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Flat on the Floor
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Not like I need to depend upon anyone.
Music blared through the speakers, far too loud, but it was relaxing, drowning out the empty thoughts echoing inside his head. Focusing on the lyrics as he made his way back from the halfway decent diner, with a pretty much all way decent waitress... long legs, browns eyes… delicious…
Since I can see the lack of need for me to be here at all.
Sitting on his passenger seat was a large bag that held two large beef burgers, two regular side salads, extra salty fries and slice of apple pie. The sign outside the diner had declared it to be the ‘world’s best’ but ‘world’s best’ or not, he was really looking forward to that pie. Balanced behind the bag of food were two coffees, strong and black just waiting to wake the brothers up.
One more anthem for the know it all.
When he eventually pulled up outside the motel, he found himself staring at the door, questioning what he would find inside. Sam would be there sat in front of that little laptop, that Dean was planning on ‘accidentally’ placing beneath the Impala’s wheels and driving over – damn keyboard tapping got really annoying after awhile.
I won't be standing up for long I better learn how to crawl
But it was all for a good cause - or at least it was all for cause anyway. To find out what was wrong with Dean… besides all those little tidbits that a psychologist could have a field day with. Pyro just didn’t seem to fit, it didn’t sound right on his tongue.
Learn how to crawl
“Pyrokinesis. Pyrokinetic.” He tasted the words but they didn’t feel right. Pyromaniac sounds more like me. He smiled at the thought, remembering all the fires he’d started through the years.
In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor
Grabbing the bag with one hand and the foam tray holding the coffee in the other, he made his way out of the car and to the motel room, tapping the bottom of the door with his foot to let Sam know he was there and would like Sam to get his skinny ass off that wooden chair that he would so definitely be sitting on and open the door.
Like I need to defend my own innocence
Sam scrubbed his hand over his face, tired eyes stinging and straining to focus on the bright screen in front of him. His left hand hovered over the keyboard and touchpad whilst his right fingers tapped a pen against the page of a pad. Scribbles and doodles littered the page and he found himself needing to blink as he reread the same line over and over again. What was he supposed to find? It’s not like the secrets to the Winchesters would be plastered all over the web…
So what, I did it, I admit it, and I'm pleading the 5th
He glanced up at the clock on the wall and quietly questioned where Dean was. He was worried… he had a good right to be. He didn’t know how to approach the subject of what ‘caused’ Dean’s ability… especially after what he’d heard from the Demon. Soft tapping from the door broke him from his thoughts and he closed the laptop as he stood up.
One more anthem for the know it all
Tension was slowly building between the two, hiding behind false smiles; they were keeping things from each other. They were scared. He smiled at the thought. If they were scared that meant they were vulnerable too. He cocked his head to the side as he watched the youngest open the door for the eldest, his yellow eyes glistening in the distance but unseen by the two hunters.
I won't be standing up for long I better learn how to crawl
Dean’s dream had been… interesting. It was strange they way the human mind worked, the way it brought subconscious fears and thoughts into dreams, or sometimes nightmares. Dean’s was definitely a nightmare. He never knew the eldest Winchester had such a dark place inside his head, so dark and so full of pain.
Learn how to crawl
He’d only ever wanted one Winchester but what was the point of being a demon if you couldn’t play on the sins part? He was greedy, so what? Now that he knew both Winchesters could be valuable to him, he wouldn’t just let them go.
In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor
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“What’d you get?” Sam asked, holding the door open for his brother. His nostrils filled with the sweet smells that filtered through the paper bag making his mouth water. He hadn’t even realised he was so hungry.
“Nothing for you.” Dean teased as he dropped the bag on the table and placed the coffee next to it. He shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on the back of a chair.
“Yeah right, I know you’re a pig but you’re not selfish.”
“That’s not how compliments work Sammy… you’re supposed to just say something nice – not add something bad to it.” Dean pouted playfully. Digging into the bag, he pulled out each piece of food one by one and spread them out on the table, “You can have both the salads if you want, I know you’re watching your figure.”
“Me? You’re the one constantly asking if your bum looks big.”
“Once! I did that once! And that was years ago!” Dean growled, unwrapping his burger and taking a big bite out of it, not caring about the bits that stuck out from his mouth.
“Ahhh, your first date.” Sam grinned, watching as his brother grimaced at the memory. Sam was kinda fond of that memory, not that it was particularly amusing that his brothers first date had been a disaster but he had to admit it was funny when his brother had come home with the left lower half of his jeans missing. And then he frowned, “Dean…”
“Wha?” Dean asked, spraying food from his mouth.
Sam was too lost in thought to be disgusted, “Your leg…”
“What about it?” He said, swallowing the burger in his mouth, his brow creasing as he looked at his brother and as if reading Sam’s thoughts, he shook his head in disbelief, “Wait… no way Sam. That’s impossible.”
“You told Dad that the firework got loose and set fire to your jeans… I don’t remember seeing any burns on your leg.”
“Sam, don’t be stupi-“
But Sam cut him off, “Why not? Maybe this thing, whatever it is, maybe you were born with it? You said so yourself, it’s not like you’ve made a habit of walking through fire so how would you know?”
Dean opened his mouth to object but fell silent. He may have played with fire a lot but he’d never really come into real close contact with it. A wave of guilt washed through him as he thought about the lighter and deliberately holding his hand in the flame, he looked down, unable to look Sam in the eyes.
Sam nodded, as if making his mind up, and began picking at his fries, “We’re leaving town.”
Looking up at his brothers sudden announcement, Dean’s eyes widened in shock, “What? Why?”
“I don’t wanna stay in one town too long and you look loads better than earlier so I think we’re safe to move again.” He shrugged, nibbling on an extra long fry.
“And then what? We keep running? From what Sam? What are we running from?”
“The Demon for one. He’s bound to come after us again.”
Dean smiled dryly, he knew Sam was worried but he couldn’t imagine how much worse his brother would be if he found out the Demon had already found its way into his dreams, “Yeah… bound to.”
Sam threw another fry in his mouth before picking up his burger and taking a bite, chewing slowly and thoughtfully. He looked over at his brother when he heard a sudden laugh and saw mischief glistening in his eyes, “What?”
“Just thinking…” Dean smiled, “Can you imagine Dad finding out about this? You saw how he reacted to your visions. I can just picture his face finding out both his sons are…”
“Freaks?” Sam finished, unable to keep the smirk from his face.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded in agreement, smile staying on his features as he returned to his meal.
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