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SPN Ficlet: Conversations - Anchors
Title:Conversations - Anchors
Characters: Sam, Dean
Classification: Conversation, pre-series, gen, ficlet
Rating: G? K+? Nothing that couldn't have been televised.
Warnings: None. Dialog only.
Word Count: 623 words
Disclaimer: For fun, not for profit.

Originally posted July 28, 2006 at fanfiction.net

by CaffieneKitty


The wee hours of a morning during Sam's first year at Stanford.


"Sam? What's up?"

"Dean, uh, hi."

"It's 4AM where I am, little bro. You forget you're on the West Coast now?"

"Actually, I didn't think you'd answer."

"Well, I did. So what's up?"


"You called me at 4 AM Eastern, which is 1 AM Pacific because nothing is up and you didn't think I'd answer?"

"This was a mistake."

"No, no, hold on, Sam."


"...How's, you know, things?"

"Heh. Pretty good. I'm keeping up in all my classes, and... yeah. Things are good."

"So, who's the girl?"

"Who said there was a girl?"

"Dude. I'm your brother. I taught you to talk. I know what you're not saying."


"Huh. She a bookworm like you?"

"Yeah, sort of. It's Stanford. You're either a bookworm or you're barfing up a lung in the Quad."

"So? Is she hot?"


"Yeah, yeah. You know I had to ask."

"... She's... indescribable."

"Two heads, flippers, seaweed for hair-"


"All right, all right... You're serious about this girl, hunh Sam?"

"...yeah. We, uh. I'm moving in with her."


"Yeah. Heh. That's kind of why I called."

"You're calling me to help you move?"

"Ha! No! No. I was actually calling because I bought a... well... a bookshelf."

"... Um. Okay?"

"It's furniture. I own furniture, Dean. It's so weird."

"Weird is definitely one of the words coming to my mind right now. Most of the rest have four letters and you're going to start hearing them if you don't start making some sense, Sam."

"I got it at a garage sale. It's short, and it's heavy. Made out of actual wood under the crappy paint, I think. Jess and I took it to her place in her hatchback."

"Still waiting for sense here, Sam."

"I've never owned anything bigger than I can carry in a duffel-bag, or stick in the trunk of the Impala. It's... it's like living in student res was just another hotel, only louder. I never really totally unpacked, just out of habit. Now I'm moving into a house, and I own furniture. A bookshelf! It's just this big solid thing, and I own it. It's like the world bends around it."

"You sure you aren't one of the 'puking your brains out' students?"

"Ha... No... I guess, I just called because if I tried to describe this to any of the people here, they wouldn't understand."

"I hate to say it Sam, but I don't know If I understand either."

"...It's something solid. Real. Something that I have to make arrangements to move around with. It's something too big to pick up, sling over my shoulder and leave with in under five minutes. And it's all mine."


"You still there, Dean?"

"... Yeah... I'm here... Sounds like a pain in the ass."

"It is. And I like that. That's why it's so weird."

"Hunh... sorry Sammy, I guess I still don't get it. I don't really get attached to things."

"Bull. I've watched you clean the guns for years."

"Hey, a gun isn't a thing, it's a tool."

"And what about the car?"

"What, have you developed a death wish since you got to Stanford?"



"Whatever. Uh... You probably want to get back to sleep."

"Naw, I'm good. Me and Dad have been pulling a lot of all-nighters on this gig."

"He's not there, is he?"

"... Naw. His turn to babysit the snollygoster."

"Dean, uh..."

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I won't tell him you called."

"Okay. Thanks. Really though, I should go. I have class and stuff in the morning."

"Yeah, and you better start getting your beauty sleep if you wanna hang onto this girl of yours. Does she know that you snore?"

"I do not snore."

"Do too. Sounds like a snake getting sucked into a water pump."

"Bite me."

"Heh, yeah, whatever. Go. Sleep. But... uh... if that bookshelf of yours starts radiating evil, or freaky symbols show up on it out of the blue, you let me know. I'll come out there and help you torch the sucker."

"Ha. Right. G'night Dean."


"'Night Sammy."

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weesta From: weesta Date: October 24th, 2006 01:08 am (UTC) (Link)
I LOVED this. Sammy being weirded out because he bought furniture - something he couldn't carry in his duffel. That's perfect! And of course, he calls Dean. I love Dean's "guns are a tool" response. I'm loving these conversation ficlets!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: October 24th, 2006 08:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks. All the stuff that Sam would have found weird about normal/college life is fascinating to me.
bellasianna From: bellasianna Date: April 1st, 2008 01:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Perfect brotherly convo, perfect. I totally get Sam. I brought home my first book shelf last weekend lol
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: April 1st, 2008 04:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's a weird feeling, isn't it? Even if you grew up in houses. Congratulations on the bookshelf! :-)
lovetheguys From: lovetheguys Date: April 1st, 2008 05:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
Very touching. And I think Dean DID get how Sam felt, just couldn't or more like, wouldn't, admit it. Great little convo! Love, Robin
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: April 2nd, 2008 07:02 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, Dean got what Sam meant, but in a bit of a different way. And Dean definitely doesn't get attached to things. ;-)
From: sassylassy13 Date: April 2nd, 2008 03:03 am (UTC) (Link)
I love this! Put the index in my mems!=-}
I have to say, tho', some sadistic part of me wishes John could've overheard that conversation...Is that wrong?*G*
Off to read the others!=-)

caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: April 2nd, 2008 07:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Ooo! Thank you for the Mem! :-D

John would have only heard half of it, but yeah. It'd still have some kick to it for him. :-)
From: sassylassy13 Date: April 2nd, 2008 07:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Ohohoh, I can fix that!=-} See, every time my friend talks on her cell phone, I can hear both sides of the conversation... Ok, obviously John won't be sitting in a chair near Dean at this time, right? Instead, in my head, he was on a 'stakeout' and he has one of those small, concealable listening devices (you know, the ones you see advertised on TV--I'm getting one for my gran) and *voila*! Of course, my head stops there
(except for little flashes) cos my head can't write!*G*
Ok, I got distracted by the phone but *now* I'm off to read the rest of the stories! I realize you wrote these a while ago, but I do hope you add some more (they were fic recc'd over on my Supernatural yahoo group)!=-)

caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: April 2nd, 2008 03:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yahoo, eh? I'm amazed how many different places have pockets of Supernatural fans :-)
borgmama1of5 From: borgmama1of5 Date: July 13th, 2010 03:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this was so awesome and poignant!

I want to believe this conversation actually happened!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: July 13th, 2010 03:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! I think something like this might have, maybe.
sandymg From: sandymg Date: July 13th, 2010 09:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Nice. When Dean says he doesn't get attached to things. I immediately thought, no, he gets attached to people. Well, person.

Very sweet ficlet.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: July 14th, 2010 03:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Yep, exactly! Thank you!
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