Fictober Day 1

Fictober Day 1

prompt: "That was good work"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Rating: General

Summary:

Sam's POV: Dean attending Sam's school play "Our Town" (as referenced by Dean in season 1 episode 16)

Dad’s not here.

Of course, Dad’s not here, Sam thought to himself as he peeked out from the curtain. 

Ever since he became a teenager and started developing his own interests, John had started giving him less and less attention. All of his parental attention was reserved for Sam’s more hunting-inclined older brother. 

It wasn’t like Sam was really vying for his father’s attention in the first place; after all, John had no interest in anything but the chase. ‘Finding the thing that killed Mom’ had been his life goal for as long as Sam could remember. There wasn’t really room for John to be a dad to kids who weren't his perfect little soldiers. Dean could play that role well, but Sam… Sam wanted to have a normal life. A life that John couldn’t give him. At 8 years old Dean had to be the one to teach him how to throw a baseball and at 11 Uncle Bobby had to be the one to teach him how to ride a bike. All John did was teach him how to load a pump action shotgun with rock salt. 

Sam was used to being dropped in a random motel in a random state to get through half a semester before being picked up to start over somewhere else. Six months was the longest he had ever been at one school. This new school in Colorado was nothing different. At least it wouldn’t be different if it wasn't his first semester alone, but Sam was starting his sophomore year without Dean. Ever since dropping out of high school to be a full-time hunter, Dean was hardly around anymore. 

With all this newfound free time Sam decided to look into after-school activities to keep his mind off of how alone he now felt. It also let him stay at school longer so he didn’t have to walk half a mile back to an empty motel room so soon. 

Drama club wouldn’t have been his first choice but the kids seemed nice and sometimes they would practice until 11 pm on Fridays so it was perfect for keeping busy. 

Sam had an unnatural talent for acting developed from the years of having to lie to everyone around him including his own father sometimes. This landed him the role of George Gibbs, the male lead of the fall play.

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“So how's school going,” came Dean’s voice from the other end of the phone one week prior.

“It’s fine I guess,” Sam said flatly.

“Oh, come on you gotta tell me all the high school drama now that I'm not there to witness it myself.” 

“I… wouldn’t know.”

“Don't tell me you’re spending all your time in the library again.”

“No... Dean look I gotta go–”

“No no no come on Sammy tell me how it's really going.”

Sam sighs. He knew Dean wouldn't understand his sudden desire to act but he opened up anyway. “I joined the drama club…”

There was a pause on the other end. “...I leave you alone for 2 months and you've already gone full-fledged geek.” Even though they were talking on a phone Dean could swear he could hear Sam’s eyerolls. “So are you playing Dorthy or are you more of a wicked witch kind of guy.” 

“I’ll have you know I got the MALE lead roll,” Sam protested.

“Wait for real,” Dean said dropping the mocking tone. 

His sincerity made Sam get self-conscious again. “Yeah… look just… dont tell dad ok?”

“Why not I'm sure he’d love to know how you're doing.”

“If he wants to know he can call me himself…”

Dean nods softly even though Sam can’t see it. “Well look, I gotta go for real now but... what day is the play?”

“It's next Friday,” Sam said with a sigh.

“Alright break a leg.”

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Sam looked out into the crowd again watching as other kids' parents filed in. He knew Dean well enough to know he would tell their dad despite his wishes but Sam didn’t expect John to actually do anything with the information. Despite that feeling, he couldn't stop himself from scanning the crowd every few minutes while they waited to start. Sure enough, there wasn’t a single familiar face anywhere to be seen.

When it was finally time to start Sam took his position and waited for his queue. Once the curtain finally rose he looked out and that's when he saw him. Not his Dad but one better. His older brother. Dean Rushed in clearly disheveled from not showering after a run-in with a monster. He was standing in the back and breathing heavily from running to get there in time but that didn’t stop him from waving at his little brother when they locked eyes. 

"That was good work you did out there,” Dean said affectionately while ruffling Sam’s hair at the end of the show. 

"Just you?" Sam asked. He didn't have to specify, Dean knew what he meant. Sam was wondering if Dad was coming or had any intentions of coming.

"Just me," Dean responded.

Fictober Day 2

prompt: "It's been a long time"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Dean Winchester, Castiel

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary:

Dean's POV: Having to take care of Cas while he recovers from taking on Sam's trauma ("Dude, on my car... he showed up naked... covered in bees." -Dean S7 E23)

After what felt like forever listening to the phone ring, Sam finally decided to break the silence between him and Dean. “He’s not gonna answer,” he said flatly.

“He’s gonna answer,” Dean retorted.

“Dude, we haven’t heard from Cas in like two days. Not to mention, with the state he’s in now… even if he answered you'd be lucky to get anything of substance out of him.”

“Yeah, but it's Cas… He always bounces back.”

“Well, maybe he really is in over his head this time.” Sam stood up to leave. “I’m gonna go check on the other ingredients.”

Dean gives Sam a conflicted look as he leaves before closing his phone and rubbing his hand over his face.

When Cas did finally show up again it was because Dean hadn’t given up. He tried praying to him again asking for help with the Leviathan problem and this time He actually did make his appearance. Lucky for Dean he was outside when this happened because Cas came with the company of an entire swarm of bees.

“Cas?” He said confused as he turned around to face the angel and swat away the Bees trying to sting him. “What the hell is all this? Where were you?”

“I was observing the pollination patterns of honey bees in Europe where they originate from,” Cas explained in his typical monotone voice.

“Europe?”

“Honey Bees are not native to North America as many people think,” He said as if was the most interesting fact in the world. “They were imported from Europe in the 17th century.”

“Ok Buddy,” Dean said dismissively before taking another look at Cas as the bees began dispersing. He turns his head up and pointedly looks at the sky. “Cas… where the hell are your clothes.”

“Cloth obstructs my ability to experience the pollination firsthand.” 

Dean looks down again to see Cas’s skin covered in welts and sighs. “Damnit Cas, you’re covered in bee stings… come inside.” Dean led Cas inside and directed him to put a towel around his waist while he grabbed the first aid kit.

When he returned he pulled out the tweezers and inspected the dozens of red bumps on Cas’s skin. “This might hurt a little.”

“Dean, I can’t feel pain like that.”

“Right… well brace yourself anyway,” Dean said as he started to pull out the stingers one by one. “Your lucky Jimmy wasn’t allergic to bees otherwise you'd be fucked.”

Dean continued to carefully tent to Cas’s wounds making sure to clean off each one with a rag as he went. “It's been a long time since I had to take care of someone like this,” He said softly.

Cas tilted his head to the side. “Are you referring to Sam?”

“Yeah… I am. Before Dad sold the house we used to play in the backyard all the time.” Dean let out a chuckle as he recalls the memories. “Once when he was 4 he hit the tree in our front yard with a wooden sword and it made a bee hive fall to the ground. Poor guy was screaming and crying and I had to take out every stinger just like this.”

Cas listened to his story with intrigue. “Sam is lucky to have you as a brother. I often wonder how brothers are meant to treat each other. Certainly not betraying their trust for the sake of power.”

Cas normally spoke in code these days but Dean could tell he was referring to himself and the other members of the Garrison but he couldn’t help but be reminded of all of the times he and Sam had lied and kept secrets from each other. “You’d be surprised. Come on let's get you in the bathtub so we can stop the swelling.”

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