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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Celebrating a hunt
Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester
prompt: celebrating after a particularly tough hunt
Word Count: 439 words
Finished: October 2016
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It had been a long, tiring week. All Sam wanted was to have a shower and a drink, or two. Usually, he didn't drink much, but today, everything was welcome, which promised a deep and dreamless sleep. He wanted to get rid of the pictures in his mind, at least for a while: pictures of the two children they had hunted and finally found in the old barn. Much too young. Dean had told him to stay outside; emotionless as ever he had completed their job alone. Sam had only heard scraps of cries and thunks, enough to make him cringe inwardly.
„Hey, Sammy, I will go out a bit. Celebrating.“
Sam didn't need to look up. He knew, Dean was standing near the door, dressed up in his tight, black denim and a white shirt, a smile on his face as if nothing had happened.
He sighed inwardly. Not this again. He had seen his brother in this state before. He would end up somewhere in a bar, drinking, dancing, and flirting all night long. Probably he would go home with one of the prettiest girls, he would spend the night with her. In the morning, he would come back to the motel in the best humor, with coffee and donuts and muesli for Sam.
The nightmares would come later when reality caught up with him again. Then he would wake up from sleep startled, drenched in sweat, shaking all over. He would stand up and sneak out of the motel room for a smoke so as not to bother him, Sam.
It had been like this since Sam could remember. Dean had to be the tough one who cared for his little brother. And who had ever cared about him? Their father? No. John had been a good hunter but not a good father. After that night, where a demon had burned their home and killed their mother, they had been on the road all the time. While Sammy had been much too young to understand, Dean had to take over his part of the family business.
Determined Sam put down the glass of Whiskey. It was about time for a change. He was not the little boy anymore. Since their father was gone, it was only him and Dean. It wasn't enough anymore to be at his side, he needed to take over his part of the burden.
„Wait a moment, and I will come with you,“ he murmured.
Only for a second, Dean looked surprised. „Well, I guess it's about time to lose your virginity, Sammy-boy.“ This time the smile on his face was genuine.
Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester
prompt: celebrating after a particularly tough hunt
Word Count: 439 words
Finished: October 2016
:::
It had been a long, tiring week. All Sam wanted was to have a shower and a drink, or two. Usually, he didn't drink much, but today, everything was welcome, which promised a deep and dreamless sleep. He wanted to get rid of the pictures in his mind, at least for a while: pictures of the two children they had hunted and finally found in the old barn. Much too young. Dean had told him to stay outside; emotionless as ever he had completed their job alone. Sam had only heard scraps of cries and thunks, enough to make him cringe inwardly.
„Hey, Sammy, I will go out a bit. Celebrating.“
Sam didn't need to look up. He knew, Dean was standing near the door, dressed up in his tight, black denim and a white shirt, a smile on his face as if nothing had happened.
He sighed inwardly. Not this again. He had seen his brother in this state before. He would end up somewhere in a bar, drinking, dancing, and flirting all night long. Probably he would go home with one of the prettiest girls, he would spend the night with her. In the morning, he would come back to the motel in the best humor, with coffee and donuts and muesli for Sam.
The nightmares would come later when reality caught up with him again. Then he would wake up from sleep startled, drenched in sweat, shaking all over. He would stand up and sneak out of the motel room for a smoke so as not to bother him, Sam.
It had been like this since Sam could remember. Dean had to be the tough one who cared for his little brother. And who had ever cared about him? Their father? No. John had been a good hunter but not a good father. After that night, where a demon had burned their home and killed their mother, they had been on the road all the time. While Sammy had been much too young to understand, Dean had to take over his part of the family business.
Determined Sam put down the glass of Whiskey. It was about time for a change. He was not the little boy anymore. Since their father was gone, it was only him and Dean. It wasn't enough anymore to be at his side, he needed to take over his part of the burden.
„Wait a moment, and I will come with you,“ he murmured.
Only for a second, Dean looked surprised. „Well, I guess it's about time to lose your virginity, Sammy-boy.“ This time the smile on his face was genuine.