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tamingthemuseTitle: Leave the Pieces
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chosenfire28 & dhfreak.
Disclaimer: We do not own. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective creators and we make no profit off of this. Song by The Wreckers.
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: # 131-gargantuan
Type: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean & Sam
Spoilers: preseries
Summary: Sam got into Stanford. Now he has to tell Dean.
Authors Notes: Dean is 21, Sam is 17. Dean is written bychosenfire28, Sam is written by dhfreak. This is based off the word.
Three worlds can change your life in an instant. It can me different meaning in different ways. From ‘I love you,’ to ‘I hate you,’ and to a simple ‘I am sorry.’ It could also be something simple as ‘You are accepted.’ It’s a new chapter in a person’s life, especially in Sam Winchesters life.
Sam stood with a letter in his hand. One that was the beginning of something new and hopefully for him the end of something, now all that was left was telling the two people that he will leave behind to allow him to go to his new beginning.
“What’s that you got there Sammy?” Dean walked into the small room they had been sharing for going on four months now. Dad had the one down the hall in the mobile home and had headed out this morning to track down a lead on the devil dogs they believed to be in the area.
Dean smirked “Love letter?” His voice rose up a notch in pitch as he teased his brother “Oh my dearest gargantuan love monkey, how I long for your incredibly boring presence.” Dean had been teasing Sam every since he had caught him talking to one Shelly Patterson outside of the school when he had been there to pick him up.
Sam started at his brother as he mock him letting out a chuckle. Leave it to Dean to start a hard conversation with a laugh. In a way Sam was more scared in telling Dean this news than his father. He knew that it would hurt Dean more to let him go. He had been more of a father then John.
Looking up from the letter he finally looked at his brother. “Dean I have to tell you something?” This was the only option he had left. He had to be strong. This was his life. And it was a life that he didn’t want to continue.
Dean felt his gut clench hearing the hesitation in Sam’s voice and he tried to shrug it off, tried to lighten the moment “God, don’t tell me you’re pregnant, cause that even too freaking weird for me.” He instinctively knew he didn’t want to hear this, whatever it was he’d be better off not knowing.
“Dean…” Sam voice broke. He couldn’t do this to him. But he needed to get out now before it was too late. Taking one deep breath he finally let it out. “I got into Stanford.” He said it while staring at his brother’s reaction.
Dean stilled standing in front of his little brother and the smile froze on his face. “That’s great, Sam, that’s…” he fidgeted “congratulations.” His throat clenched and he took a deep breath feeling restless. He shrugged out of his jacket tossing it on the bed that had been his and his hands wrapped around one of his guns he had left on the wide table. He settled against his headboard eyes fixed on the gun as he started to clean it and his voice was tight as he asked “So when are you supposed to leave?”
Sam looked at his brother well knowing what Dean was trying to pull off. He didn’t want to show his emotion that was the good soldier in Dean. “In two weeks for orientation,” in two weeks he was gone from this life. He couldn’t stop staring at how Dean was avoiding him. “How do you think dad is going to take it?” Taking off his gaze from his brother and looking at the ground, when the actual question he wanted to ask was ‘Why aren’t you mad at me?’
Dean’s grip tightened on the gun and he ground out “Oh you know perfectly well how Dad’s going to take it.” He couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. He wanted to; Dad’s reaction was going to be bad enough. He should have seen this coming. Sam hated their life, and nothing Dean had done had been able to change that.
Dean set the gun aside rising sharply to his feet and he began to pace “Two weeks, god you couldn’t have said something earlier? Two weeks Sam?”
“It’s an early admission program. Dean. Only a few are selected for this early opportunity. I can turn it down and go in like the rest of the student body. But this is my decision right.” He was now getting angry at everything. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. However, he knew this was coming. He could have warned Dean in advance at least, but it has been done. This was it. All he needed to face now was his father.
“You know as much as I do how much I don’t want to do this anymore. You may enjoy it but I just can’t anymore Dean. I can’t do this anymore. I will lose my sanity if I continue this.” He sat in his bed. He didn’t know where that outburst came from, but this was his only way out now and he wasn’t going to let it go.
“That’s great, you just leave.” Dean snarled feeling like he was going to be sick “After everything Dad has done for you that’s how you repay him, by leaving.” After everything Dean had done for him. Since he was four Sam had been his life. Care for him, protect him, and train him. Dean could count each mile stone in his life by his little brother.
And now he was leaving, because the life Dean had gave him hadn’t been good enough.
Dean dragged a hand over his eyes taking a deep breath and he laughed harshly “That’s fine, it’s okay. Dad should be home tonight so you can tell him then,” he reached for his jacket shrugging the leather on easily “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.” He tucked the gun into the back of his pants reaching for the handle of the door and he could feel the presence of the keys in his pocket.
He was wearing the coat his father’s old coat, driving the car their dad had given to him, the car he had taught Sam how to drive in.
“Dean wait. Please. You know that I would do anything for you man, but this life… is to much.” He stood from where he sat as he stared at his brothers back. “I want the normal life. You may remember it, having it once, but I don’t. I don’t want to be wishing that I knew. I want to be normal. This is not normal.” He didn’t want to leave and be in bad terms with his brother.
Dean opened the door smiling sadly back at his brother “And you’re going to get it, your normal apple pie life.” But Dean never was, this was it for him. Hunting was what he was good at, it was the only thing he had ever been at. Sam would never understand that. Dean stepped out the door and headed out of the house.
He was going to wait for their Dad to get home. He would be there when the shit hit the fan. Because he was still going to watch after his brother, even if he didn’t need it anymore.
Don't concern yourself
With this mess you've left for me
I can clean it up, you see
Just as long as you're gone
Authors:
chosenfire28 & dhfreak.Disclaimer: We do not own. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective creators and we make no profit off of this. Song by The Wreckers.
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: # 131-gargantuan
Type: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean & Sam
Spoilers: preseries
Summary: Sam got into Stanford. Now he has to tell Dean.
Authors Notes: Dean is 21, Sam is 17. Dean is written by
chosenfire28, Sam is written by dhfreak. This is based off the word.Three worlds can change your life in an instant. It can me different meaning in different ways. From ‘I love you,’ to ‘I hate you,’ and to a simple ‘I am sorry.’ It could also be something simple as ‘You are accepted.’ It’s a new chapter in a person’s life, especially in Sam Winchesters life.
Sam stood with a letter in his hand. One that was the beginning of something new and hopefully for him the end of something, now all that was left was telling the two people that he will leave behind to allow him to go to his new beginning.
“What’s that you got there Sammy?” Dean walked into the small room they had been sharing for going on four months now. Dad had the one down the hall in the mobile home and had headed out this morning to track down a lead on the devil dogs they believed to be in the area.
Dean smirked “Love letter?” His voice rose up a notch in pitch as he teased his brother “Oh my dearest gargantuan love monkey, how I long for your incredibly boring presence.” Dean had been teasing Sam every since he had caught him talking to one Shelly Patterson outside of the school when he had been there to pick him up.
Sam started at his brother as he mock him letting out a chuckle. Leave it to Dean to start a hard conversation with a laugh. In a way Sam was more scared in telling Dean this news than his father. He knew that it would hurt Dean more to let him go. He had been more of a father then John.
Looking up from the letter he finally looked at his brother. “Dean I have to tell you something?” This was the only option he had left. He had to be strong. This was his life. And it was a life that he didn’t want to continue.
Dean felt his gut clench hearing the hesitation in Sam’s voice and he tried to shrug it off, tried to lighten the moment “God, don’t tell me you’re pregnant, cause that even too freaking weird for me.” He instinctively knew he didn’t want to hear this, whatever it was he’d be better off not knowing.
“Dean…” Sam voice broke. He couldn’t do this to him. But he needed to get out now before it was too late. Taking one deep breath he finally let it out. “I got into Stanford.” He said it while staring at his brother’s reaction.
Dean stilled standing in front of his little brother and the smile froze on his face. “That’s great, Sam, that’s…” he fidgeted “congratulations.” His throat clenched and he took a deep breath feeling restless. He shrugged out of his jacket tossing it on the bed that had been his and his hands wrapped around one of his guns he had left on the wide table. He settled against his headboard eyes fixed on the gun as he started to clean it and his voice was tight as he asked “So when are you supposed to leave?”
Sam looked at his brother well knowing what Dean was trying to pull off. He didn’t want to show his emotion that was the good soldier in Dean. “In two weeks for orientation,” in two weeks he was gone from this life. He couldn’t stop staring at how Dean was avoiding him. “How do you think dad is going to take it?” Taking off his gaze from his brother and looking at the ground, when the actual question he wanted to ask was ‘Why aren’t you mad at me?’
Dean’s grip tightened on the gun and he ground out “Oh you know perfectly well how Dad’s going to take it.” He couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. He wanted to; Dad’s reaction was going to be bad enough. He should have seen this coming. Sam hated their life, and nothing Dean had done had been able to change that.
Dean set the gun aside rising sharply to his feet and he began to pace “Two weeks, god you couldn’t have said something earlier? Two weeks Sam?”
“It’s an early admission program. Dean. Only a few are selected for this early opportunity. I can turn it down and go in like the rest of the student body. But this is my decision right.” He was now getting angry at everything. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. However, he knew this was coming. He could have warned Dean in advance at least, but it has been done. This was it. All he needed to face now was his father.
“You know as much as I do how much I don’t want to do this anymore. You may enjoy it but I just can’t anymore Dean. I can’t do this anymore. I will lose my sanity if I continue this.” He sat in his bed. He didn’t know where that outburst came from, but this was his only way out now and he wasn’t going to let it go.
“That’s great, you just leave.” Dean snarled feeling like he was going to be sick “After everything Dad has done for you that’s how you repay him, by leaving.” After everything Dean had done for him. Since he was four Sam had been his life. Care for him, protect him, and train him. Dean could count each mile stone in his life by his little brother.
And now he was leaving, because the life Dean had gave him hadn’t been good enough.
Dean dragged a hand over his eyes taking a deep breath and he laughed harshly “That’s fine, it’s okay. Dad should be home tonight so you can tell him then,” he reached for his jacket shrugging the leather on easily “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.” He tucked the gun into the back of his pants reaching for the handle of the door and he could feel the presence of the keys in his pocket.
He was wearing the coat his father’s old coat, driving the car their dad had given to him, the car he had taught Sam how to drive in.
“Dean wait. Please. You know that I would do anything for you man, but this life… is to much.” He stood from where he sat as he stared at his brothers back. “I want the normal life. You may remember it, having it once, but I don’t. I don’t want to be wishing that I knew. I want to be normal. This is not normal.” He didn’t want to leave and be in bad terms with his brother.
Dean opened the door smiling sadly back at his brother “And you’re going to get it, your normal apple pie life.” But Dean never was, this was it for him. Hunting was what he was good at, it was the only thing he had ever been at. Sam would never understand that. Dean stepped out the door and headed out of the house.
He was going to wait for their Dad to get home. He would be there when the shit hit the fan. Because he was still going to watch after his brother, even if he didn’t need it anymore.
With this mess you've left for me
I can clean it up, you see
Just as long as you're gone
