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Title: Sam's Dance
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Sam, mentions of Jess
Disclaimer: You know, I keep checking, and somehow Kripke still owns the boys, not me.
Summary: Dean has such dreams.
Authors' Note: For a prompt from my beta,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marvinmuse
Dean dreamt about it sometimes. What it would have been like if things were different. Not so much Mom’s death, not normally. That life was a little too hard to picture. Hunting was all he really knew. But what it would have been like if the demon had given up on Sam after that, had decided to cut his losses with the Winchesters with John becoming a hunter.
He wondered how Sam would have proposed to his girl. They’d talked about her, him and Sam. In the car during those long slow stretches of highway between jobs. After the first rush of grieving was over, Sam had turned from sitting silently to painting vivid pictures of her, her personality and her habits and the quirks that made him fall in love with her. She’d had brains and spunk, apparently. He approved of her, in retrospect. Sam needed someone with some attitude to keep him from getting too stuck in his ways.
So he wondered about it, late at night. How Sam would have done it, how she’d respond to him. Dean always decided that she’d say yes. She wouldn’t have deserved Sam if she hadn’t loved him back the way Sam had loved her.
About the time he normally figured out exactly how dorky Sam would look during the whole proposal scene, he tended to fall asleep. When he did that, he didn’t dream about hunting, or the past. He dreamt about Sam’s wedding.
They didn’t contact each other while Sam was off at Stanford, but they still had ways of getting in touch. Dean had sent off post cards the two times he’d had to switch to a new cell phone, and Sam had always texted him a line or two, to let him know that he’d gotten the number. So Dean was pretty sure that Sam would at least have let him know he was getting married. In his better dreams, that was the time when they’d call a truce and start being real brothers again, sometimes even reconciling Sam and Dad. At the least, in those dreams, Sam asked him to be best man at the wedding.
In the not as good dreams, telling Dean that he was getting married was all that Sam was willing to do. In which case, Dean normally crashed the wedding. He still wanted to see it all happen, still wanted to see his little brother happy.
The dreams always ended with Sam dancing to some overly sentimental waltz tune with Jessica, eyes glued to her face. Ending straight out of a chick-flick, Dean knew, but it just fit. Sam deserved that kind of happiness.
The hard part was waking up afterwards, looking over at his brother and realizing that the Disney ending didn’t happen for Winchesters. Sam was never going to get his wedding with his girl.
He felt kinda guilty for being glad to have his brother back with him instead of off in that dream world with his girl. Not that he’d ever tell Sam.
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Sam, mentions of Jess
Disclaimer: You know, I keep checking, and somehow Kripke still owns the boys, not me.
Summary: Dean has such dreams.
Authors' Note: For a prompt from my beta,
marvinmuseDean dreamt about it sometimes. What it would have been like if things were different. Not so much Mom’s death, not normally. That life was a little too hard to picture. Hunting was all he really knew. But what it would have been like if the demon had given up on Sam after that, had decided to cut his losses with the Winchesters with John becoming a hunter.
He wondered how Sam would have proposed to his girl. They’d talked about her, him and Sam. In the car during those long slow stretches of highway between jobs. After the first rush of grieving was over, Sam had turned from sitting silently to painting vivid pictures of her, her personality and her habits and the quirks that made him fall in love with her. She’d had brains and spunk, apparently. He approved of her, in retrospect. Sam needed someone with some attitude to keep him from getting too stuck in his ways.
So he wondered about it, late at night. How Sam would have done it, how she’d respond to him. Dean always decided that she’d say yes. She wouldn’t have deserved Sam if she hadn’t loved him back the way Sam had loved her.
About the time he normally figured out exactly how dorky Sam would look during the whole proposal scene, he tended to fall asleep. When he did that, he didn’t dream about hunting, or the past. He dreamt about Sam’s wedding.
They didn’t contact each other while Sam was off at Stanford, but they still had ways of getting in touch. Dean had sent off post cards the two times he’d had to switch to a new cell phone, and Sam had always texted him a line or two, to let him know that he’d gotten the number. So Dean was pretty sure that Sam would at least have let him know he was getting married. In his better dreams, that was the time when they’d call a truce and start being real brothers again, sometimes even reconciling Sam and Dad. At the least, in those dreams, Sam asked him to be best man at the wedding.
In the not as good dreams, telling Dean that he was getting married was all that Sam was willing to do. In which case, Dean normally crashed the wedding. He still wanted to see it all happen, still wanted to see his little brother happy.
The dreams always ended with Sam dancing to some overly sentimental waltz tune with Jessica, eyes glued to her face. Ending straight out of a chick-flick, Dean knew, but it just fit. Sam deserved that kind of happiness.
The hard part was waking up afterwards, looking over at his brother and realizing that the Disney ending didn’t happen for Winchesters. Sam was never going to get his wedding with his girl.
He felt kinda guilty for being glad to have his brother back with him instead of off in that dream world with his girl. Not that he’d ever tell Sam.