caffienekitty (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
caffienekitty) wrote2010-01-14 07:53 pm
caffienekitty) wrote2010-01-14 07:53 pm
Entry tags:
SPN Drabble: Flying Solo
Angsty late Stanford-era Dean drabble. Gen, emo, may be disturbing to some readers.
Flying Solo
Dean stops talking. Easy. No one to talk to, no need to talk. Sam's gone. Dad and Dean hunt separately. "Cover more ground." A few words exchanged, coordinates given, another town, another hotel another thing to track and kill.
Secondary reports and honor listings say Sam's fine. He never calls, neither does Dean. Unrestrained by blood, Sam's thriving.
Life becomes an unending drive; find job, kill, move on, numb numb numb. Watching highways and backroads slide by, alone, music loud, bass vibrating his chest in his rolling fortress of sound.
The loudness keeps him from thinking. Keeps him on the road.
-
(that's it.)
Flying Solo
Dean stops talking. Easy. No one to talk to, no need to talk. Sam's gone. Dad and Dean hunt separately. "Cover more ground." A few words exchanged, coordinates given, another town, another hotel another thing to track and kill.
Secondary reports and honor listings say Sam's fine. He never calls, neither does Dean. Unrestrained by blood, Sam's thriving.
Life becomes an unending drive; find job, kill, move on, numb numb numb. Watching highways and backroads slide by, alone, music loud, bass vibrating his chest in his rolling fortress of sound.
The loudness keeps him from thinking. Keeps him on the road.
-
(that's it.)