Fic: Can`t hear your cries in the silence
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Title: Can't hear your cries in the silence
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astri13
Rating: Gen, PG
Characters: Teen!Sam, Dean
Word Count: 925
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything about the show.
Summary: In the world of the Winchesters a small piece of paper can be a deadlier than anything else. Even to an unbreakable bond.
Sam fiddled with the letter once more. It was one of five, each of them like a little door to a world Sam only knew from his dreams. But now…now he might actually be able to walk through that door and live there for real. Five letters of similar content, but four offered only part of his dream. This last one, though, promised it all. A full ride. Sam still couldn't believe it.
Carefully Sam tucked the envelope away again. His chemistry book had been chosen as the current hiding place. Sam rotated the letters every few days to avoid detection, and everything homework-related was a good repellent of nosy big brothers.
Lately, Dean seemed determined to prove that Sam's room aka 'Geek Heaven', as Dean called it, housed more than clothes and books. Where were the magazines, the condom stash and the half-eaten pizza? Dean refused to believe that any brother of his could defect so badly from the time-honored traditions of male teenagers everywhere.
Hiding from Dean was nothing Sam rejoiced in, and sometimes he almost wished Dean would find the letters. It would make it easier to breach the subject. But it was too soon, Sam needed more time. So many things needed to be taken into consideration, every angle had to be covered before he could tell his brother. Everything had to be perfect to leave Dean with no choice but to agree with Sam on the outlined course.
Practically from the moment Sam had read the last letter, he'd thrown himself headfirst into this project. He'd used the old computer at the library for fact checking. He'd made calculations; even getting Dean to help by pretending it was homework. Dean had always been good with numbers after all.
Today was the day, however, where the time of secrets was coming to an end. At least with Dean because telling Dad about Stanford was not something Sam looked forward to. He hoped to convince Dean to keep a lid on it for a little while longer.
After he had convinced Dean to come with him, of course. Sam was confident he could build a good case now. For one, it was California, which meant sun, which meant lots of girls in skimpy clothes. They could room together off-campus at first, saving money.
Sam had checked out the local community college. They offered courses on myths, folklore and urban legends. Maybe his brother could audit some classes in Stanford, too. Or he could get a job. Dean was quite handy with machines and electronics; there were a zillion things he could do.
They could come home during the holidays or do the occasional little job on weekends themselves. Important thing was, they would be together. And safe. Sam wouldn't have to wait for a call or even a goddamn letter telling him his brother had bled out in the middle of nowhere because a skinwalker had attacked him or he'd broken his neck because a Poltergeist had thrown him into a wall.
And dad would have to leave off the real dangerous jobs too, if he found himself short of a soldier suddenly. Maybe even dad would settle down somewhere, and they'd have a real family home to come back to.
Determined, Sam walked down the rickety stairs of the old house they'd rented. From the kitchen he could hear the clanging of plates and glasses that told him Dean was doing the dishes. His turn this week.
Taking a deep breath, Sam entered the kitchen. Now or never.
"So, geek-heaven got too boring for even you?" Dean called over his shoulder.
"Haha, bite me," Sam answered good-naturedly. "So you, um, wanna go to the movies afterwards? Do something fun. Or whatever you want." He tried to grin. Start slow, Sam. Ease him into it.
"Sorry dude, can't come. Dad needs me at the graveyard, helping with the Williamson spirit."
Sam sighed, frustrated. "But it's a regular salt and burn. And the spirit isn't even violent, just…sad," he finished lamely.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude."
"I just…I just think Dad can handle it on his own." Sam emphasized the last part.
Dean frowned. "Come on, Sammy. You know how dangerous the job is. Two pairs of eyes - and hands - are better than one."
Sam wanted to open his mouth, wanted to tell Dean all about Stanford and Sam's plans for the both of them, but for some reason his throat felt like a giant boa had wrapped herself around it, squeezing.
"Yeah okay. I…I still have some homework to do. I'll better get to it," he forced out finally.
For a few moments Dean gave him a curious look, and the words were at the tip of Sam's tongue again, ready to tumble out. Yet nothing came.
When the silence between them stretched out, Dean turned back to his task. Sam thought he heard a muttered "geek" coming from his brother but wasn't sure. Not that it mattered now. He'd just missed his chance to be geek plus one.
Two months later when the bus to California pulled out of the Greyhound lot, Sam touched the empty seat beside him. More than anything he wished he had asked, but it just would have hurt too much to hear Dean say 'no' to him.
He never knew that Dean had accidentally stumbled upon the admission letters and, when watching the Greyhound's taillights, wished for the same thing. It just hurt so much to have Sam say nothing to him.
spnflashfic - migrator. :)Title: Can't hear your cries in the silence
Author:
astri13Rating: Gen, PG
Characters: Teen!Sam, Dean
Word Count: 925
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything about the show.
Summary: In the world of the Winchesters a small piece of paper can be a deadlier than anything else. Even to an unbreakable bond.
Sam fiddled with the letter once more. It was one of five, each of them like a little door to a world Sam only knew from his dreams. But now…now he might actually be able to walk through that door and live there for real. Five letters of similar content, but four offered only part of his dream. This last one, though, promised it all. A full ride. Sam still couldn't believe it.
Carefully Sam tucked the envelope away again. His chemistry book had been chosen as the current hiding place. Sam rotated the letters every few days to avoid detection, and everything homework-related was a good repellent of nosy big brothers.
Lately, Dean seemed determined to prove that Sam's room aka 'Geek Heaven', as Dean called it, housed more than clothes and books. Where were the magazines, the condom stash and the half-eaten pizza? Dean refused to believe that any brother of his could defect so badly from the time-honored traditions of male teenagers everywhere.
Hiding from Dean was nothing Sam rejoiced in, and sometimes he almost wished Dean would find the letters. It would make it easier to breach the subject. But it was too soon, Sam needed more time. So many things needed to be taken into consideration, every angle had to be covered before he could tell his brother. Everything had to be perfect to leave Dean with no choice but to agree with Sam on the outlined course.
Practically from the moment Sam had read the last letter, he'd thrown himself headfirst into this project. He'd used the old computer at the library for fact checking. He'd made calculations; even getting Dean to help by pretending it was homework. Dean had always been good with numbers after all.
Today was the day, however, where the time of secrets was coming to an end. At least with Dean because telling Dad about Stanford was not something Sam looked forward to. He hoped to convince Dean to keep a lid on it for a little while longer.
After he had convinced Dean to come with him, of course. Sam was confident he could build a good case now. For one, it was California, which meant sun, which meant lots of girls in skimpy clothes. They could room together off-campus at first, saving money.
Sam had checked out the local community college. They offered courses on myths, folklore and urban legends. Maybe his brother could audit some classes in Stanford, too. Or he could get a job. Dean was quite handy with machines and electronics; there were a zillion things he could do.
They could come home during the holidays or do the occasional little job on weekends themselves. Important thing was, they would be together. And safe. Sam wouldn't have to wait for a call or even a goddamn letter telling him his brother had bled out in the middle of nowhere because a skinwalker had attacked him or he'd broken his neck because a Poltergeist had thrown him into a wall.
And dad would have to leave off the real dangerous jobs too, if he found himself short of a soldier suddenly. Maybe even dad would settle down somewhere, and they'd have a real family home to come back to.
Determined, Sam walked down the rickety stairs of the old house they'd rented. From the kitchen he could hear the clanging of plates and glasses that told him Dean was doing the dishes. His turn this week.
Taking a deep breath, Sam entered the kitchen. Now or never.
"So, geek-heaven got too boring for even you?" Dean called over his shoulder.
"Haha, bite me," Sam answered good-naturedly. "So you, um, wanna go to the movies afterwards? Do something fun. Or whatever you want." He tried to grin. Start slow, Sam. Ease him into it.
"Sorry dude, can't come. Dad needs me at the graveyard, helping with the Williamson spirit."
Sam sighed, frustrated. "But it's a regular salt and burn. And the spirit isn't even violent, just…sad," he finished lamely.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude."
"I just…I just think Dad can handle it on his own." Sam emphasized the last part.
Dean frowned. "Come on, Sammy. You know how dangerous the job is. Two pairs of eyes - and hands - are better than one."
Sam wanted to open his mouth, wanted to tell Dean all about Stanford and Sam's plans for the both of them, but for some reason his throat felt like a giant boa had wrapped herself around it, squeezing.
"Yeah okay. I…I still have some homework to do. I'll better get to it," he forced out finally.
For a few moments Dean gave him a curious look, and the words were at the tip of Sam's tongue again, ready to tumble out. Yet nothing came.
When the silence between them stretched out, Dean turned back to his task. Sam thought he heard a muttered "geek" coming from his brother but wasn't sure. Not that it mattered now. He'd just missed his chance to be geek plus one.
Two months later when the bus to California pulled out of the Greyhound lot, Sam touched the empty seat beside him. More than anything he wished he had asked, but it just would have hurt too much to hear Dean say 'no' to him.
He never knew that Dean had accidentally stumbled upon the admission letters and, when watching the Greyhound's taillights, wished for the same thing. It just hurt so much to have Sam say nothing to him.
