We've talked before about how I probably don't trust my audience enough. Sometimes I see weird wild ideas you and indiachick come up with, and I'm reminded, Oh, YEAH, you can do ANYTHING in writing! It inspires me to do something more experimental, but left to my own devices, I stay very material and representative, keep my feet on the ground instead of my head in the clouds, alas ...
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Sam mentally corrected Dad and Dean's assumptions about this rare monster as he turned the page. He remembered the last time they hunted one of these things, they’d shot it with a salt round, believing it to be vulnerable to salt, but from where Sam stood, it had looked like it was the impact of the round that had slowed it temporarily, not the salt itself. Now Dad and Dean were making all kinds of plans involving showers of salt that Sam was 95% sure would be completely ineffective ... although it could be kind of entertaining to watch it all play out (salt everywhere, Dad and Dean hysterical--Dean made this hilarious face when he turned out to be wrong about something hunting-related, his eyes and mouth comically wide), if these monsters weren’t so spectacularly dangerous.
“I’ll come with you,” he said suddenly. This way, they could have their salt and he could kill the monster, too.
“Sam, you’re still just a kid,” Dean said patronizingly over the back of his seat. “And these guys are dangerous. Sit this one out.”
Dean didn’t think he was too young to regale with the most appalling details of his romantic liaisons, or of their goriest hunts, the hypocrite. He was only saying it because Sam’s supposed youth and vulnerability were all that, at least until Sam got a little older, let Dean have that one part of their Dad to himself. Sam stared meaningfully at Dean. Dean knew Sam would never ask to come on a hunt unless it was really, really important, right? Dean wavered, because loyal Dean wanted to make everybody he loved happy. It was the best thing about him. Trouble was, Dad and Sam were so different, it was almost impossible to make them happy at the same time. Sam didn’t understand why Dean bothered to try so hard to make Dad happy, because he had to practically make himself into someone else to even come close. At least with Sam, he could be himself.
I completely forgot about this fic--thanks for reminding me of its existence!
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Date: 2014-02-02 03:45 am (UTC)We've talked before about how I probably don't trust my audience enough. Sometimes I see weird wild ideas you and
9:
Sam mentally corrected Dad and Dean's assumptions about this rare monster as he turned the page. He remembered the last time they hunted one of these things, they’d shot it with a salt round, believing it to be vulnerable to salt, but from where Sam stood, it had looked like it was the impact of the round that had slowed it temporarily, not the salt itself. Now Dad and Dean were making all kinds of plans involving showers of salt that Sam was 95% sure would be completely ineffective ... although it could be kind of entertaining to watch it all play out (salt everywhere, Dad and Dean hysterical--Dean made this hilarious face when he turned out to be wrong about something hunting-related, his eyes and mouth comically wide), if these monsters weren’t so spectacularly dangerous.
“I’ll come with you,” he said suddenly. This way, they could have their salt and he could kill the monster, too.
“Sam, you’re still just a kid,” Dean said patronizingly over the back of his seat. “And these guys are dangerous. Sit this one out.”
Dean didn’t think he was too young to regale with the most appalling details of his romantic liaisons, or of their goriest hunts, the hypocrite. He was only saying it because Sam’s supposed youth and vulnerability were all that, at least until Sam got a little older, let Dean have that one part of their Dad to himself. Sam stared meaningfully at Dean. Dean knew Sam would never ask to come on a hunt unless it was really, really important, right? Dean wavered, because loyal Dean wanted to make everybody he loved happy. It was the best thing about him. Trouble was, Dad and Sam were so different, it was almost impossible to make them happy at the same time. Sam didn’t understand why Dean bothered to try so hard to make Dad happy, because he had to practically make himself into someone else to even come close. At least with Sam, he could be himself.
I completely forgot about this fic--thanks for reminding me of its existence!