Fic: Faith
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hoodie_timeTitle: Faith
Pairing: Gen
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toratio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 140
Summary: It's time for Sam to grow up
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or its characters, but I do have slippers and an oatmeal spoon!
Warning: Minor spoilers for ep 10x12, angst
Just a short little ficlet idea that came to me after the beginning of 'About A Boy'. I haven't posted to this comm much, but it seemed the right place for it.
“I believe in you, Dean.”
“Yeah, well, you believed in the Easter Bunny until you were twelve.”
“Eleven.”
“And a half.”
“… and a half.”
You were always the believer in the family, Sammy. For as long as I can remember.
You believed in Santa until you were ten, the Easter Bunny until you were eleven and a half. You believed in angels, until we found out what dicks they are.
You believed in Ruby, once upon a time, and look where that got you. You believed in getting out, in having a real life, in better days up ahead. That never got you much further.
You’re in your 30s now Sammy, you’re not a kid any more. It’s time you grew up, and stopped believing in fairy tales: like nice creatures, good angels, happy endings, and your big brother.
Pairing: Gen
Author:
toratio Rating: PG
Word Count: 140
Summary: It's time for Sam to grow up
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or its characters, but I do have slippers and an oatmeal spoon!
Warning: Minor spoilers for ep 10x12, angst
Just a short little ficlet idea that came to me after the beginning of 'About A Boy'. I haven't posted to this comm much, but it seemed the right place for it.
“I believe in you, Dean.”
“Yeah, well, you believed in the Easter Bunny until you were twelve.”
“Eleven.”
“And a half.”
“… and a half.”
You were always the believer in the family, Sammy. For as long as I can remember.
You believed in Santa until you were ten, the Easter Bunny until you were eleven and a half. You believed in angels, until we found out what dicks they are.
You believed in Ruby, once upon a time, and look where that got you. You believed in getting out, in having a real life, in better days up ahead. That never got you much further.
You’re in your 30s now Sammy, you’re not a kid any more. It’s time you grew up, and stopped believing in fairy tales: like nice creatures, good angels, happy endings, and your big brother.
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Date: 2015-02-13 04:07 am (UTC)*wibbles*
Just shoot me now, why don't you; it'll be more painless than this.
*rushes to sweep the shattered pieces of her broken heart from the floor*
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Date: 2015-02-13 04:09 am (UTC)You can see it in Dean's eyes, when he starts on the Easter Bunny stuff. Poor thing doesn't understand Sam's trust and belief in him.
That man needs a serious man-hug.
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Date: 2015-02-13 09:51 am (UTC)Wonderfully written.
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