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tigriswolfTitle: Used-To-Be's Don't Count Anymore
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Title comes from "You Don't Bring Me Flowers" by Neil Diamond Just for fun.
Warnings: AU for “Scarecrow”
Pairings: none
Rated: G
Wordcount: 223
Point of view: third
The music is so loud he can’t think and he finds that comforting, because it’s familiar, it’s his past and his future and everything he ever had, and he can almost see—
He flicks the knob and the music gets louder.
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Hope flitters in and out, sometimes bleeding or weeping, sometimes laughing. He wants her to stay always, because it hurts when Despair settles on his shoulders, but he understands.
He was the hopeful one for so long but now Hope can’t stay because he’s finally been left, even though he was also the one who spent his life leaving and almost never looked back.
Hope flutters about and Despair laughs as he knocks her away.
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Hotel rooms all look the same, he thinks, taking in a new one. Empty and desolate and lonely—so, so lonely.
They used to laugh about the oddness of the rooms they got, used to share jokes and smiles about the weirdness found even in their normality.
They used to—and now he’s falling over the edge, wondering if his brother will catch him before Hell accepts him home.
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Apple pie is dust in the rearview and he doesn’t look back, just turns the music up as loud as it’ll go.
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Title comes from "You Don't Bring Me Flowers" by Neil Diamond Just for fun.
Warnings: AU for “Scarecrow”
Pairings: none
Rated: G
Wordcount: 223
Point of view: third
Apple pie is dust in the rearview and it’s time to go.
---The music is so loud he can’t think and he finds that comforting, because it’s familiar, it’s his past and his future and everything he ever had, and he can almost see—
He flicks the knob and the music gets louder.
---
Hope flitters in and out, sometimes bleeding or weeping, sometimes laughing. He wants her to stay always, because it hurts when Despair settles on his shoulders, but he understands.
He was the hopeful one for so long but now Hope can’t stay because he’s finally been left, even though he was also the one who spent his life leaving and almost never looked back.
Hope flutters about and Despair laughs as he knocks her away.
---
Hotel rooms all look the same, he thinks, taking in a new one. Empty and desolate and lonely—so, so lonely.
They used to laugh about the oddness of the rooms they got, used to share jokes and smiles about the weirdness found even in their normality.
They used to—and now he’s falling over the edge, wondering if his brother will catch him before Hell accepts him home.
---
Apple pie is dust in the rearview and he doesn’t look back, just turns the music up as loud as it’ll go.
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Date: 2006-07-05 08:13 am (UTC)Hope is sometimes the most cruel of all gifts. The "almost" seeing, either being allowed or allowing himself to see, hurts perhaps worse, if he did get to see, only to have it fade...
Is the music the kind his brother listened to?
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Date: 2006-07-05 12:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-19 02:30 am (UTC)*kicks your shin* Fix him now, dammit!
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Date: 2007-05-19 10:20 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!