Drabbles done for the Supernatural100 community
#1 Photography ~ Snapshot
Most spirit photography is bunk. Dean knows it; double exposure, photographic medium manipulation. Cameras don't see into the nether world. Somewhere in the storage room in Lawrence, there's a box of old photo albums. Pictures from when he was young, before Sam was born. This is the only picture he has of Sam that isn't a high school photo. Two tourists in Topeka took it after Sam obliged them by taking theirs. It's the only picture Dean has of the two of them. Only it's not just the two of them. And the shadow next to Sam isn't a cloud.
#4 Motels ~ King of the Road
Title: King of the Road
No pairing, no warnings, no spoilers
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
~~King of the Road - Roger Miller
For the longest time Sam thought apartments were just bigger motel rooms with cheaper furniture. Later he'd understand motels were places you stayed between homes.
Even later than that he discovered that most people thought of home as the place they stayed the most and where they kept their important stuff.
He was ten before he stopped thinking of home as his father's truck and the twelve foot trailer he hauled behind them from place to place.
But even when he finally got his own apartment and filled it with his own stuff, he never thought of it as home.
Even when he can afford better, Dean tends to go for the older, cheaper, motels. Not the ones that rent by the hour, but the ones that look a little worn, feel a little used, have a little history to them. The ones that weren't designed by some firm in New York by people who will never stay there.
He watches business people check in and out of the newer ones, the ones with internet connections, conference rooms, and business centers and wonders why they even have homes or apartments, raise families, when their entire lives are about their jobs.
"We're only staying the night," Dean says, watching Sam put his clothes in the worn dresser.
"I know," Sam continues to unpack.
"There's probably bugs in that drawer."
Sam grins and nods. "Probably."
"So why bother?" Dean asks totally baffled. Sam does this every damn time.
"Because tonight, this is ours," Sam says and closes the drawer. "This is home."
"It's a motel room."
"It's where you are. That counts." Sam finishes and goes into the bathroom.
Dean stares at the dresser then puts tomorrow's shirt in the drawer.
This is stupid, he knows, but he likes making Sam's smile.