Do You Love Me (You Don't Know What You Don't Ask Mix) [[260 Words]]
Supernatural
Dean/OMC
Set pre-series.
Remix of a fic by greenapple of insanejournal.

There's blood on his father's hands and shame in his eyes; those are his father's eyes and he sees disgust there, too. Dean tries not to look over as he pulls open the door and steps into the car, suppressing a groan at the pain he feels when he moves.

He hurts, in the literal, physical sense, sliding down in his seat in search of a position that doesn't turn that lingering soreness into hot spikes of pain.

He aches, too, in that abstract, metaphorical way the poets are always going on about, watching his father's hands on the steering wheel, stained violet and red with another man's blood. Watching the way his jaw clenches every time he looks over, the way he's trying (and failing) not to scowl. There’s no whiskey on his breath now, but there will be within the hour, Dean knows.

"Dad, I didn't—" I didn’t tell him no.

I never said 'stop,' Dad.

Dad, he told me I was beautiful. I was perfect to him and his voice was the same as yours but this time I was good enough, I wasn't a disappointment and I just wanted—

He'd just wanted it.

His fists are clenched, too, knuckles going pale in his lap as he cuts off the sentence.

John shakes his head once, left to right, and keeps his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "It's okay, Dean."

But it isn't. He rests his head against the cool glass beside him and watches his father's hands, bloodied on his account, grip the wheel.