Fic: He takes and he takes and he takes
*waves a hand* EH. Been a while since I wrote drabbles, so what the hey.
He takes and he takes and he takes
PG-13, 2 x 100, pre-s4, title from Sufjan Stevens.
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Somewhere deep, deep down inside Dean’s mind, he is running.
He’s running so fucking fast, with damp grass under his feet and rain down the back of his neck and he’s screaming louder than he ever has before because inside Dean still has a tongue
They take away his eyelids when he tries to close his eyes.
But the things that hurt the most are the things they give back. Skin, blood, curled-worm fingers. Memory of cheeseburger, rainwater, Sam’s goddamn clogging hair.
It can stop, says Alastair. Just say the word.
And inside Dean is running.
He’s running so fast.
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Sam has a drink, and then another, and his fingers are steady and he doesn’t drop the glass, and as he stares through it because it is empty now he remembers that he forgot to clean his knife, and then he remembers it’s Dean’s knife.
He runs his hand up and down the edge of the countertop until he gets a splinter.
He’s in a bar.
The bartender cuts him off, says Sleep it off, and Sam thinks about a fight but he doesn’t because what does it matter, what does anything matter.
It’s raining.
He sleeps in the car.
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He takes and he takes and he takes
PG-13, 2 x 100, pre-s4, title from Sufjan Stevens.
*
Somewhere deep, deep down inside Dean’s mind, he is running.
He’s running so fucking fast, with damp grass under his feet and rain down the back of his neck and he’s screaming louder than he ever has before because inside Dean still has a tongue
They take away his eyelids when he tries to close his eyes.
But the things that hurt the most are the things they give back. Skin, blood, curled-worm fingers. Memory of cheeseburger, rainwater, Sam’s goddamn clogging hair.
It can stop, says Alastair. Just say the word.
And inside Dean is running.
He’s running so fast.
*
Sam has a drink, and then another, and his fingers are steady and he doesn’t drop the glass, and as he stares through it because it is empty now he remembers that he forgot to clean his knife, and then he remembers it’s Dean’s knife.
He runs his hand up and down the edge of the countertop until he gets a splinter.
He’s in a bar.
The bartender cuts him off, says Sleep it off, and Sam thinks about a fight but he doesn’t because what does it matter, what does anything matter.
It’s raining.
He sleeps in the car.
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