Update for the day.
Nov. 2nd, 2008 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luvxanderOMG!!! This thing may kill me yet. I'm still having huge amounts of fun and I've managed to exceed my set writing goal each day, so I'm counting it as a win.
3353 / 25000 words. 13% done!
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Also, wanna see what happens to my brain when I sleep well and eat right?
"We are not going over this again, Sam," Dean shouted, slamming his hand on the roof of the impala before snatching the door open and climbing inside.
Sam, not to be put off, followed suit on the passenger side of the car. "There's nothing to go over, Dean. There's a spirit haunting that woman who will kill every single person she gets close to before finally draining the life out of her. We have to do something."
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Dean tried to remind himself that this was his brother and he loved him, so he couldn't kill him. "We're out here for one purpose, Sam, and one purpose only. We're going to find Dad and make sure he's okay, and that's all that matters."
"Why, Dean? Why is finding Dad so much more important than the life of this woman and her child, not to mention everyone else in this town?"
"Because he's our father!"
Sam sighed, leaning back into his seat. "Yes he is, Dean. But we still have an obligation to help these people."
Dean just glared at Sam for a moment. "Why are you so determined not to help me help Dad?"
"Because John Winchester can take care of himself, these people can't."
"That's not good enough, Sammy. You've been against helping me hunt for Dad from the very beginning, always pointing out something in the other direction or flat out refusing to go track down a lead. Why?"
Something flashed in Sam's eyes right then. Something Dean would never be able to categorize, but rage was the closest match he could come up with. "Maybe because I don't want you anywhere near something that could take down the great John Winchester. Maybe because I've resigned myself to the fact that I've already lost one father, and I don't want to lose another."
Sam's outburst made Dean draw back in stunned disbelief. "Sam, you've only got one father and you haven't lost him yet. If we don't find him and help him, we're both going to lose him."
Sam let out a soft, sad laugh. "You're right, Dean. I've only got one father. And, right now, he's safe. With me."
"You have lost your ever loving mind, do you know that? I'm not your father, Sam. Dad is."
"Really? Was it Dad who pulled me out of a burning house when I was six months old? Was it Dad who changed my diapers and potty trained me and taught me how to talk? Was it dad who walked me to school every day and made sure I did my homework? Made sure I had three hot meals and a place to sleep? Was it Dad who would tuck me into my bed every single night, Dean? Who made me feel safe? Who told me bedtime stories and checked my room for monsters when I was too scared to go to sleep? It wasn't Dad. It was always you, Dean. So when you ask me to help you keep my father safe, it's you I think about."
Yeah, I don't get it either.
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Also, wanna see what happens to my brain when I sleep well and eat right?
"We are not going over this again, Sam," Dean shouted, slamming his hand on the roof of the impala before snatching the door open and climbing inside.
Sam, not to be put off, followed suit on the passenger side of the car. "There's nothing to go over, Dean. There's a spirit haunting that woman who will kill every single person she gets close to before finally draining the life out of her. We have to do something."
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Dean tried to remind himself that this was his brother and he loved him, so he couldn't kill him. "We're out here for one purpose, Sam, and one purpose only. We're going to find Dad and make sure he's okay, and that's all that matters."
"Why, Dean? Why is finding Dad so much more important than the life of this woman and her child, not to mention everyone else in this town?"
"Because he's our father!"
Sam sighed, leaning back into his seat. "Yes he is, Dean. But we still have an obligation to help these people."
Dean just glared at Sam for a moment. "Why are you so determined not to help me help Dad?"
"Because John Winchester can take care of himself, these people can't."
"That's not good enough, Sammy. You've been against helping me hunt for Dad from the very beginning, always pointing out something in the other direction or flat out refusing to go track down a lead. Why?"
Something flashed in Sam's eyes right then. Something Dean would never be able to categorize, but rage was the closest match he could come up with. "Maybe because I don't want you anywhere near something that could take down the great John Winchester. Maybe because I've resigned myself to the fact that I've already lost one father, and I don't want to lose another."
Sam's outburst made Dean draw back in stunned disbelief. "Sam, you've only got one father and you haven't lost him yet. If we don't find him and help him, we're both going to lose him."
Sam let out a soft, sad laugh. "You're right, Dean. I've only got one father. And, right now, he's safe. With me."
"You have lost your ever loving mind, do you know that? I'm not your father, Sam. Dad is."
"Really? Was it Dad who pulled me out of a burning house when I was six months old? Was it Dad who changed my diapers and potty trained me and taught me how to talk? Was it dad who walked me to school every day and made sure I did my homework? Made sure I had three hot meals and a place to sleep? Was it Dad who would tuck me into my bed every single night, Dean? Who made me feel safe? Who told me bedtime stories and checked my room for monsters when I was too scared to go to sleep? It wasn't Dad. It was always you, Dean. So when you ask me to help you keep my father safe, it's you I think about."
Yeah, I don't get it either.
