Sara Lance | The Canary (thecanary) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-08-21 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, ~2018 august, ~25 points, ~~dean winchester (boundtothehunt), ~~~~ sara lance (thecanary) |
Who: Sara & Dean
What: BFFs with healthy coping mechanisms
Where: their house
When: this evening
Warnings: it's Sara and Dean, so
Status: complete gdoc
After her conversation with Sam, Sara headed back to the house she shared with Dean and immediately headed to her bedroom to start packing her belongings. She had no idea where she was going to go, but she was pretty sure that as soon as Dean found out that she’d ended things with his brother, he would be asking her to leave. Not that she could really blame him. She knew that she’d broken Sam’s heart, again, and hated herself for it. But she knew she would hate herself more if she stayed with him and ruined his life so it was better this way.
She had no idea if he was going to keep working at Verdant. If he was, then she’d deal with it. For now, she was content to let Bruce continue handling things until she was ready to return. As much as she wanted to simply cut herself off from everyone, she knew that she needed to keep working, if for no other reason than to have somewhere to focus her attention.
When she heard the door open downstairs, she braced herself, fully expecting Dean to come and yell at her.
***
Dean was absolutely going to yell, but not the way she was expecting him to.
He’d heard pretty quickly about what was going on, his brother could be worse than any woman he’d ever met, wasn’t all that worried about it. He’d liked Sara before she’d been banging Sammy and making his very sensitive brother upset wasn’t any sort of accomplishment. He shouldn’t be too harsh about it to either of them, though, knew that. If Lena suddenly dumped his ass he’d mope too. But Dean’s moping strategy was a lot more self destructive than emo.
His every strategy was pretty self destructive.
He wasn’t even looking for Sara when he came home, clomped his way toward his room, just wanting to change into a fresh tshirt, stopping when he saw Sara’s door open, stopping in his tracks when he saw that she was collecting her things. That sure as hell better not be what it looked like.
“Going somewhere?”
***
He wasn’t the only one who tended towards self destruction. It was probably one of the reasons they got along so well. It was definitely one of the reasons they weren’t anything more than friends.
“Have you talked to Sam?” Sara asked. If he didn’t know, she would tell him, but she wasn’t going to belabor the point if he did.
***
“Yep.” There was no reason not to tell her that he had. He knew what was going on. “So I’m gonna ask again. Going somewhere?”
He had a pretty good idea what she thought she was doing. If their positions were reversed, he might do the same thing. Probably wouldn’t bother packing anything more than a few changes of clothes and the weapons he treasured most, but that was all he really needed. And he’d have been faster about it. He’d gotten out of there before she came home to find him running away.
With nowhere to go as far as he knew. She’d burned a lot of bridges being possessed, and if anyone understood that, it was Dean. He’d turned his whole life on its head when he’d gone demon, hurt everyone he cared about and then some. And Sara had been the one there afterwards to tell him not to be an idiot.
***
“Figured I’d need to find a new place,” Sara said. It was said matter-of-factly because she knew how protective Dean was of his brother. And despite the fact that he’d signed the house over to her back when he was dealing with the mark, she still considered it his house.
Worst case, she figured she could crash in her office until she found something better. Though that might be tricky if Sam kept working there. Sometimes, she hated how small this town was.
***
Without a word in answer, just a grunt that was clearly not pleased with the answer, Dean stepped into the room and just started unpacking her things again.
The whole situation was stupid. Yeah, he was protective of his brother, but Sam was a grown ass adult who could deal with being dumped and Dean wasn’t about to give up with one of the very few people he’d call a friend, the only one he’d call his best friend, just because she’d done the dumping. Sam would get over it, he’d move on and start seeing someone else in no time, because that was how he was. It’d be a lot longer for Dean to recover if his friend was out of there.
It was entirely selfish.
***
Sara was confused enough by Dean’s actions that she stopped packing and simply stood there and stared as he started pulling her underwear and bras from her bag and putting them back in the dresser drawer.
“Uh… okay…” she said after a few moments. “So, you don’t want me to move out?”
***
“Give me one good reason why you should.”
She probably had a dozen pretty good reasons that would fly with anyone else. But Dean was stubborn, and Dean had been exactly where she was at. And she’d kept him in one place and stopped him from throwing away the last good thing he had at the time, gave him the chance to find another one and things were really good.
“And I’ll tell you right now, making me put off my vacation’s not one of them.”
***
“I broke your brother’s heart,” Sara said. That was the only reason she had, but she figured it was a damn good one. If the situations were reversed and Dean had done something devastating to Laurel, she would probably be throwing punches.
Of course, of everyone in town, Dean would understand better than anyone why she felt like she had to call it quits with Sam.
***
Dean didn’t stop unpacking her bag, just shoved things back in her drawers until it was empty again.
“Sam’s had his heart broken a hundred times. He’ll be fine. You and me don’t stop being friends because of that. Try again.” He wasn’t about to accept any excuse she had, but he knew that sometimes it helped just to get it out.
Almost never but sometimes.
***
That was really the only reason she had for trying to move out. Sara knew him well enough to know that any arguments about how being around her was dangerous were ridiculous given Dean’s own experiences. In fact, their similar experiences was one of the reasons she hated the idea of leaving.
“At least I know you can handle yourself if Mallus takes over again,” she said.
***
“Damn right I can.”
Dean paused for a second, hands stopping on her dresser drawer, falling quiet briefly before turning to her and just lifting his hands, gesturing for her to come in for a hug. He was, definitely unexpectedly, a hugger, at least with the people he cared about.
“Listen, you and me are good. If anyone gets this crap, it’s me, okay?” She knew that as well as he did, had been there to see it, knew he had no reason to hold anything against her when she hadn’t against him.
***
Dean was probably one of the only people Sara would accept a hug from at this point and she dropped the pile of t-shirts she was holding on her bed and went to wrap her arms around him. “I know,” she said.
It just fucking sucked, that was all. “Want to get trashed with me tonight?”
***
“When am I ever saying no to drinking about our problems, huh?” he joked, no real humour in it. He didn’t have the best relationship with alcohol, and he knew that, but he’d given up on thinking he should do anything about it. He only ever had when he’d hoped it would slow down the Mark. Not quite sober at most times was just who he was now. And he coped.
“Come on. We’ll get some pizza while we’re at it.” He held on for another second before patting her back and releasing her, only to turn her so he could drape his arm over her shoulders and lead her to the kitchen and a pretty healthy liquor collection.