Ten Mile Walk
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sunspotTitle: Ten Mile Walk
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 13+ for language
Word Count: 630
Summary: Dean takes a walk and thinks about things.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Don’t own, never have, probably never will. Inspired by something![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
akeyoftime said during the re-watch for 1x01, after the scene when the car tries to run the boys off the bridge. “Wait, Dean would never have let Sam ride in the Impala like that. Did he make himself walk?”
“You smell like a toilet.”
Dean grumbled something that was probably hateful under his breath.
“Seriously, Dean, you’re disgusting.”
“I know!” he snapped. He glared at his brother and then looked sadly at his car. It was at least ten miles back to the motel room which seemed like one hell of a long walk, especially considering that he had just jumped off a bridge and it was the middle of the night.
“Are you going to drive?” Sam asked, obviously enjoying this way more than was socially acceptable.
“Yes. No. I don’t know. Shut up.” Dean sighed. “I’m going to walk. You’re going to drive the car at half a mile per hour back to the room and if you so much as hit a leaf, I’ll shoot you. And when you get back, don’t shower. I’m taking the first one.”
Sam took the slimy keys from Dean, grinning. “See you in a few hours.”
Dean said something that was definitely hateful that time and started walking. Ten miles wasn’t going to take that long, in the grand scheme of things, but the grime and mud was going to stiffen up his clothes and it was practically November, so it wasn’t warm. He thought about it.
It was ten miles to freeze to death, ten miles to get murdered by a ghost, ten miles to stew over Sam driving the Impala, ten miles to worry about Dad. Dean mused the whole way back to the motel, stopping only once to dive sideways off the highway when a yahoo going way too fast in a beat up Scirocco nearly ran him down. He hated himself for a few minutes after that little episode, for making himself walk, but he tried to see it rationally.
He never would have let Sam in the car in the state he was in now. Dad even used to break them into people’s back yards to hose them off if they got dirty. It was disrespectful to the car to get her all muddied up.
Dean thought about his Dad for minute. Dad had never been away for this long without being in contact. If he really left in the middle of a job, that meant he had to be onto something even bigger. There were three things that could draw John Winchester away from a hunt, and Dean knew that he and Sam were safe, so that only left one option. But Dean could make himself sick thinking about that and thinking about Mom. He kept walking.
Besides, he could see the lights from the motel coming up and when got back, he was going to stand in the shower until there wasn’t a drop of hot water left. That would serve Sam right for having the presence of mind to grab onto the bridge on his way down. Wily bastard.
Dean smiled in spite of himself. He was proud of his brother, in spite of him going off to Stanford. Or maybe because of it. Dean tried not to think of the reasons and instead just focus on the main point which was just that he cared about his brother and they made a good monster fighting team.
“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked, looking up when Dean walked in and smirking. “Took longer you than I thought it was going to. Getting older, aren’t you?”
“Some jackass in a Volkswagen tried to run me down. I’m fine though, thanks for caring.” He shrugged out of his coat. “I’m going to go wash up.”
“Yeah.” Sam had a funny look on his face.
Dean eyed him. If it was more shouting, angst-ing drama, he didn’t want to go there. “What?” he asked finally.
“It’s just good to see you again, Dean.”
“...You too, Sammy.” And he meant it.
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 13+ for language
Word Count: 630
Summary: Dean takes a walk and thinks about things.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Don’t own, never have, probably never will. Inspired by something
akeyoftime said during the re-watch for 1x01, after the scene when the car tries to run the boys off the bridge. “Wait, Dean would never have let Sam ride in the Impala like that. Did he make himself walk?”“You smell like a toilet.”
Dean grumbled something that was probably hateful under his breath.
“Seriously, Dean, you’re disgusting.”
“I know!” he snapped. He glared at his brother and then looked sadly at his car. It was at least ten miles back to the motel room which seemed like one hell of a long walk, especially considering that he had just jumped off a bridge and it was the middle of the night.
“Are you going to drive?” Sam asked, obviously enjoying this way more than was socially acceptable.
“Yes. No. I don’t know. Shut up.” Dean sighed. “I’m going to walk. You’re going to drive the car at half a mile per hour back to the room and if you so much as hit a leaf, I’ll shoot you. And when you get back, don’t shower. I’m taking the first one.”
Sam took the slimy keys from Dean, grinning. “See you in a few hours.”
Dean said something that was definitely hateful that time and started walking. Ten miles wasn’t going to take that long, in the grand scheme of things, but the grime and mud was going to stiffen up his clothes and it was practically November, so it wasn’t warm. He thought about it.
It was ten miles to freeze to death, ten miles to get murdered by a ghost, ten miles to stew over Sam driving the Impala, ten miles to worry about Dad. Dean mused the whole way back to the motel, stopping only once to dive sideways off the highway when a yahoo going way too fast in a beat up Scirocco nearly ran him down. He hated himself for a few minutes after that little episode, for making himself walk, but he tried to see it rationally.
He never would have let Sam in the car in the state he was in now. Dad even used to break them into people’s back yards to hose them off if they got dirty. It was disrespectful to the car to get her all muddied up.
Dean thought about his Dad for minute. Dad had never been away for this long without being in contact. If he really left in the middle of a job, that meant he had to be onto something even bigger. There were three things that could draw John Winchester away from a hunt, and Dean knew that he and Sam were safe, so that only left one option. But Dean could make himself sick thinking about that and thinking about Mom. He kept walking.
Besides, he could see the lights from the motel coming up and when got back, he was going to stand in the shower until there wasn’t a drop of hot water left. That would serve Sam right for having the presence of mind to grab onto the bridge on his way down. Wily bastard.
Dean smiled in spite of himself. He was proud of his brother, in spite of him going off to Stanford. Or maybe because of it. Dean tried not to think of the reasons and instead just focus on the main point which was just that he cared about his brother and they made a good monster fighting team.
“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked, looking up when Dean walked in and smirking. “Took longer you than I thought it was going to. Getting older, aren’t you?”
“Some jackass in a Volkswagen tried to run me down. I’m fine though, thanks for caring.” He shrugged out of his coat. “I’m going to go wash up.”
“Yeah.” Sam had a funny look on his face.
Dean eyed him. If it was more shouting, angst-ing drama, he didn’t want to go there. “What?” he asked finally.
“It’s just good to see you again, Dean.”
“...You too, Sammy.” And he meant it.
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Date: 2009-12-19 05:13 am (UTC)