Fic: Peace, Brother (What Are We Fighting For)

[unamaga]

Peace, Brother (What Are We Fighting For)
Gen | PG | 500 words
Written for iamtinkerbean's prompt purple, sunsets, a cat.

The sky is turning a dark purple-pink over the roof of the run down farm, the night’s chill setting in. Sam swats absently at a mosquito, watching the last rays of sunshine fade.

“Do you think Dad would have been happy?” he asks, quietly because Dean can sometimes still be jumpy.

After a pause, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Sam starts, hesitant, “us being here and everything. He said he wanted you to have a home.”

Dean cuts a sharp look at him, hands gripping the wood fence they’re both sitting on. “He also said he wanted you to go back to school and have a normal life,” he replies, short and clipped. “You never thought about what he wanted when you made that decision.”

Despite himself, Sam digs his nails into his thighs. “I wasn’t trying to start a fight, Dean.”

“You’re never trying to start a fight, are you?” Dean says, facing Sam now. His eyes are dark, lips turned up at the corner in a humorless smirk. “That’s just the problem. You always talk about Dad, about what he would have wanted, but did you really ever know, Sam? You spent years and years hating him, thinking he never wanted to see you again.”

Sam stays quiet, watching his fingers turn bone-white.

“Even five minutes before he died, you didn’t trust his judgment. You were always too busy accusing him of things and riding your high, moral horse,” Dean continues, relentless. “He died for me. Dad died for me.”

“I—” Sam swallows, hard. “He loved you. He did it because he loved you, Dean.”

Dean looks off to the left, stubbing the toe of his boot in the dirt. The muscle in his jaw twitches.

“Dad wanted you to have a good life, Dean,” Sam says, emboldened. “You know—”

He pauses, looking down at his feet, which are very enthusiastically being mauled by a tiny black kitten.

“Dean?”

His brother turns, clearly ready to say something insulting, and stops short. “That’s a cat,” he says.

“Congratulations, you have eyes.” Sam leans down and tries to grab the fur ball without getting his hands cut up. The kitten rears back and hisses at him, and even that is high and cute-sounding. “Dude, you attacked me first,” he mumbles at it, offended.

“You are such a loser,” Dean groans, sweeping the cat effortlessly into his arms. The little monster settles down immediately, purring and butting its head against Dean’s hand.

Sam tries very hard not to look put out. “Why does it like you?”

“Animal magnetism,” Dean says easily, rubbing his finger between the cat’s eyes and smiling. The cat’s purring fit to burst and Dean looks happier than he did five minutes ago.

“I think we should name him J,” Sam says.

Dean looks startled for a minute, all wide green eyes and softened mouth. Then he smiles, bright and sweet. “That sounds good.”

Comments

[talilov.livejournal.com]

FARM! Ahem, sorry.

This was so sweet. The descriptions, the thing about the fight, the stuff about their dad and all the unfinished and unaddressed emotion. Rivetting stuff.

Cats can sense things, Sam. Like how you're demon spawn and what not...oh, you didn't know? My bad. JESUS CHRIST EVEN THE CAT CAN TELL.

The ending is so sweet, what with the ode to John and Dean's animal magnetism (lol) and Sam's snark. I'm printing this off to keep later because I just love it that much.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha! Poor Sammy. He never asked to be demonspawn, he just wanted to be a nice lawyer! Oh wait. Nevermind. *molests you*

HI, omg, HI!

[talilov.livejournal.com]

he asks, quietly because Dean can sometimes still be jumpy. I loved this line too because HE IS SO BROKEN!! *wub*

HELLO THERE LUFF.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

HE IS. Oh, Dean! *wibbles* His Daddy went and DIED to save HIM, which, of course, wasn't an even trade at all.

WHERE HAFF YOU BEEN? *grabby hands*

[dev-earl.livejournal.com]

“Animal magnetism,” Dean says easily, rubbing his finger between the cat’s eyes and smiling. The cat’s purring fit to burst and Dean looks happier than he did five minutes ago.

I think Dean has everything magnetism. :D

This was nice.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

He really does. I'm surprised metal objects don't regularly come flying at his head. "Woops, there's another filing cabinet. Might wanna duck, Sam."

*hugs*

[talilov.livejournal.com]

hahahahaha

Dean: *STUCK to the Impala* "Sam, a little help here please?"

Sam: "Man, you are going to have to learn to turn that thing off."

Dean: "Now let's not start pointing fingers about who can and can lot control their powers, Sammy."

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*LOVE, OMG*

Sam: Remember that thing I said about the two of you getting a room?
Dean: Shut up, Sam.
Sam: Well, it's just I don't think some of the parents appreciate this kind of thing. Young impressionable minds, you know?
Dean: I hate you.

[ilovesn.livejournal.com]

“Animal magnetism,” Dean says easily, rubbing his finger between the cat’s eyes and smiling. The cat’s purring fit to burst and Dean looks happier than he did five minutes ago.

“I think we should name him J,” Sam says.

OMG! that is TOOO CUTE

I loved it babes

*giggles*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Thanks, hon. :D

[iamzulma.livejournal.com]

aww, this was so sweet! love how the brothers talk to each other here, even if it's with anger, but then they settle into being brothers again, talking freely. and a kitty cat! what's not to love? ;)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I know! Kittens cure all ailments. Except for, like, cat allergies. BUT WHATEVER.

*smishes you* ♥

[iamzulma.livejournal.com]

hahahahaaa. *smishes you in return*

btw, are you participating in any of the fic challenges? like spn_christmas?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

uuum, i don't think so. i haven't really looked around or anything, since it's so early. are there already sign ups??

[writing-light.livejournal.com]

Perfect! Everything loves our Dean, there is no resisting!

The ending was sweet. ♥

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*jumps you* Yay, you liked it!

[writing-light.livejournal.com]

I did! I did! *catches you*

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

Animal magnetism. *purrs*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*smirks*

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

First I cried and then I laughed... Stupid mood swings. But a very cute fic, hon.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*hugs you tight* aww, babes.

[pushingyouaway.livejournal.com]

squeeeeeeeee

hee...animal magnetism oh deen

...now where's the fic that goes forward a few days and they're sitting outside of the impala and the kitten is on dean's head? hmm?

*gives you cookies and kisses* thank you dear! adorababble and cheered me right up

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Sam cautiously takes in the sight in front of him.

Dean is sitting on the Impala's hood, one leg bent up to balance a plate and the other stretched out in front of him. J is happily curled up on his head, bright green eyes only contented slits.

Occasionally, Dean reaches up with a tiny, ripped piece of ham from his sandwich, and J mews his thanks before eating it right from Dean's fingers.

Something in Sam's chest flutters.

[pushingyouaway.livejournal.com]

*FLAIL*

ohemgee. woman you slay me. slayed!

[anakin415.livejournal.com]

awwww fitting it was a black cat lol