summer meant Dad trying to smother the memories of Mom, memories of all their days and nights in the long, slow months of June through August.

Summer came to mean Sam saying goodbye and walking away.

And summer used to mean hot dogs and lemonade and playing ball in the backyard while Mom sang to Sam and Dean laughed.

Fall

Mom’s favorite season had been autumn.

After Sam fell and didn’t get back up, Dean hated it. Hated the leaves changing and floating to the ground. Hated the wind growing colder. Hated having to add a layer or two of clothing. Hated that everything reminded of him of his failure to save Sam.

Watching the leaves fall meant that Sam never could see it again.

Mom’s favorite season had been autumn. And now Dean hates it most of all.

Comments

[apieceofcake.livejournal.com]

Sad but beautiful, thank you!

[tigriswolf]

Thank _you_.