Drabble challenge for ihadmittenson
Prompt: A Hopeless Attempt by Charlotte Martin
Requested By: ihadmittenson
Characters: Dean Winchester, Brooke Davis, Sam Winchester, Claire "Zebra" Bennet
Timeline/Verse: Brave New World verse; Sam's birthday, before this.
Location: New York City
Disclaimer: Kripke and co. own Supernatural, not me. Dean is likedillinger , Brooke is ihadmittenson , Sam is getyourownpie and the Claire is autophoenix . All are used with permission and so much love.
Still accepting requests here!
you should get away from me
this is too much chemistry
you better not miss me
better not diss me when she's around
you can't let that happen
i better not crave you, cause i can't save you
you're here as you'll ever be
you're here as you'll ever be
you're here as you'll ever be
i didn't mean to do it
i didn't mean to love you
i didn't mean to chant it so
all the ways i can not want you, you know pouring salt back in the wound
put your full weight on me...
i better not call back
give me a quick slap
maybe i'll slam my teeth on your heart
better not obsess
better not forget
i'm rich as i'll ever be
Birthday dinner didn't sound so horrible. There'd be good chow, and Sam would be in a better mood after seeing Claire again, and Dean could use the hour of distraction from all this Horsemen shit. Of course, the fact that left and right people in the streets as they walked towards the restaurant were talkin' about swine flu made it difficult to keep his thoughts on the here and now.
He was lost in his own speculations about what the hell they were going to do next, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket when they entered the building, and Claire's exuberant shout of "Brooke! Over here!" brought him startlingly, violently, completely front and center back to reality.
He saw Brooke's head swing around, and her eyes slid right off from Claire's smile and behind her to where Dean stood, staring with probably a rather unmasked look of horror on his face. Her expression wasn't much different.
Oh, this was just peachy.
Dean's head swung around towards Sam to see if he betrayed any appearance of knowing and/or being in on this. Sam, however, was busy talking to the waitress about their reservation, and didn't even seem concerned at all.
Oh, right. Because nobody probably knew about his fight with her, or their subsequent horrible phone call. And he sure as shit wasn't about to bring it up now.
Claire was suddenly all but dragging him over that way, and he found himself coughing slightly, and frowning, as he tried to just casually glance around the restaurant, anywhere but at Brooke. It'd been since she kicked him out since he'd seen her face to face. Of course, she had to have gotten all dolled up for dinner, and was looking extra good today. That was just... great.
"Hey," Brooke said, and the lack of enthusiasm in her tone made it obvious just how little she knew he was coming. What had she expected? He went wherever Sam went. She should've known that about him by now.
Then again, he reminded himself, it's your own damn fault for anything she doesn't know about you.
With that pleasant thought, he was forced into a seat, which was of course, right next to her, because Claire was insisting on sitting by Sam, and Dean suddenly thought of eighty individual types of monsters he'd rather be fighting right now than the uncomfortable tension between him and the girl beside him. Claire happily wound her hand through Sam's and they shared a smile, and as if to mirror it, Brooke's arms slid closed across her chest, and Dean could've sworn she pulled her chair away slightly. And that look on her face was about as far from a smile as you could get.
He couldn't help but think Claire had done this shit on purpose. In fact, he knew she had. Her idea of a quaint double date. She had no clue.
Then again, Brooke probably didn't either.
Probably didn't have a clue how much he'd thought back on her words when he'd fessed up to everything, the look she'd given him, the way that was going to be possibly the last conversation he had with somebody he'd cared about, before he set out to that hotel to pack all his shit and bid his final farewell to this life.
He'd stretched himself thin to give that to her, and he hated the way he knew somehow that he wanted to do it again: wanted to give her the hope she'd obviously been reaching for during their awkward phone call.
It was tempting as all hell, to give her that. To just fight for whatever fleeting comfort he could get.
But that was exactly why he couldn't.
This wasn't gonna be a happy ending. He wasn't gonna be Sam and Claire. He'd ruined this girl's life, and the space between them, so pronounced next to the way Sam and Claire were all over each other, was his penance.
All I can say, he thought to himself, is the food better be the best fucking thing I've ever eaten or I will make Claire choke on it.
Requested By: ihadmittenson
Characters: Dean Winchester, Brooke Davis, Sam Winchester, Claire "Zebra" Bennet
Timeline/Verse: Brave New World verse; Sam's birthday, before this.
Location: New York City
Disclaimer: Kripke and co. own Supernatural, not me. Dean is likedillinger , Brooke is ihadmittenson , Sam is getyourownpie and the Claire is autophoenix . All are used with permission and so much love.
Still accepting requests here!
you should get away from me
this is too much chemistry
you better not miss me
better not diss me when she's around
you can't let that happen
i better not crave you, cause i can't save you
you're here as you'll ever be
you're here as you'll ever be
you're here as you'll ever be
i didn't mean to do it
i didn't mean to love you
i didn't mean to chant it so
all the ways i can not want you, you know pouring salt back in the wound
put your full weight on me...
i better not call back
give me a quick slap
maybe i'll slam my teeth on your heart
better not obsess
better not forget
i'm rich as i'll ever be
Birthday dinner didn't sound so horrible. There'd be good chow, and Sam would be in a better mood after seeing Claire again, and Dean could use the hour of distraction from all this Horsemen shit. Of course, the fact that left and right people in the streets as they walked towards the restaurant were talkin' about swine flu made it difficult to keep his thoughts on the here and now.
He was lost in his own speculations about what the hell they were going to do next, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket when they entered the building, and Claire's exuberant shout of "Brooke! Over here!" brought him startlingly, violently, completely front and center back to reality.
He saw Brooke's head swing around, and her eyes slid right off from Claire's smile and behind her to where Dean stood, staring with probably a rather unmasked look of horror on his face. Her expression wasn't much different.
Oh, this was just peachy.
Dean's head swung around towards Sam to see if he betrayed any appearance of knowing and/or being in on this. Sam, however, was busy talking to the waitress about their reservation, and didn't even seem concerned at all.
Oh, right. Because nobody probably knew about his fight with her, or their subsequent horrible phone call. And he sure as shit wasn't about to bring it up now.
Claire was suddenly all but dragging him over that way, and he found himself coughing slightly, and frowning, as he tried to just casually glance around the restaurant, anywhere but at Brooke. It'd been since she kicked him out since he'd seen her face to face. Of course, she had to have gotten all dolled up for dinner, and was looking extra good today. That was just... great.
"Hey," Brooke said, and the lack of enthusiasm in her tone made it obvious just how little she knew he was coming. What had she expected? He went wherever Sam went. She should've known that about him by now.
Then again, he reminded himself, it's your own damn fault for anything she doesn't know about you.
With that pleasant thought, he was forced into a seat, which was of course, right next to her, because Claire was insisting on sitting by Sam, and Dean suddenly thought of eighty individual types of monsters he'd rather be fighting right now than the uncomfortable tension between him and the girl beside him. Claire happily wound her hand through Sam's and they shared a smile, and as if to mirror it, Brooke's arms slid closed across her chest, and Dean could've sworn she pulled her chair away slightly. And that look on her face was about as far from a smile as you could get.
He couldn't help but think Claire had done this shit on purpose. In fact, he knew she had. Her idea of a quaint double date. She had no clue.
Then again, Brooke probably didn't either.
Probably didn't have a clue how much he'd thought back on her words when he'd fessed up to everything, the look she'd given him, the way that was going to be possibly the last conversation he had with somebody he'd cared about, before he set out to that hotel to pack all his shit and bid his final farewell to this life.
He'd stretched himself thin to give that to her, and he hated the way he knew somehow that he wanted to do it again: wanted to give her the hope she'd obviously been reaching for during their awkward phone call.
It was tempting as all hell, to give her that. To just fight for whatever fleeting comfort he could get.
But that was exactly why he couldn't.
This wasn't gonna be a happy ending. He wasn't gonna be Sam and Claire. He'd ruined this girl's life, and the space between them, so pronounced next to the way Sam and Claire were all over each other, was his penance.
All I can say, he thought to himself, is the food better be the best fucking thing I've ever eaten or I will make Claire choke on it.