21: [Video/Action] Dark Side of the Moon

[dashboardlite]

Sam?!

[It's playing on a loop in Dean's head.]

Mom?  Mom!  Dad?!  C'mon, this isn't funny!

[The...the Dean in the television had been screaming.  For an hour.]

Bobby?  Dad!  You guys, please!  Don't just...don't just leave me here.

[Until his voice was raw.  Until he couldn't scream anymore.  Until he curled up and sobbed.  Dean can remember it distinctly enough.  Something that was him.  But not him.  Alone in a room.  It was dark, and quiet.  And no one was answering.  No one was there.  Not even-]

Cas?!

[Dean sucks in a shaky breath, settled in the corner of his childhood room in his old house.  The entire kitschy motel room looks like his house, down to the gash in the paintjob from when Dean ran his Hot Wheels cars into the wall, repeating some movie stunt he'd seen on tv when he was four.  Cradling a small statue of an angel - one of the only things he found in the room that was completely unscathed, and a gift from his mother - Dean sends a terrified, sidelong glance at a family portrait, framed and hung on the wall.

Hairline fractures have snaked through the infrastructure of the bedroom, the window panes split and spider-webbed, the photographs of everyone close to him torn.  His mother is ripped from every single one.  Sammy has slashes through his face; white scrapes made with an Exacto knife in anger.  And Dean isn't even next to his father in any of them.]

Someone...  [He croaks, looking down at the statue of the angel in his hands.  Dean can't remember when he first noticed it was in his room, on his shelf, but he definitely remembers that his father thought it was sort of silly.  His mother believed otherwise.]

It's okay, baby, it's all okay.  Angels are watching over you.

[Dean swallows before trying again.]

...anyone?

Comments

[negative-five.livejournal.com]

... oh.

Yeah, he kinda... tends to do that a lot. So you're straight, then? He kind of has a problem with going for straight guys.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I, um-

[Dean's not sure if he should tell her. Does it really matter? Castiel probably told everyone, since Kurt addressed him so harshly that last time they spoke.

...might as well.]

I'm...open? [To both.] But yeah, I'm also twenty-eight, and he was kinda comin' onto me, which was...weird. He reminds me of my little brother. [Grimace.]

[negative-five.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well... I doubt they'd arrest you for jailbait-ing here. Just saying.

Is he here? Your brother, I mean.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Tell that to Santana - I've been tryin' to avoid her too since she tried gettin' into my pants.

[Dean huffs a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.] ...and I'm sorta...already taken, anyway. [He likes to think so, at the very least.]

...uh, yeah. Yeah, my brother's here. You see anybody as tall as Bigfoot, that's Sam.