SPN Fic: Destination 1/1
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gilascaveTitle: Destination
Author: James![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zortified
Genre: gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~400
Warnings: deathfic; desolate and not at all happy
Spoilers: set one year after All Hell Breaks Loose
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Summary: Dean's life has been mostly just one thing: loss.
She smiled at him; Dean looked away. Glanced down, away from her smiling, pretty face and down at his feet. The dirt of the crossroads was soft and thick, hard to walk through but easy to stand. One last effort, a plan that even Dean had finally allowed himself to hope...to honestly believe would work.
For the last few days he'd felt drunk on it, the faith and joy that his brother had saved him. That in the end he would get his freedom, that the Winchesters would win: finally, completely, totally win.
An hour ago he'd closed his eyes as he stood in the crossroads and remembered the moment one year before. When his father's ghost had stepped backwards, vanishing into the light that even then he'd known had carried him somewhere better. Sam had said once that he thought he'd gone to where their mother was waiting, so that their father could finally have the one thing he'd wanted for the last twenty years.
Dean stared at the body crumpled at his feet, unable to move towards it again. His hands were still coated in blood, from gripping and slipping and all he'd really been able to do was scream.
Meg's face smiled as she said, "Such a waste, don't you think?"
He glanced up at her then, at the demon who had slain his brother. Only hours before sunset.... After one long year of fighting and living and breathing for the first time in forever, after struggling with and against every one of Sam's attempts to save him until this, this day when it was too late for anything else and Sam had finally had a plan that would work.
Except she'd been waiting for them, and they hadn't seen the knife's blade until it was cutting through Sam's ribs.
Dean looked at her then, thinking he should say something, taunt her or ignore her or just say something to show he cared. Or that he didn't. He didn't know which. Then his attention was caught by the appearance of his brother, standing in golden light beside him.
Sam looked at him and opened his mouth; Dean heard the howl of the hounds then felt the first gash of a claw tear his chest open.
The last thing he saw as he was dragged away was his brother's spirit, fading into the light.
the end
Author: James
zortifiedGenre: gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~400
Warnings: deathfic; desolate and not at all happy
Spoilers: set one year after All Hell Breaks Loose
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Summary: Dean's life has been mostly just one thing: loss.
She smiled at him; Dean looked away. Glanced down, away from her smiling, pretty face and down at his feet. The dirt of the crossroads was soft and thick, hard to walk through but easy to stand. One last effort, a plan that even Dean had finally allowed himself to hope...to honestly believe would work.
For the last few days he'd felt drunk on it, the faith and joy that his brother had saved him. That in the end he would get his freedom, that the Winchesters would win: finally, completely, totally win.
An hour ago he'd closed his eyes as he stood in the crossroads and remembered the moment one year before. When his father's ghost had stepped backwards, vanishing into the light that even then he'd known had carried him somewhere better. Sam had said once that he thought he'd gone to where their mother was waiting, so that their father could finally have the one thing he'd wanted for the last twenty years.
Dean stared at the body crumpled at his feet, unable to move towards it again. His hands were still coated in blood, from gripping and slipping and all he'd really been able to do was scream.
Meg's face smiled as she said, "Such a waste, don't you think?"
He glanced up at her then, at the demon who had slain his brother. Only hours before sunset.... After one long year of fighting and living and breathing for the first time in forever, after struggling with and against every one of Sam's attempts to save him until this, this day when it was too late for anything else and Sam had finally had a plan that would work.
Except she'd been waiting for them, and they hadn't seen the knife's blade until it was cutting through Sam's ribs.
Dean looked at her then, thinking he should say something, taunt her or ignore her or just say something to show he cared. Or that he didn't. He didn't know which. Then his attention was caught by the appearance of his brother, standing in golden light beside him.
Sam looked at him and opened his mouth; Dean heard the howl of the hounds then felt the first gash of a claw tear his chest open.
The last thing he saw as he was dragged away was his brother's spirit, fading into the light.
the end