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I ever.

Title: I ever.
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: lynethe
Genre / Rating: Gen ,
PG13 Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester .
Spoilers: first chapters of the fourth season.

I think this is my first SPN fic in rule. And it's not my fault, I swear, is the fault of the KDD Argentina and especially vrydeus and desperatesmirks to-one with its OMGawesome fic, the other with its graphic and contagious-fangirleo forced me to see me wearing a backward chapters and not to leave my room until finished ... this. So "this" is dedicated to them.

No spoilers for the finale, not even the last chapters, is set in one of the first quarter (say, before started the whole bit with Anna), when Sam and Dean spent the entire time just broken by the secrets between them.

Without further ado, my little experiment (in every sense).

I ever.

by Lyneth.

- Scottish.

Sam said his first word in almost four miles and Dean leads with his hands nailed to the wheel and eyes on the horizon, while looking for some poster signs on a road in the middle of nowhere, Oregon. His voice is rare, as unrealistic, in that thick air inside the Impala perhaps by the sweltering heat of midday (Dean would call "a heat fucking hell ", if they say that sort of thing), perhaps implying that closure has been almost eight hours straight on the road, in the best of the unknowable smell for weeks It comes from the back seat without being able to find a way broken egg sandwich that gives rise, o yes, this is perhaps more likely, all the resentment, silence, insults, confessions and balances that accumulate for hours on the lips of everyone without leave, turning into heat and power, becoming a strong presence that accompanies them, pushing them to fit into the limited space of the front seats. Are you here today, since Dean got into the car and slammed the door and beginning the glacial silence in which all we took some time to think about making friends with demons? Did you start to form when Sam said his penultimate and penultimate words of the day, "Terminal, man" - three hours atrásy received no reply? Or is here before, since they began to fight, since I somehow mixed up in that war were divine, since Dean returned from hell and miraculously reunited at last they both knew they could see in the eyes of others, there were things that could never be said, places I would never let anyone get there? The fact is that now there, that entity, El Silencio, sitting between them by touching the balls and complaining like a child eager- "Hey, seriously, you ; you, how takes to get there "- And both ignore Olympian, each tucked into its own, fighting for all that solid air do not eat them too. In short, when Sam talks all thins, the invisible man is upset because the air vibrates, and if Dean does not answer right away is because it has two very good reasons not to.

The first, is angry. Terribly, really, truly, supremely, damn-the basics, any adjective bombastic ending in "Mind" - angry, angry, sick, sick, the world, life, angels and demons and the fucking apocalypse, with Sam, himself, the fucking bastard God sent raincoat with God and Lucifer, with fate and chance, however, everything, and especially with the stupid, stupid roads in Oregon, which are by far the most boring and repetitive and throughout the universe.

The second: what your brother says has no meaning. Under the first

can do nothing, is more powerful than him, what little exceed but Sam is one of them and when it comes to such rare and dangerous ideas and completely wrong not think what else to do more than apply the law of ice for a while and wait for time to do reflection come on, that something is the smart family. On the latter, but not forbid, you can always ask.

- What?

- Scottish-Sam repeated, this time more slowly, as if the problem were speaking different languages and that simply is not saying a single word without a fucking shit out of context.

- Nationality your last sailor? - Dean risks, not bothering to use their voice of false innocence.

Sam says nothing stands still, Dean looks at him and know who makes an effort not to roll their eyes, means that are not yet for games, and did not want to discuss. Then he bends over, reaches out and opens the glove from his complaints, what I said to get their hands on my girl, stir a few rags and empty packets of potato with impunity and gets a bottle (half full, half empty) of a brown liquor with a label that says "Grant's Noire", but nobody is in the mood to correct French grammar, do you?

- Scottish, Dean. I saw what wouldst the last store we stopped.

And Dean does not know, really do not know how to react because his imagination is it they are reproached for stealing from a store like a silly little boy of ten years and his brother had any authority over something ?

- now give to you the right?

Sam sighs.

- not to me I give nothing, Dean! There is a lecture, OK? It is a peace offering. Stirring

appear a little plastic-glasses, okay, but no one is there to take them and protesting the liquor and both are equally fed up with hearing about "sins" - and Sam, with the abandoned puppy eyes that sometimes have offers one in an act that might be going a little solemn. But Dean sighs, does not tell the Lord rejoices Silence tells you not to make peace deals with the spirit of another does not work and only takes the glass and let him serve.

Sam smiles, like a timid gesture of victory, and Dean devotes only a second to be disturbed by the fact that the plastic cup filled start but it comes with no interminable sermons n about drinking and driving, surely that is part of the peace offer, but it is still rare

the fucking apocalypse is coming, makes you think without grace.

Both are at the same time the first drink of scotch, and as the liquid slides throat scraping the air is just as fragrant, but is a bit more breathable.

- Dean, what ...

- If you turn this into a mariconada, and you can start preparing to ask the angels that will fix the brands that I will leave all your pretty face, can you hear me?

They both drink. Slowly, glass after glass in silence, as men do. The sun begins to go down that road in the middle of nowhere, Oregon, but still doing the same heat (as hell "he would say to Dean, but it does not say these things) and maybe that is another stamp, stop time in the world, because he spends maybe an hour and Dean does not seem to see any movement on that completely plain soda.

- Odio Oregon.

- I know.

- Seriously. Oregon sucks. Do you know where we stand?

- In the middle of nowhere?

- Middle of nowhere, Oregon . The most pathetic of the earth. Even "middle of nowhere, Utah, look what I say, UTAH is muchillones times better than here.

- Do not start.

- In Oregon, straw balls rolling to the side of the road are more boring, as verified.

- Dean ...

- Seriously, have you seen a damn thing since we moved? Not a soul, Sammy, even the rats are fleeing Oregon. And there

Sam says:

- while also escaping the hell I am satisfied, Dean.

And Dean could be silent as it has done so well, let it go and keep that peace in which alcohol is so good, but can not, I said, is stronger than him lately things go inside without being able to control them, more than usual, especially Sam, Sam goes beyond it with Sam behaves like a schoolgirl with premenstrual verbose sensitive and can not help it. He says:

- Oh, are you sure about that?

And looks like the peaceful expression of his brother becomes blurred.

for a second think that Sam is going to beat him, to do so, to hit him so hard the silence fucking have to cover their ears and end once and for all those bullshit. But it does not. It looks hard look and then just start again fill plastic cups, requires you to stay still while serving and voice loses all kindness.

- How about a game, Dean? "Spit, almost angrily," I never. "

Raise the glass to the chest without losing eye contact, began to open his lips to speak and Dean already see it coming.

- things I never hid my brother. A few seconds of sustained
looks, moves competition brief. Then Dean agrees, head down, look into the eyes of liquid brown and gives the drink with which accepts all the blame, and you, what do you say?. Sam expects only a moment, he continues, letting the liquid go furiously through his throat.

And Dean would like to say that this is a bitter pill, but it is not. It is just as good as any shot of liquor when the world is fucked up and do three thousand degrees in the shade in the middle of nowhere, Oregon. End

------ I do not know if the end was the way he wanted, but had a desire to post that have no name.