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alwaysenduphere) wrote2010-10-01 01:15 am
alwaysenduphere) wrote2010-10-01 01:15 am
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fic(spn): incident
Title: Incident
Rating: G
Characters: Sid the neighbor, his wife, Lisa and Dean.
Warnings: mentions of canon character death. spoilers for 6.01.
Notes: 1071 words. 2nd person pov, as per my usual. This is what happens when you listen too closely to the musings of other people. :P To![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crimsonkitty88 for putting the idea in my head and blacklid for the bit about baseball bats. I hope you don't mind that I used it.
Summary:
Over $2.50 pints of beer at Jonesys, Dean tells you his brother saved the world. You've known him nearly a year and it's the first time you hear him say Sam's name.
When Dean first speaks to you, his voice is gravelly low like it doesn't get used very often. He speaks at nearly a whisper and his tone is full of warning. Nancy told you to be careful around him, how Lisa said he'd been through some shit and had some issues, but you never expected to find him busting into your bathroom with a baseball bat at three am.
He drops the bat the moment he flips on the light and sees your face and you can tell he's startled moreso than you, face white and knuckles clenched around the bat (kids' power slugger, probably. Ben's got serious potential.) His eyes are huge and he mumbles "M'sorry, m'sorry" before darting out the door and presumably out of your house, leaving you standing with your pant-legs around your ankles.
You've known him two months.
It's nearly a month later when the two of you cross paths again, despite living right next door. He's still quiet and he clutches his glass of whiskey like a safety blanket but he smiles at you from across the lawn so you consider it progress. You told Nancy about 'the incident' as you refer to it, right after it happened, which of course prompts her to discuss it with Lisa. Like all games of telephone the story gets twisted around and it somehow ends up with you being the one with the baseball bat and Dean only coming in to make sure you hadn't gone crazy. You figure it's probably best; it's obvious Dean has enough on his plate without being the crazy bat-toting neighbor. Though you are still curious why he came into your house that night.
Nancy convinces you to help Dean get a job with your construction crew, says your pull as foreman makes all the difference. It's a crap job and you know it, would be so much better if you'd just gone union like your father told you to, but it pays really well, when it pays. The job you're on is a long-timer, almost like you're building a whole city out of nothing, and there have been several stalls and additions to the original building plans. At first Dean frowns when you offer to get him started, like he's not sure exactly what you mean by 'a steady job,' but he takes to it pretty quickly. Keeps to his own of course, but works hard and the boss compliments you on finding him, so you write it off as a win. You can't help but think he's got the look of someone who's used to tearing cities down instead of building them.
You've known Dean seven months before you learn he had a brother. He still doesn't speak a lot but he smiles more than he used to around Lisa and Ben. Your job as foreman has shifted into your 'full-time permanent with benefits' job and Dean's taken over your foreman position. You've gotten to know your best employee thanks to Nancy's annoying yet fruitful idea to have monthly neighborhood barbecues. He's an astonishing cook, even with little supplies at his fingertips. He's fixed the A/C belt on your 93 Corolla twice now and hasn't asked for a thing in return, other than maybe an acceptance of his silence and a secret pact not to ever mention 'the incident' again. Sometimes you actually wonder if he even remembers it. The next time Lisa comes out of the house with the ribs but no Dean you make a point to ask her if he's doing better, and she simply tells you it's not a good day. Later you learn that it was his brother's birthday and it all starts to make a bit more sense.
Over $2.50 pints of beer at Jonesys, Dean tells you his brother saved the world. You've known him nearly a year and it's the first time you hear him say Sam's name. He's usually pretty careful about how much he drinks and what he says, but there's something about this night that has him drinking down everything in sight. You consider saying something, know Lisa and he have gone several rounds in the past about the amount he drinks, but then he starts talking and making such grandiose statements that you just sit back and listen. He talks about ghosts and wendigos and fighting the devil, and the weirdest thing of it all is he says it with such fervor you can't help believe him. It's nearly last call when he stops talking grave robberies and driving route 66 and gets silent again. He's looking at you like he expects you to ask something and you're nearly ready to bring up 'the incident' just out of curiosity when he says, "We had some good times, Sam and I," like you hadn't got that from everything he'd said in the last three hours. His eyes shine as he says it and he polishes off what must be at least his fifth shot of the night before he says, "He died, last year. Round this time. And it sucks. I'm here and he's not and it just sucks, man."
Lisa scowls at the both of you when you stumble into their house nearly an hour later, Dean mostly hanging off your shoulder, mumbling. She guides you both to the living room couch and you wait until Dean's thoroughly tucked-in for the night before stumbling your way across the lawn into your own house. Dean shows up for work the next morning with dark circles under his eyes and a grim expression, and you don't speak the entire day. You take the whole crew to Jonesys three days later to celebrate completion on one of the biggest parts of the job, and Dean drinks only two beers, though he socializes more with the other guys than you've seen him do before. You consider it an improvement. At one point your eyes catch as he's laughing into his bottle at one of Dave's ridiculously corny jokes. He gives you a short nod and you figure you've come to one of those manly 'never talk about it again' understandings.
When Dean breaks into your house a second and final time three weeks later, you want to ask if he remembered the baseball bat, but all that comes out is a gasping wheeze so grotesque you're not actually sure it came from you.
Rating: G
Characters: Sid the neighbor, his wife, Lisa and Dean.
Warnings: mentions of canon character death. spoilers for 6.01.
Notes: 1071 words. 2nd person pov, as per my usual. This is what happens when you listen too closely to the musings of other people. :P To
crimsonkitty88 for putting the idea in my head and blacklid for the bit about baseball bats. I hope you don't mind that I used it.Summary:
Over $2.50 pints of beer at Jonesys, Dean tells you his brother saved the world. You've known him nearly a year and it's the first time you hear him say Sam's name.
When Dean first speaks to you, his voice is gravelly low like it doesn't get used very often. He speaks at nearly a whisper and his tone is full of warning. Nancy told you to be careful around him, how Lisa said he'd been through some shit and had some issues, but you never expected to find him busting into your bathroom with a baseball bat at three am.
He drops the bat the moment he flips on the light and sees your face and you can tell he's startled moreso than you, face white and knuckles clenched around the bat (kids' power slugger, probably. Ben's got serious potential.) His eyes are huge and he mumbles "M'sorry, m'sorry" before darting out the door and presumably out of your house, leaving you standing with your pant-legs around your ankles.
You've known him two months.
It's nearly a month later when the two of you cross paths again, despite living right next door. He's still quiet and he clutches his glass of whiskey like a safety blanket but he smiles at you from across the lawn so you consider it progress. You told Nancy about 'the incident' as you refer to it, right after it happened, which of course prompts her to discuss it with Lisa. Like all games of telephone the story gets twisted around and it somehow ends up with you being the one with the baseball bat and Dean only coming in to make sure you hadn't gone crazy. You figure it's probably best; it's obvious Dean has enough on his plate without being the crazy bat-toting neighbor. Though you are still curious why he came into your house that night.
Nancy convinces you to help Dean get a job with your construction crew, says your pull as foreman makes all the difference. It's a crap job and you know it, would be so much better if you'd just gone union like your father told you to, but it pays really well, when it pays. The job you're on is a long-timer, almost like you're building a whole city out of nothing, and there have been several stalls and additions to the original building plans. At first Dean frowns when you offer to get him started, like he's not sure exactly what you mean by 'a steady job,' but he takes to it pretty quickly. Keeps to his own of course, but works hard and the boss compliments you on finding him, so you write it off as a win. You can't help but think he's got the look of someone who's used to tearing cities down instead of building them.
You've known Dean seven months before you learn he had a brother. He still doesn't speak a lot but he smiles more than he used to around Lisa and Ben. Your job as foreman has shifted into your 'full-time permanent with benefits' job and Dean's taken over your foreman position. You've gotten to know your best employee thanks to Nancy's annoying yet fruitful idea to have monthly neighborhood barbecues. He's an astonishing cook, even with little supplies at his fingertips. He's fixed the A/C belt on your 93 Corolla twice now and hasn't asked for a thing in return, other than maybe an acceptance of his silence and a secret pact not to ever mention 'the incident' again. Sometimes you actually wonder if he even remembers it. The next time Lisa comes out of the house with the ribs but no Dean you make a point to ask her if he's doing better, and she simply tells you it's not a good day. Later you learn that it was his brother's birthday and it all starts to make a bit more sense.
Over $2.50 pints of beer at Jonesys, Dean tells you his brother saved the world. You've known him nearly a year and it's the first time you hear him say Sam's name. He's usually pretty careful about how much he drinks and what he says, but there's something about this night that has him drinking down everything in sight. You consider saying something, know Lisa and he have gone several rounds in the past about the amount he drinks, but then he starts talking and making such grandiose statements that you just sit back and listen. He talks about ghosts and wendigos and fighting the devil, and the weirdest thing of it all is he says it with such fervor you can't help believe him. It's nearly last call when he stops talking grave robberies and driving route 66 and gets silent again. He's looking at you like he expects you to ask something and you're nearly ready to bring up 'the incident' just out of curiosity when he says, "We had some good times, Sam and I," like you hadn't got that from everything he'd said in the last three hours. His eyes shine as he says it and he polishes off what must be at least his fifth shot of the night before he says, "He died, last year. Round this time. And it sucks. I'm here and he's not and it just sucks, man."
Lisa scowls at the both of you when you stumble into their house nearly an hour later, Dean mostly hanging off your shoulder, mumbling. She guides you both to the living room couch and you wait until Dean's thoroughly tucked-in for the night before stumbling your way across the lawn into your own house. Dean shows up for work the next morning with dark circles under his eyes and a grim expression, and you don't speak the entire day. You take the whole crew to Jonesys three days later to celebrate completion on one of the biggest parts of the job, and Dean drinks only two beers, though he socializes more with the other guys than you've seen him do before. You consider it an improvement. At one point your eyes catch as he's laughing into his bottle at one of Dave's ridiculously corny jokes. He gives you a short nod and you figure you've come to one of those manly 'never talk about it again' understandings.
When Dean breaks into your house a second and final time three weeks later, you want to ask if he remembered the baseball bat, but all that comes out is a gasping wheeze so grotesque you're not actually sure it came from you.
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