Beats

[soncnica]

Title: Beats
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Pairing: Dean, gen
Wordcount: cca. 690
Summary: There are beats that say ...
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION.
A/N: Have an awesome day!

There are beats that say Winchester your whole goddamned life is one big, long horror show. And then there are beats that say no, 's not. There are beats that say Sam as easily as they do Sammy and yeah, it's not.

There are beats that say watch out for your little brother, and there are beats that say yes, sir. But there are beats that say you don't have to anymore and beats that say it's what I do, brother. But there are beats that say it's okay, you can stop. And there are beats that say no, I can't.

The beats go all out at night, while at daylight they hide among other noise, noise that spell gun, blade, knife, words, kick, punch. And then at night the beats say what a crappy day, but at least you're alive. And then there are beats that say yeah, for how long? But the beats also say for as long as we're here.

There are beats that say you're a killer, a murderer, a psychopath, a sociopath, dark, dark, dark. And there are beats that say you're good, kind, loyal, helping people, saving them, a hidden knight in a hidden armor. But then there are beats that say I'm damaged beyond repair and beats that say if you are, so am I.

There are beats his heart does that spell out Sammy, spell out Sam whenever he presses his palm over his heart. Sometimes they say mom, sometimes dad, but mostly it's all Sam, Sammy, Sam. He wonders what Sam's heartbeats spells out? Do they spell Dean?

His heartbeats think so, but well, everyone knows that what a heart thinks, is not what the brain knows.

There are beats that beat road, gasoline, tar, curves, black, shiny, baby, leather, whiskey, old spice, blood, blood and more blood. And laughter, openness, freedom, speed, country roads, highways, small town roads and huge city streets.

Heartbeats that spell life - pure, shared, open life.

And beats that beat shotgun, Sammy with a smile on his face, and beats that say grip the steering wheel tight and look at the road before your life gets taken away.

But there are beats that also say but why look away, when my life is right before my eyes. The road has nothing on that.

Music beats, beats of a heart – all one and the same.

Sometimes the beats go wild - out of control wild, like a caged lion with a bloody antelope dangling before the cage - but the mouth helps by forming a 'you okay?' and the ears help when they hear ''m good' and the beats settle down, go lazy and sleepy, because they know that tone of voice. But if the answer is not there or the voice is laced with pain, then they go berserk. And no organ, no cell, no synopsis, no sinew, bone or muscle wants to talk about times when that happens. It's too wild, too animalistic, a growl and a howl and a roar, all too primitive to ever remember it. The beats shudder then, shake the whole system like a sea in a storm.

There are beats that say what the fuck are you doing, you son of a bitch and there are beats that say fuck if I know and all that makes the brain laugh while the heart stutters in a sigh.

Because yes, what is he doing, what is anybody doing?

But then, there are beats that say maybe its love.

And yeah, that is what he's doing. Love and love make the heartbeats strong. Stronger and stronger and stronger whenever the brain counteracts with love can be used, abused, the demons know, the angels know it, the monsters know it, everyone knows it. Love is more powerful than anything, right up there with life itself. But the heartbeats simply beat off a love is love and we will use it and abuse it too.

And then there are beats that say Sammy and beats that say Dean and brothers and family.

No one can say otherwise, because the heart is stronger than the brain.

The End