wayward: supernatural one-shots

legend

I linked the song in case you guys want to give it a listen! It's called Legend by my favorite band themselves, Twenty-One Pilots. Anyways this is an OLD one shot but I hope you enjoy anyway! Also, yes Dean is OOC but I guess I wrote him that way because plot. this is so cringey i apologize

You were one of those classic ones,

Traveling around this sun,

You were one of those classic ones,

I wish she knew you . . .

Sam sighed, wiping the tears from his eyes with one hand, the other holding a picture, and trembling. It was the one from years- dang, it seemed like a lifetime ago- of them as adults, when he was twenty-three, fresh out of Stanford, and Dean was twenty-seven. They had been at Bobby's, for once just hanging around instead of hunting some insane monster. He glanced up at his girlfriend, his once dead and now standing in the kitchen making popcorn, getting things together so that they could watch a movie together on the couch, girlfriend, Jessica Moore. He remembers that his brother and Jessica, who Sam calls Jess, only met three times. The first, when Dean asked Sam for help with finding their dad. The second, when Dean heard Jess's screams from outside their room together when he brought Sam home, like he had promised, and carried Sam out of the room, just as he had when Dean was four and Sam was still just a baby; and the third, well . . . Sam didn't like to think about their last- very last- meeting at all.

You were one of those classic ones,

Now everybody knows,

You were one of those classic ones, yeah . . .

Sam had told without cease his favorite stories of his brother to his newly found girlfriend and his friends in the neighborhood. He had to leave out the parts about their actual job- well, the one he and his brother had before. Using the knowledge he'd already had, what Dean had taught him, and the rest he learned from taking classes online, he became a mechanic. Yes, that was Dean's kind of thing, but it made Sam feel closer to his brother; it's like he could feel his brother watching him work on the car. He hoped Dean felt proud of him, because he sure as heck wasn't proud of himself; because the last thing Sam had done with his brother was fight with him.

Alright,

You're a legend in my own mind,

My middle name, my goodbye . . .

Sam still had the Impala, granted, he didn't drive it. He kept it covered up in the garage, hunting weapons and all still intact in the trunk. Sometimes, he missed the squeaking of the doors when they opened and closed, but he couldn't drive it; couldn't bring himself to do it, not after what Sam said, and what Dean did for him. The car was Dean's legend, his legacy, and Sam knew that, and driving it felt . . . wrong. Like Sam would mess up the legacy his brother left behind, just by touching it. Heck, even being with Jess felt wrong now. He knows that Dean was paranoid when he lived with Lisa, and that it felt weird for him not to be hunting every single day of every single week, but that's not the weird Sam felt. Dean's was paranoid-weird, not wrong-weird.

The fight suddenly replays in Sam's mind against his will.

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"Sam, this is the thing that killed Mom! It's back in the game, and you don't even want to hunt it down?!"

Sam did the stomp-and-shuffle thing he does when he starts to get angry, along with pinching the bridge of his nose. "Dean, what do you even remember about Mom's death, huh? You were four freakin' years old! I watched my girlfriend die that same horrible way at twenty-two!"