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Prompt 29 from the table "Paranormal" for spn_30snapshots
Title: "I never want to see you unhappy"
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the_milky_way
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam Winchester (Sam/Dean)
Theme: 03 Paranormal
Prompt(s): 29 vision
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kripke and Warner. I don't own anything.
Warnings: Might be spoilery for season 5
Summary: Visions come and go in Sam’s life
Visions come and go in Sam’s life. And they are not the cruel death omens anymore. Far from it even. These days, visions are mostly just dreams. Dreams Sam has about his life, dreams he has about his brother’s life. Mostly dreams he has about them finally realising what life actually means.
Visions have been there almost as long as Sam can remember. He just never called them that until he knew what they were or weren’t.
They have been varied in appearance, varied in their use for him. He has had dreams, real ones and ones for his life. He has had visions about others, about things happening and about how he saw his own life in the future. No vision was like the one before. Not every vision was really a vision anyway.
Some were just things he thought he’d being doing when he was an adult, or things he wished for himself. Most of those visions though were images in his mind about a life he didn’t know and probably would never know.
There were flashes of a life Dean always has and always will mock him about.
The ordinary life they never knew, or art least Sam never really knew. There was a house, a steady job, friends, barbeques, pool parties and even dogs. There were so many things Sam thought he was craving, wishing for that he sometimes didn’t know if it really was his dream of a life or just some kind of delusion.
What was and still is always in them though is Dean. In those visions, the kind that has nothing to do with pain, death and destruction, Dean is always part of this utopia of life. Dean was always part of those. When Sam was little he used to call them ‘good dreams’.
Dean is in Sam’s life despite forces working against it and despite both of them making mistakes after mistakes. They are still there and they are in it together.
The apocalypse, looming, happening or just being on the horizon, did nothing to stop the visions. Visions, for Sam are as much part of his life as angels, demons, ghosts and Dean are. But he has started to realise that having visions of another life is nothing bad because it makes him fight all that much harder.
Just to see if he still could have Dean there with him if their lives look like nothing they know or have ever lived.
Sam has stopped categorizing his visions. Takes everything he sees, dreams or wishes for some kind of hint towards which direction he should move. Even if those demon induced, painful flashes of other’s lives and deaths have been gone for quite some time now, Sam still thinks that whatever he sees in his dreams, whatever he daydreams about is life giving him hints.
What he never dreams about, what ever never sees or envisions for his future though is being alone. These dreams stopped when Dean went to get him. These thoughts of a life without someone stopped when Dean came to Stanford.
Sam knows it’s unfair to Jess, to her memory but it’s still the truth and he has learned not to hide from it.
Despite all those visions about a carefree life, about a house, friends, barbeques, well-paying jobs and dogs Sam knows he’d miss the life he has known to be his. This is where he belongs.
On the road, next to Dean.
And judging from the way Dean hasn’t let him out of his sight since he called Sam back to his side, Sam’s pretty sure he isn’t the only clinging bastard in this whole disaster of a really dysfunctional relationship.
They are family after all, so Sam doesn’t expect much anyway. But they are so much now, too. It is rather surprising that they haven’t killed each other yet, either out of sheer frustration or total desperation for one another. One or the other will be the death of them eventually. They aren’t as careful as they used to be, eyes mostly on each other lately on not on the things around them.
It’s dangerous but a better life than Sam had hoped for all those years ago when he left it all behind.
Visions come and go in Sam’s life. One though will always stay. It’s the one about the sound of tires on the blacktop of a highway, the feeling of the car around him and his brother’s laughter, growls or silences next to him.
Sam has stopped envisioning anything else for himself. If he is honest with himself, he has everything he needs and maybe a lot more.
Author
the_milky_wayCharacter(s)/Pairing: Sam Winchester (Sam/Dean)
Theme: 03 Paranormal
Prompt(s): 29 vision
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kripke and Warner. I don't own anything.
Warnings: Might be spoilery for season 5
Summary: Visions come and go in Sam’s life
Visions come and go in Sam’s life. And they are not the cruel death omens anymore. Far from it even. These days, visions are mostly just dreams. Dreams Sam has about his life, dreams he has about his brother’s life. Mostly dreams he has about them finally realising what life actually means.
Visions have been there almost as long as Sam can remember. He just never called them that until he knew what they were or weren’t.
They have been varied in appearance, varied in their use for him. He has had dreams, real ones and ones for his life. He has had visions about others, about things happening and about how he saw his own life in the future. No vision was like the one before. Not every vision was really a vision anyway.
Some were just things he thought he’d being doing when he was an adult, or things he wished for himself. Most of those visions though were images in his mind about a life he didn’t know and probably would never know.
There were flashes of a life Dean always has and always will mock him about.
The ordinary life they never knew, or art least Sam never really knew. There was a house, a steady job, friends, barbeques, pool parties and even dogs. There were so many things Sam thought he was craving, wishing for that he sometimes didn’t know if it really was his dream of a life or just some kind of delusion.
What was and still is always in them though is Dean. In those visions, the kind that has nothing to do with pain, death and destruction, Dean is always part of this utopia of life. Dean was always part of those. When Sam was little he used to call them ‘good dreams’.
Dean is in Sam’s life despite forces working against it and despite both of them making mistakes after mistakes. They are still there and they are in it together.
The apocalypse, looming, happening or just being on the horizon, did nothing to stop the visions. Visions, for Sam are as much part of his life as angels, demons, ghosts and Dean are. But he has started to realise that having visions of another life is nothing bad because it makes him fight all that much harder.
Just to see if he still could have Dean there with him if their lives look like nothing they know or have ever lived.
Sam has stopped categorizing his visions. Takes everything he sees, dreams or wishes for some kind of hint towards which direction he should move. Even if those demon induced, painful flashes of other’s lives and deaths have been gone for quite some time now, Sam still thinks that whatever he sees in his dreams, whatever he daydreams about is life giving him hints.
What he never dreams about, what ever never sees or envisions for his future though is being alone. These dreams stopped when Dean went to get him. These thoughts of a life without someone stopped when Dean came to Stanford.
Sam knows it’s unfair to Jess, to her memory but it’s still the truth and he has learned not to hide from it.
Despite all those visions about a carefree life, about a house, friends, barbeques, well-paying jobs and dogs Sam knows he’d miss the life he has known to be his. This is where he belongs.
On the road, next to Dean.
And judging from the way Dean hasn’t let him out of his sight since he called Sam back to his side, Sam’s pretty sure he isn’t the only clinging bastard in this whole disaster of a really dysfunctional relationship.
They are family after all, so Sam doesn’t expect much anyway. But they are so much now, too. It is rather surprising that they haven’t killed each other yet, either out of sheer frustration or total desperation for one another. One or the other will be the death of them eventually. They aren’t as careful as they used to be, eyes mostly on each other lately on not on the things around them.
It’s dangerous but a better life than Sam had hoped for all those years ago when he left it all behind.
Visions come and go in Sam’s life. One though will always stay. It’s the one about the sound of tires on the blacktop of a highway, the feeling of the car around him and his brother’s laughter, growls or silences next to him.
Sam has stopped envisioning anything else for himself. If he is honest with himself, he has everything he needs and maybe a lot more.
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It took me ages to find a good ending line for this. But I am glad it works for you and that you liked it. :)
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*hugs*
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*hugs*
I am actually relieved that you like it. I know I wrote it for you but in the end I wasn't sure if you'd like it at all.
Thank you hon. :)