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SPN Fic: Living the Lie

Another drabble request has been completed. Again, I suck at word count so I went over. I'm just not worrying about it anymore LOL This is for a_phoenixdragon who wanted either SG-1 or SPN. I went with SPN this time around.

Title: Living the Lie
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Four (early)
Category: Drama
Characters: Dean, Sam, Impala
Spoilers: Lazarus Rising
Summary: It's much easier to live the lie.
Word Count: 254
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke and co. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This is for entertainment purposes only; no financial profit has been gained from this story. This story is not mean to infringe upon the rights of the above-mentioned establishments.


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Dean popped the hood to the Impala and gave the engine a long, intense look. While he'd entrusted his baby to Sam for only four months, it seemed like a lifetime. At least for him. He knew he didn't have to check – hell, he shouldn't check – but he had to be sure.

As he leaned in deeper, Dean stroked the frame and let out a contented sigh. He knew she had missed him as much as he had missed her.

"Are you…petting the car?"

Dean bolted upright and pulled his best poker face, hoping Sam wouldn't see through him. "No," he said. "Just admiring your work."

"My work?" Sam glanced at the Impala as he took a swig from his open bottle. "Right."

"She's perfect."

"You're such a liar."

Dean glanced back at the Impala. The windshield wiper fluid was low and the oil needed changing a month ago. Still, he knew Sam had done the best he could, considering.

"You done good, Sammy."

"Yeah?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

There was a hint of a smile on Sam's face, one the few genuine smiles he could be sure of since he'd returned from the Pit. Dean figured he'd take what he could.

"Well, now that you're back, she'll get the treatment she deserves." Sam handled him an unopened bottle of beer. "Just like it should be."

"Yeah. Everything's normal again."

They both took a swig and leaned against the Impala. And even though they knew it wasn't true, they decided to keep living the lie.
Tags: fic: spn gen
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