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grianchloch) wrote2009-07-27 06:42 pm
grianchloch) wrote2009-07-27 06:42 pm
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Far Away Epilogue and Notes
They talked, they fucked, they ate too much pie, and they came to some understandings.
Dean didn’t want to give up hunting. Sam reminded him that he’d never asked him to in the first place.
Sam did insist that he go along on hunts with Dean. This took a lot of talking on Sam’s part, and displays of his abilities with guns, knives, hand-to-hand and those extra abilities that had allowed him to kill the demon. Dean eventually agreed that Sam could take care of himself and that they could hunt together.
Sam insisted that Dean look into restoring cars as a way of earning a legal income and Dean was okay with that.
Sam went back to drawing and painting, now that his muse was back, and kept working part time for Ellen on the understanding that there would be times when he had to take time off at short notice.
Dean slowly allowed himself to accept what he’d known all along. That he had a home and that there wasn’t any need to live on the road when he had Sam to come home to.
Sam found him one afternoon, sitting in the sun on the old garden seat. There was a book in his hands, but he wasn’t reading it, just holding it, fingers playing over the spine.
“Hey.” Sam sat down beside him.
“Hey.” Dean replied softly, and Sam got a look at the title of the book.
He smiled as he remembered another warm summers day, sitting with Dean while John read ‘The Little Prince’ to them. Dean slid closer to him, and they sat side by side for a while, fingers lightly touching, staring out towards the tree. Sam felt the exact moment that Dean accepted that his place was there with Sam. He felt the universe click into place and a soft breeze ruffled his hair.
Dean squeezed his hand and smiled at him and Sam knew that it didn’t matter what came now, they’d face it together, no matter what.
THREE WEEKS LATER
Dean and Sam walked down the porch steps to the Impala, both putting a bag into the trunk. Dean grinned at Sam and threw him the keys.
“Are you serious?”
“Damn straight. Only, shotgun picks the music, driver shuts his cakehole.”
Sam laughed out loud as he climbed in behind the wheel and the muscle car pulled away from the farmhouse with Back in Black blasting out of the windows.
THE END!
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Thanks first of all to my fabulous three.
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seleneheart not just for the beta, and not just for this story, but for being a friend, a cheerleader when things get tough and an unflapping presence in the middle of major freak outs. Long ago, two horseboys walked into a bar separately and left together and, I'm damned glad they did :)cocoajava for help with the beta, and for being one of the influences for my earth momma, Aunt Beth. We met over pipeweed and she became a friend and a confidant, a soothing presence who, each summer, gives up her couch to a wandering Brit in need of a place to crash.muck_a_luck for being herself :) Although she had nothing to do with the story, she deserves a mention as she was the first friend I made on LJ, and I'm glad she's put up with me all these years. We bonded over Gondorian Muffins and I hope, someday, to persuade her to try an avocado. My amazing artists:
dramaa_princess and eerie_descentIt was a pleasure working with both of you and I continue to be in awe of the wonderful art you both did for my story. Thank you so much!!
And thank you to the wonderful mods of the
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spn_j2_bigbang community, audrarose, thehighwaywoman, and the lovely wendy for putting so much work into running the comm and for the chance it gave me to write this fic and have such gorgeous art work made for it :)Notes:
Mr Bun is the property of
angstslashhopeRamirez is all the cats I've owned rolled into one and given to Sammy. Although he's got a real soft spot for Dean. He's a bruiser of a tabby who would be an ideal hunters cat.
Aunt Beth was influenced by all the Earth Mommas I've known, Lesley, Stella and Lori to name a few.
The story was influenced by, and the title came from, Far Away by Nickelback.
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know
[CHORUS]
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore
On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know
[CHORUS]
So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know
I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
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