Fic: A Little More
Mar. 29th, 2012 01:37 pmTitle: A Little More
Author: Lexophilia
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 450
Summary: Sam and John argue on a daily basis. Dean watches. It changes something inside of him. Pre-series.
Warnings: eating disorder, hurt with no comfort
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Dean cooked spaghetti.
Dean sits and watches as Sam eats his portion quickly between hot, angered glances up at their father who's eating his meal methodically. Two bites of pasta. One bite of bread. Stern look across at Sam before chewing, swallowing, and repeating the process.
Dean twirls his fork in the small portion on his plate. His stomach rumbles, but it's not loud enough to be heard over the hot, angered exchange between his brother and father. Sam speaks of independence and the right to make his own decisions. Their dad speaks of obedience and loyalty and how children should behave as such.
Dean knows he should eat, if only to make the burning hunger in his gut fade. He's tired of the fighting. He's tired of the constant hot, angered words between his brother and father. He wishes he could stop it, this breakdown of his family. He wishes for a lot of things.
Sam finishes his meal first, getting up quickly and putting his plate in the sink. John leaves his plate on the table, too angry to put it in the sink himself without throwing it in and causing it to shatter. Dean sits and twirls his fork in the small portion on his plate until their crappy rental apartment grows quiet.
Sometimes he wishes it all would just go ahead and shatter.
Sam's doing homework in the room they share, and their dad's sitting in the living room cleaning the guns. Dean rakes his plate into the trash and cleans the kitchen until it's spotless. It only takes 20 minutes, but it warms something inside the hollow coldness in his chest to see it look so neat, clean, and spotless.
Dean showers and enjoys the feel of bones under skin as he rinses the suds from his body. They feel like home. They let him know he's alive. That he matters. That he has control over something. It's the one thing he can count on. The lightheaded feeling is better than any drug. The burning, empty feeling in his stomach rivals the hollow, coldness in his chest. The one cancels the other out. It's what helps him hold on to his sanity.
The night ends like most do. Sam sleeps in the bed on the other side of the room. Their dad sleeps on the couch, whiskey naming the place he ends up resting his head. Dean lies awake in bed, thumb slowly moving up and down over a too prominent hipbone, the rumbling of his empty stomach his only friend.
Tomorrow, he will cook something else. Sam and their father will fight. And Dean will both give and lose a little more.
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Author: Lexophilia
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 450
Summary: Sam and John argue on a daily basis. Dean watches. It changes something inside of him. Pre-series.
Warnings: eating disorder, hurt with no comfort
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Dean cooked spaghetti.
Dean sits and watches as Sam eats his portion quickly between hot, angered glances up at their father who's eating his meal methodically. Two bites of pasta. One bite of bread. Stern look across at Sam before chewing, swallowing, and repeating the process.
Dean twirls his fork in the small portion on his plate. His stomach rumbles, but it's not loud enough to be heard over the hot, angered exchange between his brother and father. Sam speaks of independence and the right to make his own decisions. Their dad speaks of obedience and loyalty and how children should behave as such.
Dean knows he should eat, if only to make the burning hunger in his gut fade. He's tired of the fighting. He's tired of the constant hot, angered words between his brother and father. He wishes he could stop it, this breakdown of his family. He wishes for a lot of things.
Sam finishes his meal first, getting up quickly and putting his plate in the sink. John leaves his plate on the table, too angry to put it in the sink himself without throwing it in and causing it to shatter. Dean sits and twirls his fork in the small portion on his plate until their crappy rental apartment grows quiet.
Sometimes he wishes it all would just go ahead and shatter.
Sam's doing homework in the room they share, and their dad's sitting in the living room cleaning the guns. Dean rakes his plate into the trash and cleans the kitchen until it's spotless. It only takes 20 minutes, but it warms something inside the hollow coldness in his chest to see it look so neat, clean, and spotless.
Dean showers and enjoys the feel of bones under skin as he rinses the suds from his body. They feel like home. They let him know he's alive. That he matters. That he has control over something. It's the one thing he can count on. The lightheaded feeling is better than any drug. The burning, empty feeling in his stomach rivals the hollow, coldness in his chest. The one cancels the other out. It's what helps him hold on to his sanity.
The night ends like most do. Sam sleeps in the bed on the other side of the room. Their dad sleeps on the couch, whiskey naming the place he ends up resting his head. Dean lies awake in bed, thumb slowly moving up and down over a too prominent hipbone, the rumbling of his empty stomach his only friend.
Tomorrow, he will cook something else. Sam and their father will fight. And Dean will both give and lose a little more.
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Date: 2012-03-29 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-29 07:20 pm (UTC)I want to "read where Dean's problems worsen, and Sam and John don't even notice how it's all affecting him until he passes out in the middle of them arguing or somethinorng." Oh man. Sick/hurt/ignored/fainting!Dean, I so need some of that in my life.
Thanks for reading and thanks for the awesome comment!
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Date: 2012-03-29 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-29 07:46 pm (UTC)BTW, I love your fics. You are a master of manpain.
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Date: 2012-03-29 10:53 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! That is seriously like the greatest compliment ever. :)
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Date: 2012-03-29 08:47 pm (UTC)very good!, sad but good, especially becuase either John and Sam are too engrossed to notice Dean (which I hope), or Sam asumes it's his brother's stubborn choice and John thinks he'll eventually cave in and start eating again (which really, really sucks).
also kinda sad to hear Dean falls asleep witht the feeling of a jutting hipbone, cause that makes me imagine what he craves is human contanct, and doesn't that make you wanna cuddle the crap out of him?
:3
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Date: 2012-03-29 09:31 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the lovely comment.
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Date: 2012-03-29 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-29 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-29 09:38 pm (UTC)I'd love to see more, but I'm incredibly grateful for what you shared with us. :)
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Date: 2012-04-02 04:49 am (UTC)I'll probably have your 'Thinner' based prompt done sometime soon. My laptop died and ate the version I'd written that was almost completed.
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Date: 2012-04-03 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-03 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-03 04:49 am (UTC)I.. just..
I have no words!!
So very, very well done, hun!!!
<333333333333
p.s. And you did ALL that in, what, 450 words?
NGH~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2012-04-07 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-04 07:35 pm (UTC)The coldness that wash over the whole scene like everything faded into the background was heartbreaking.
Dean was so broken that I just want to hold him tight and never let go.
Thank you for writing such an amazing piece of art!
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Date: 2012-04-07 04:56 am (UTC)I'm so touched by your kind words. Thank you so much for the lovely comment.