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Entry tags:
Everyday Heroes by Geminigrl11 (PG)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: none (gen)
Length: 2900 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geminigrl11
Author Website: her fic masterlist
Why this must be read:
Beautifully constructed, a series of small moments that add up to Sam and Dean, the way they see each other, the things they want for each other, and the way they find home.
An excerpt:
Outside Bisbee, in the express checkout, Sam was silent as the boy counted out spilled change and rumpled ones and came up short.
"What do you want to put back, hon?" The cashier was kind, but it didn't really help.
The boy put his hand to his forehead in a gesture far too old for his age and said, "We need the milk."
The cashier had started to set aside the rest when Sam put his items in the middle of the boy's. "I've got this."
Sam could tell the boy didn't want to take it – didn't know what it meant, was maybe even a little scared. He raised his hands and backed up a couple of paces, let the boy take his time to decide. Tried not to think about how much he looked like Dean at that age – strong and capable and achingly young. The young, though, Sam could only see now.
The cashier's hand hovered over a loaf of white bread, waiting until the boy finally nodded. It was hard to say who looked more relieved.
Find the story here:
Everyday Heroes
Pairing: none (gen)
Length: 2900 words
Author on LJ:
geminigrl11Author Website: her fic masterlist
Why this must be read:
Beautifully constructed, a series of small moments that add up to Sam and Dean, the way they see each other, the things they want for each other, and the way they find home.
An excerpt:
Outside Bisbee, in the express checkout, Sam was silent as the boy counted out spilled change and rumpled ones and came up short.
"What do you want to put back, hon?" The cashier was kind, but it didn't really help.
The boy put his hand to his forehead in a gesture far too old for his age and said, "We need the milk."
The cashier had started to set aside the rest when Sam put his items in the middle of the boy's. "I've got this."
Sam could tell the boy didn't want to take it – didn't know what it meant, was maybe even a little scared. He raised his hands and backed up a couple of paces, let the boy take his time to decide. Tried not to think about how much he looked like Dean at that age – strong and capable and achingly young. The young, though, Sam could only see now.
The cashier's hand hovered over a loaf of white bread, waiting until the boy finally nodded. It was hard to say who looked more relieved.
Find the story here:
Everyday Heroes