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katikatTitle: The Simplest Questions Have No Answers
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katikat
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Genre: Gen, pre-series
Words: 100
Summary: "Who are you, Dean?"
Notes: My big thank-you goes to my wonderful betayami_tai
Dean actually liked Mrs Moore, the high school psychologist, even though he would rather die a painful death than admit it. She was kind and gentle and she smiled a lot. She reminded him of his mom.
That's why he decided to actually answer her questions, to leave his usual attitude at the door…
"Who are you, Dean?"
That was easy. "John Winchester's son…"
"And?"
"Sammy's brother…"
"And?"
Dean frowned, more confused than angry. "What are you asking?"
She smiled gently, almost sorrowfully. "I'm asking who you are. Just you, yourself. As an individual."
Dean stammered. "I… I don't know."
The End
Author:
katikatDisclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Genre: Gen, pre-series
Words: 100
Summary: "Who are you, Dean?"
Notes: My big thank-you goes to my wonderful beta
yami_taiDean actually liked Mrs Moore, the high school psychologist, even though he would rather die a painful death than admit it. She was kind and gentle and she smiled a lot. She reminded him of his mom.
That's why he decided to actually answer her questions, to leave his usual attitude at the door…
"Who are you, Dean?"
That was easy. "John Winchester's son…"
"And?"
"Sammy's brother…"
"And?"
Dean frowned, more confused than angry. "What are you asking?"
She smiled gently, almost sorrowfully. "I'm asking who you are. Just you, yourself. As an individual."
Dean stammered. "I… I don't know."
The End
