Twilight Lace (Gen, G)

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Title: Twilight Lace

Rating: G

Category: Gen oneshot

Word Count: 607

Characters: Dean, Sam, OFC

Spoilers: None                               

Summary: Short wedding fic

Author’s Notes: Thanks to equinox_bluefor her help as always.

Disclaimer: The following characters and situations are used without permission of the creators, owners, and further affiliates of the television show, Supernatural, to whom they rightly belong. I claim only what is mine, and I make no money off what is theirs.

 

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The mist falls on his skin and covers his eyelashes. He blinks and looks out to the mainland with its lights in the distance, bright little flickers jumbled together in a heap of the city’s chaos. Here, the gazebo glows behind him in the night, and the music, so far away now, is a low hum. When he hears the open-mouthed laughter of his brother, loud and uninhibited, he looks over his shoulder and smiles, but does not return. Not just yet.

 

He stands at the shoreline, hands in his pockets and feet in black shoes dotted with sand. His bow tie is hanging limply around his neck, and his top three buttons are undone to expose his necklace. The rain is quickening, warm and gentle, and he wonders what Sam will say when he sees the soaked tuxedo. The thought of Sam’s horrified face makes Dean laugh.

 

He should be going back to be beside his brother on today of all days, but Dean needs this moment of solitude to last a few moments longer. Needs this moment to stand out here in the rain with the island’s floral scents creeping around him on lacey little limbs. Needs to stand with the beach as never-ending blackness around him and listen to the waves as a continuous whisper.

 

Then he hears someone calling his name, and he turns toward the sound, lifting his head away from the ocean. Water falls from his hair into his eyes to blur his vision as the person comes closer.

 

Sam, suit still buttoned and pressed, is jogging down the beach with his coat flapping against his sides. When he reaches Dean, he says nothing for a moment. Only looks at his older brother’s disheveled form, absorbing everything that Dean is not saying. Sam’s hair, twisted dark with the rain, is plastered against his temples.

 

They stand, silent and staring, beside the ocean until Sam steps forward. “I want you there too.”

 

Dean nods. He has never doubted this through their months of plans and preparations for today. It has never been about Sam choosing Dean or her. Not trading one for the other. But now that the day is here and Sam is married with the vows said aloud, the reality is almost too much. “I know,” Dean tells him. “Just needed to think on my own for a bit.”

 

Sam smiles, almost sadly, and looks down at Dean whose eyes catch the light of the party. Out here, away from the bustling guests and overdone frills, Sam feels as though he can finally breathe. His wedding is over, and the reception still going; he managed to survive it all.

 

When he looks up, away from his brother who has been by his side for all these years, he sees a woman, dressed in white, standing on the gazebo steps. Her veil catches in the breeze and billows against her back, but she makes no move to go to Sam and ask why. Ask why his brother had to leave halfway through it all. Ask why her new husband had to go to him. She understands all the reasons.

 

Dean sees her too, sees her waiting without pushing forward to interrupt, and he rests his hand on Sam’s shoulder and squeezes tightly. Reassuring Sam that yes, he understands. Yes, he accepts it, and more than anything, yes, he approves. Sam grins and says something to make Dean laugh at last. Sam’s moving on in his life, but they will always be brothers. First and foremost. Above everything—everyone—else.

 

In the rain Sam and he walk back together, side by side.

 

 

End

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_sapphiredreams/]

Poor Dean. That's so sad, and yet touching. I just feel for him when he's staring out into space. It might end up like this. It's funny, because I just read this other wedding fic in the Smallville/Batman Begins universe and the author quotes these words at the end:
He had made a promise on the grave of his parents to rid Gotham City of the scum. He had shared his dread with them to accomplish that goal by becoming a bat - a monster in the night. But, had he become the very thing that all monsters become…

… Alone…?



It just made me think that Dean is like Batman. His mother and father died so now he fights the monsters - but he ends up alone, just like them. Sadly ironic.

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You know, that's the first time I've ever heard Dean compared to Batman, but it's so true that I'm surprised nobody's drawn that connection before. Unlike Batman, though, Dean does have Sam. But, he is rather alone much like the monsters he fights. That whole thought just makes me sad. Poor Dean.

Thank you for your feedback. Now, this has really given me something to think about. :)

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Something to think about?
As in crossover Dean helps Batman fight demons (which Batman does believe in by the way - he believes in everything and has seen everything, though he ususally needs help to fight the supernatural). And they brood together or lighten each other up?
Or as in Sam forcing Dean into a Batman costume to celebrate Halloween because he so could play the part?
And is the costume of the cool Batman Begins kind or of the Batman Forever stupid rubber nipples variety? Lol.

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The idea of Dean and Batman in a fic together is just such a great idea. (And the idea of Dean in one of those Batman Forever costumes with the rubber nipples makes me laugh!) But...I'm not familiar enough to go playing around in the Batman universe. I just like the idea of Dean meeting Batman and then pairing them up to fight together. :)