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papered.livejournal.com posting in genetics Jul. 8th, 2007 12:07 pm)Title: Miles From You
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 297 words
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine - just the fic. :)
Summary: Sam's left for Stanford, and Dean can't help but miss his brother.
Notes: Written for the prompt, "too much". Many thanks topotthead for the betaing - and a pimp to her fic journal, raconter.
The helplessness came as the long hand ticked on and turned the minutes into hours, only mildly irritating at first, but building up inside him like a time bomb that was just waiting to go off. Nothing he did seemed to reduce the feeling, and no matter how much alcohol he consumed or how loud he cranked up Metallica, the helplessness remained like the itch of an infuriating mosquito bite that wouldn't go away.
It certainly wasn't a feeling he was familiar with, but for once in his life, there was nothing he could do. Overall, Dean decided that everything was too damn passive, and he hated it. He hated how no amount of wishing could transport his annoying little brother, who was currently on a bus to Stanford, to the spot in front of him. He hated the walls for being too glossy and the weather for being so sunny. If looks could harm, the carpet would have holes in it from the sheer intensity of his glaring.
A week passed. Dean found himself sitting around and being unproductive, all the while staring at John's cell phone, waiting for it to ring. And every time it did, he jumped up with a speed and urgency that made his father raise eyebrows. But it was never who Dean hoped for – Caleb, Bobby, Pastor Jim - but nothing at all from his brother.
Seven whole days. One hundred and sixty eight minutes. This was the longest he had been separated from Sam in the last eighteen years.
He felt miserable and powerless, and as much as some part of him wanted to hate Sam for leaving him behind, Dean found that the only thing he really hoped was that his brother didn’t feel as terrible as he did.
Finis.
Author:
paperedFandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 297 words
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine - just the fic. :)
Summary: Sam's left for Stanford, and Dean can't help but miss his brother.
Notes: Written for the prompt, "too much". Many thanks to
potthead for the betaing - and a pimp to her fic journal, raconter.The helplessness came as the long hand ticked on and turned the minutes into hours, only mildly irritating at first, but building up inside him like a time bomb that was just waiting to go off. Nothing he did seemed to reduce the feeling, and no matter how much alcohol he consumed or how loud he cranked up Metallica, the helplessness remained like the itch of an infuriating mosquito bite that wouldn't go away.
It certainly wasn't a feeling he was familiar with, but for once in his life, there was nothing he could do. Overall, Dean decided that everything was too damn passive, and he hated it. He hated how no amount of wishing could transport his annoying little brother, who was currently on a bus to Stanford, to the spot in front of him. He hated the walls for being too glossy and the weather for being so sunny. If looks could harm, the carpet would have holes in it from the sheer intensity of his glaring.
A week passed. Dean found himself sitting around and being unproductive, all the while staring at John's cell phone, waiting for it to ring. And every time it did, he jumped up with a speed and urgency that made his father raise eyebrows. But it was never who Dean hoped for – Caleb, Bobby, Pastor Jim - but nothing at all from his brother.
Seven whole days. One hundred and sixty eight minutes. This was the longest he had been separated from Sam in the last eighteen years.
He felt miserable and powerless, and as much as some part of him wanted to hate Sam for leaving him behind, Dean found that the only thing he really hoped was that his brother didn’t feel as terrible as he did.
Finis.
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Thanks for reading!
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Lovely.
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And thanks so much for reading!
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THAT TOTALLY MADE ME ROFL. LOOOOOOL. :D!
Also? Dean is my hero. Srsly. ♥ And I'm really glad to hear you enjoyed this. :)
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That's Dean for you, always thinking of his brother first *sniffles*
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Thanks for giving us a glimpse at a side of Dean he doesn't let anyone see.
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\O/
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