Something I have never fully understood is how people deal with things differently. I mean, there is obviously some physiological explanation, but it's always fascinated me. Case and point: the Winchester brothers.
I noticed as soon as I saw them functioning together the underlying dependance each had on the other. They've seen the same things, traveled the same roads, and I watched their dynamics from afar.
There was a darkness under Dean's eyes, he fixed his coffee black with a hearty "splash" of alcohol and collapsed at the table. Sam's mechanisms seemed almost out of a television show, fixing himself a healthy breakfast then sitting, seeming radiating sunshine the entire time. I found it interesting.
A case came in not too long after.
Sam was on his laptop, how he seemed to spend almost every second, researching for a case in Colorado. Another Djinn.
Upon more research, I discovered this Djinn has different origins than a regular one. I couldn't put my finger on it, but typically Djinns attack unhappy individuals, whereas this one was attacking well rounded, established people. I don't know why it stuck out to me so much, but I realized something must have been off.
I told the brothers about it, and Dean merely shrugged it off. After everything, I'm sure he still saw me as a little girl.
Sam, however, seemed impress with what I've done. He told Dean how I'd be a good addition to their hunts. I smirked.
I begged Dean to let me go, my stomach was healing and I was getting exhausted of staying inside. After much persuasion, I won.
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Drowning in Nightmares- A Supernatural Fanfiction
FanfictionI never wanted to be a part of this. I never wanted to hunt. I never wanted to find Dean. I just wanted to leave.
