𝒜𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 ．

[alaraie]

Feel like everybody passed up on Deans trauma just because it wasn’t heard loud enough. I’ve actually seen people ignore Deans depression and say Sam was the only one with it. Yeah okay, open your fucking eyes the next time you watch the show whore

[alaraie]

Perks Of Being A Narcissus Flower.

[ kinda a future insight. We’re starting from where Jess dies. ]

Sam never understood Dean. Not when he came back to him to hunt for dad. Not when he refused to talk about something bad that could be happening to dad. Not when he did anything, really.

And he wasn’t planning to. Because Dean has been confusing since they were young. And he was okay with that.

•••

[ DAY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TO JESS. ]

•••

Dean had his left arm on the wheel, other on the center console. Sam is asleep, head tilted back slightly. He’s murmuring something. Probably about Jessica. Probably having a nightmare about how it was his fault again. Dean bit the inside of his cheek once and smacked his mouth, looking out the window.

Sam and these nightmares. Really what was the point of them? He’d only known Jessica for a bit. If Dean died right now he’d sulk for a day than go off to Stanford and party with his best friends. Stanford. Nice place.

Yeah, it’d be nicer if they didn’t offer a place to his brother and he was out hunting with him from the start. But forgive and forget, right?

Sam shocked awake with a gasp, panting like he’d just be chihuahuas kbhhiikhkn. finished running.

Dean flinched. Just slightly. Not that noticeable.

“What the hell? What’s up with you and these nightmares?”

Sam kept looking around, getting a grasp of his quickly changing surroundings. Things blurred as Dean drove. To quickly, not safely. But that was what Dean did all the time.

“Nothing.. just— nothing..”

“More nightmares about Jessica?”

“Mhm..”

“It wasn’t your fault, alright? You’ve got to get over it. It doesn’t fall on you.”

Sam looked out the window, spacing out into his thoughts. Dean always had poor choice in words, he was, no is, still as mean, hardheaded, stubborn, and rude as he was the last time Sam saw him before this little hunting trip.

Dean threw him a newspaper, having highlighted and circled the important parts.

“Abigail Alarie. Went missing 1995, daughter was five. Blood all over the house. Daughter never woke up, said she never heard anything.”

“Daughter was five. They took her word for it?”

“It’s the police. Of course they did.”

“Mm, you should consider trusting the authorities for like a second.”

Dean sighs, rolling his eyes and looking at Sam for just a second before focusing back on the road.

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Okay so idk where to go from here. Tips? Like ik what to write after, but what should be the ultimate plot of ch1? How can I improve my writing?