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sam/dean, S3 of Supernatural
forgive the mismatched capitalization.
in the year of dean's dying, they spend a month in the summer on a job. it's really nothing-- someone who'd heard of them via a friend of a friend, someone who was willing to pay them to stay a month and clear out anything that could be in the house. within 48 hours, they've got the house as bear-proof as possible. well, as supernatural-proof as they can manage.
but the money's good and they could use the break. sam hasn't been the same since the trickster and killing the crossroads demon-- a little darker and a hell of a lot more closed off. he has to remember to bring himself back from the edge, and with every day bringing them a step closer to the end with no answers, it's harder and harder to do.
in the year of dean's dying, life finds them living as normally as they ever could. dean's propped back with a beer in one hand and Busty Asian Beauties in the other, asleep on the patio in the light of the sunset. sam's taking their washing off the line, something he hasn't done since Jess wanted all their laundry to smell of fresh air and light.
he's down to the last pair of jeans and he pauses, hands rubbing lightly at the roughened denim, still stiff from newness. he hasn't thought about jess in ages, he's sure. and he wonders if it's fitting that he thinks of her now when he's losing his brother too, when he's living a life that they'd all wanted, albeit only temporarily.
in the year of dean's dying, sam still hasn't found any answers.
sam/dean, S3 of Supernatural
forgive the mismatched capitalization.
in the year of dean's dying, they spend a month in the summer on a job. it's really nothing-- someone who'd heard of them via a friend of a friend, someone who was willing to pay them to stay a month and clear out anything that could be in the house. within 48 hours, they've got the house as bear-proof as possible. well, as supernatural-proof as they can manage.
but the money's good and they could use the break. sam hasn't been the same since the trickster and killing the crossroads demon-- a little darker and a hell of a lot more closed off. he has to remember to bring himself back from the edge, and with every day bringing them a step closer to the end with no answers, it's harder and harder to do.
in the year of dean's dying, life finds them living as normally as they ever could. dean's propped back with a beer in one hand and Busty Asian Beauties in the other, asleep on the patio in the light of the sunset. sam's taking their washing off the line, something he hasn't done since Jess wanted all their laundry to smell of fresh air and light.
he's down to the last pair of jeans and he pauses, hands rubbing lightly at the roughened denim, still stiff from newness. he hasn't thought about jess in ages, he's sure. and he wonders if it's fitting that he thinks of her now when he's losing his brother too, when he's living a life that they'd all wanted, albeit only temporarily.
in the year of dean's dying, sam still hasn't found any answers.
