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Teaser: Weapon of Choice 21
John watched Sam stare at the now cold breakfast. The silence between them wasn’t as strained as before, but it wasn’t comfortable either.
It could have been seconds or it could have been ages before Sam finally pushed the tray away and curled his fingers in his hair, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
“I think...” Started Sam with an oddly listless voice. “I think I’m broken.” He sank even lower, pressing his forehead into the cool wood and curling his arms around him like a shield. “There’s something wrong with me. I think... it was from the very beginning.”
“Sam...” Whispered John at a loss of what to say.
“I think...” It seemed that Sam either hadn’t heard John or simply ignored him. “I don’t think I can be fixed Dad.” His voice was low and quiet, much too calm.
“It’s only been a few weeks. Give it time Sam… we could seek help...” He offered hesitantly, now way too scared to even consider holding on to his pride. “Just... don’t give up Sam. That’s not the way to do anything...”
Sam turned his head, one cheek still resting on the wooden surface, messy hair falling all over the place and looked up at John from his odd position. Even in the shadows the uncommon, luminous green of his eyes after the transformation made the older
“Do you know what happened when Pandora opened the forbidden box?” Asked Sam out of the blue, still staring at John with one eye.
Confused as to why his son was suddenly asking about Greek mythology, John nevertheless answered:
“All the misfortunes of Man got out.”
An odd, bitter smile curved his son’s lips.
“And do you know what was the last horror that escaped the box?”
John felt his chest constrict, like a vicious case of indigestion. He said nothing as Sam straightened from his slouch and rose from the table. He sat still, staring at the patterns on the highly polished table, trying to convince himself that the burning in his chest was because of the foreign cuisine that was served in Marakaj’s household.
He heard the door close with a soft click and closed his eyes, feeling drained of energy, tired and so very, very helpless.
“Hope.” He whispered quietly. “Hope was the last misfortune.”
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Great snippet. Dean must get his act together soon, is all I'm saying. ;>
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Looking forward to more.
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In good news, I have hashed out a full outline for Weapon of Choice. Including the ending. Many a spell, some hot, hot Sam/Dean sex in the future and well, Sam with THE eyes again... Not much of John unfortunately. On the bad side - it's going to take 10 chapters at the very least. Hmm maybe I should write something now... I am tired, but once I saw your name in my inbox I kind of felt like writing something.... It so, so good to hear from you. A huge mood enhancer for me, especially in this hard time :)
*blushes*
On a personal note I'm sorry to hear about your RL misfortunes. It can be so hard to keep faith in people when others take advantage of your good nature. I believe in karma, so I'm sure one day they will turn to shit, and good people like you can use that crap to grow flowers :)
Lastly, and I quote, "hot, hot Sam/Dean sex in the future" . Thank you, you just made my week :)
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I am so excited to hear that you are continuing with this! This was one of the first stories I ever read in the fandom and is one of my most favorite! I kept checking your journal regularly for any update! I am very eager to see what you write here. I visited your journal weekly and only missed in the last month!
I hope you are doing well.
Thanks so much for writing this and sharing.
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Please to friend? yes? yes?
I love this story. I am so glad you are still working on it!!!
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