Fic: We Will Not Grow Old
Title: We Will Not Grow Old
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam and Dean
Prompt(s): inspired by secretlytodream 's video "Last Song" here.
Summary: There are some things that we will never have to worry about.
Notes: Title by Lenka. Written in a half hour of procrastination--judge accordingly.
There are some things that we will never have to worry about. Lines and wrinkles. Old sports injuries. A beer gut. Thinning hair. Retirement.
Other people will worry about cholesterol and complain about adding salmon to their diet. We don’t. We flash them by, two kids in a classic car, what do we know, probably took it for a joyride, probably our dad’s, acting like there’s nothing to tomorrow. Damn us.
The young act like they’ll live forever. That’s what they say, shaking their heads and fretting at the mirror. It’ll catch up to them.
It makes our smiles wider, makes our hearts count down faster, because we know they’re wrong. It won’t catch up to us.
We’re flying to meet it.
Two kids in a classic car, thrum of the engine making them dizzy, making them think the world will never end. That’s what they think. Stupid. We know the world will end for us; we’re here to make sure it doesn’t end for them.
You boys have no idea how lucky you are. That’s what they say, patting our cheeks. We nod, but they’re wrong. We have an idea of how lucky we are. I have an idea of what I’d give to see wrinkles on my brother’s face. I have an idea of what I’d do to make sure his hair turns gray and he has liver spots on his hands.
We will never see gray.
They don’t care. That’s what they think. They see two kids in a classic car, looking like we’re not doing a damn thing, and they think one day we’ll get our due, get slapped with some responsibility. You enjoy life while you can. That’s what we’re told, rueful eyes raking over our unkempt appearance.
Every town we leave, we whisper back, You enjoy life for us.
Two kids in a classic car, grinning at the little things-M&M’s, sunshine, a hundred miles of good road-and they think we think we’re immortal.
And who knows? Maybe the ones who live forever are the ones who die the soonest.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam and Dean
Prompt(s): inspired by secretlytodream 's video "Last Song" here.
Summary: There are some things that we will never have to worry about.
Notes: Title by Lenka. Written in a half hour of procrastination--judge accordingly.
There are some things that we will never have to worry about. Lines and wrinkles. Old sports injuries. A beer gut. Thinning hair. Retirement.
Other people will worry about cholesterol and complain about adding salmon to their diet. We don’t. We flash them by, two kids in a classic car, what do we know, probably took it for a joyride, probably our dad’s, acting like there’s nothing to tomorrow. Damn us.
The young act like they’ll live forever. That’s what they say, shaking their heads and fretting at the mirror. It’ll catch up to them.
It makes our smiles wider, makes our hearts count down faster, because we know they’re wrong. It won’t catch up to us.
We’re flying to meet it.
Two kids in a classic car, thrum of the engine making them dizzy, making them think the world will never end. That’s what they think. Stupid. We know the world will end for us; we’re here to make sure it doesn’t end for them.
You boys have no idea how lucky you are. That’s what they say, patting our cheeks. We nod, but they’re wrong. We have an idea of how lucky we are. I have an idea of what I’d give to see wrinkles on my brother’s face. I have an idea of what I’d do to make sure his hair turns gray and he has liver spots on his hands.
We will never see gray.
They don’t care. That’s what they think. They see two kids in a classic car, looking like we’re not doing a damn thing, and they think one day we’ll get our due, get slapped with some responsibility. You enjoy life while you can. That’s what we’re told, rueful eyes raking over our unkempt appearance.
Every town we leave, we whisper back, You enjoy life for us.
Two kids in a classic car, grinning at the little things-M&M’s, sunshine, a hundred miles of good road-and they think we think we’re immortal.
And who knows? Maybe the ones who live forever are the ones who die the soonest.