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Through Everything

Turning to face forward, Sam muttered, “You’re a jerk.”

“And you’re a bitch,” Dean declared, knowing that it made Sam happy to hear that particular insult. He understood, too. Sam was still wary that Dean would hate him for his powers. To be fair to him, Dean knew he hadn’t given Sam any reason to trust him with his powers before. Now, though, he was going to be there for his brother, going to stand by him and support him, and he was going to push his brother into training them, just the same way he’d pushed his brother into training sessions with dad that had saved his life hundreds of times over. Carefully wiping over the wounds a few more times, Dean began casually, “That last hunt really messed you up, huh?”

Silence met him for a few moments, before Sam admitted, “I guess I’m not as strong as I thought.”

He shrugged after that, a helpless ‘what can you do?’ gesture. From Sam’s tone of voice, it sounded as if he really believed that as well, hoped it, even. Sighing, Dean folded the dirtied cloth, putting it aside on Sam’s rumpled sheets. Picking up the needle, he began to carefully sterilise it, giving him something to do with his hands as he tried to pick the right words, the right way to tell Sam that it wasn’t his power that was lacking, but his understanding of how to use it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26094178/chapters/63471469

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What You Choose to Do With It

In the darkness behind his eyes, Sam could feel a pressure building. It felt like something was squeezing in his head, filling to the point of bursting and then beyond. When it finally did burst, he sat up with a gasp, hands flying to curl into his scruffy locks. Blinking the dark away, he shifted one hand from his hair, down over his sweat-slick skin and onto the fabric of his t-shirt. His fingers pressed into his chest, trying to soothe his wild-running heart. Behind him, his other hand twisted into the sheets, fingers clawing tightly at the rumpled material.

Slowly, his breathing became less laboured, his eyes roaming the room less wildly. Calmer, but still tense, he searched the room, eyes darting from corner to corner, shadow to shadow, desperate to ensure that no red eyes were staring out at him. When his search of the room came up clean, he heaved a sigh of relief and buried his face in his hands. Curling forward, eyes screwed shut tight and fingers digging into them, he tried to shake the last vestiges of his nightmare from his mind.

After a few minutes, he finally felt calm enough to uncover his face.

It was dark in his room, darker than it ordinarily would be.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24420997/chapters/58915672

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A Better Life

Jordan Parker knelt at the edge of a summoning circle, stark white lines bisecting the grass. Bottles of leaky spray paint lay half empty and still dripping a short distance away, the chemical scent of them carrying on the breeze to his nostrils. Closing his eyes, Jordan breathed the smell in deeply, reminding himself of why he was doing this.

At his right shoulder stood his mother, Bella Parker, her poison red nails digging painfully into his skin. They didn’t break through, prevented by the smart white shirt Jordan was wearing, but they certainly pinched. He resisted the urge to wriggle out of her grip.

On his left stood Benjamin Parker, his father. His hand rested much more gently on Jordan’s shoulder, grip just tight enough that it gave support and encouragement. Jordan certainly needed it for what they were about to do. It was scary, thinking about the way his life was going to change, but it would be worth it. It would all be worth it.

Across from him, on the other side of the circle, his little sister Emma opened a leather-bound book and flipped carefully through the pages, fingers barely brushing each yellowed and curling page so as not to damage them. The book was ancient, had been passed down through the generations on his mother’s side. Now, it would finally be put to good use. Jordan felt a rush of gratitude and adoration for his sister rush through him. She was a good girl, doing as much as she could for their family, just as he was in these difficult times.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24345319

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