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Apr. 22nd, 2007 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavemea_45The cheap Iowa motel's put a lot of effort into its theme. There's corn-printed wallpaper, dried corn tassels in grass art on the walls, corn patterns on the pillowcases and sheets.
Not that Sam notices any of it, as the door bangs open and he stalks into the room.
Not that Sam notices any of it, as the door bangs open and he stalks into the room.
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Date: 2007-04-23 02:43 am (UTC)"You are such a goddamn moron, sometimes I can't even believe we're related, Sammy."
His voice is rough, harsh and low in the quiet motel room.
"You ever think I wouldn't trust you? Because of what? Some fucked up dreams that wake you up screaming every freaking night? Because you moved a dresser with your mind? What--"
He lets Sam go abruptly, swearing viciously as he turns away, his gaze fixed on the corner of the motel room door.
"Guess I don't need to wonder what you think of me, huh?"
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Date: 2007-04-23 02:54 am (UTC)Again. It hangs in the air, unspoken.
"Look what happened today!"
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Date: 2007-04-23 02:59 am (UTC)He stops then, turning around to look at his brother.
"Jesus, Sam. Tell me it ain't that."
Make him believe it, Sam.
Please?
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Date: 2007-04-23 03:12 am (UTC)Startled out of his anger, Sam just stares at him.
"What-- no. No, man. That's not-- no."
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Date: 2007-04-23 03:13 am (UTC)Then he blinks, shakes it off, and looks up.
"No? Then what is it, Sam? I'm not doing anythin' I haven't always done."
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Date: 2007-04-23 03:18 am (UTC)Sam sighs, and drops heavily to a seat on the end of the nearest bed, then looks up at Dean.
"You gotta start letting me carry some of it, Dean. You've got to."
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Date: 2007-04-23 03:22 am (UTC)"What the hell're you talkin' about, Sam? I let you do everythin' except drive!"
Some things Dean's been doing so long he doesn't notice 'em anymore. Kinda easy with stuff you've been doing since you were four, huh?
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Date: 2007-04-23 03:32 am (UTC)"No, you don't. Or-- not the same way. Don't you see it?"
He half-turns, facing his brother.
"You take all the risks. More than you need to. It's like-- like you don't think I can handle it."
A beat.
"Like you don't think I've really got your back."
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Date: 2007-04-23 03:52 am (UTC)"It ain't that at all, Sam. I--"
He grits his teeth, attention fixed on a water stain on the carpet.
At least he hopes it's a water stain.
"I--"
He looks up, mouth quirked in a smile. His eyes are anything but amused.
"It's hard enough not knowin' where Dad is, you know? If you--"
Yeah, that thought? He can't even talk about that one.
"I just can't do it, man. I'm sorry."
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Date: 2007-04-23 04:20 am (UTC)Sam's not looking away, now.
"I feel the same way. It's why I can't -- I can't just sit back and watch, okay? Don't ask me to."
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Date: 2007-04-23 04:22 am (UTC)Some things hurt to hear. But he doesn't doubt for a minute what Sam says is the truth.
Well. Maybe for a second or two. But he's far too familiar with the feeling not to recognize it in someone else.
And this is Sam.
"All right, man. All right."
He's quiet for another second or two, then he moves toward Sam, punching gently at his shoulder.
"And with that in mind, you're gonna spot me money for burgers, right? Takin' up your fair share of the burden and all?"
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Date: 2007-04-23 04:41 am (UTC)"Give me a break."
He's already digging out his wallet.
"Means you have to go get them."
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Date: 2007-04-23 04:42 am (UTC)"Sure, dude. But you'll take what I get you and like it."
Which means veggie-burger shit is right out.
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Date: 2007-04-23 04:47 am (UTC)Sam hands over the cash, then flops back on the mattress and puts his hands behind his head as he grins back.
"Besides, if I don't, I'll just take yours instead."
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Date: 2007-04-23 04:55 am (UTC)He shakes his head.
"Because you won't even touch the Twinkies I've got in my bag."
Beat.
"Picky lameass."
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Date: 2007-04-23 05:09 am (UTC)"Twinkies aren't food, Dean -- they're like weird yellow plastic with white goop squished in."
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Date: 2007-04-23 05:10 am (UTC)Dean grins, smugly, as if to say 'so there. food'.
"Anyway, I promise I won't make you eat Twinkies tonight, you pussy. Okay?"
He's got his jacket in his hands, sliding it up and over his shoulders.
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Date: 2007-04-23 05:22 am (UTC)Sam watches as Dean turns to the door.
"Hey. We okay, here?"
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Date: 2007-04-23 05:51 am (UTC)"Yeah. Yeah we are."
He shakes his head again, snorting as he starts heading out the door.
"Bitch."
And then he's gone.