Stained Dove - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Stained Dove

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: the boys aren’t mine

Warnings: depressing futurefic

Pairings: gen

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 424
Point of view: third

Notes: started months and months ago

 

 

                Somewhere, there is an empty church. Sunlight filters through the stained glass images of doves, crosses, and hope; but despite that, inside it is still dark, lonely.

                There is no priest, no preacher, no reverend, no father. There is no congregation, no flock, no parishioners. There are no caretakers for the sanctuary or the surrounding grounds. The paint is fading, the walls peeling, the church beat up and aching. The town has long since sunk into the countryside, packed up and moved on, leaving behind only the small building of God’s House.

                Sometimes, weddings can be seen in the church, and funerals. Baptisms. They are swift and lovely, flickering in and out. They are quiet and soft, caught in the flow of time, more gentle now than they were when they were first seen.

                But no one is watching. 

                Inside the desolate sanctuary, there is a candle. It is old, merely a finger’s width tall, sunken in. To look upon it, in it’s tattered glory, is to invite sadness. It is pale; once white, now faded to a dull gray. 

                This is a candle suited for the church. They have been together for some years, though their end approaches.   Wind whistles through the sad sanctuary, lightly caresses the candle, plays with the small flame on the wick. 

                The small tongue of flame winks at the ceiling, seems to laugh at a joke only they know.

                 Somewhere, there is an empty church. It rests on a hill overlooking what once was a town. There is a candle inside that has been lit for years, since a man walked in and opened his lighter. No one in the town knew his name, but the reverend walked up to him as he stood before the altar, head bowed.

                “Can I help you?” Reverend Walker asked.

                Sometimes, the words still echo in God’s House.   The stranger replied quietly, “No, I don’t think that you can.”

                Since that day decades ago, the town has withered and died. Families have moved out, on. People whispered of a curse, of God turning His head away; the reverend had no words of comfort and he left with them.

                The world moved on, leaving behind the church and the candle, and the memory of life, of dancing, of singing. Left behind a flickering flame and a phantasm, waiting.

                The lighter is flicked open and shut, calloused fingers brushing through the flame.   The church is empty but for this lone specter, left behind as the world moved on.

                Waiting for one who never comes.

 

Comments

[taniapretender.livejournal.com]

beautifully written.

this is very interesting and...intriguing. I wonder who lit the candle, and on what purpose. Was it Dean, who mourned the loss of his brother ? Was it some evil, who really put a curse by tainting the Church with evil ?

Hum. I like it that way =)

[tigriswolf]

Well, in my head, Dean lit the candle and then died, so now he haunts the church. He's waiting for Sammy, but Sammy never comes.

It's up to you, though.

Thanks for reading!

[taniapretender.livejournal.com]

oh...;

ow, I get the "depressing" warning.

Funny how your futurefic always look shattered and broken. I can't imagine the brothers not winning. To me, they'll win, the world will change and bloom again, and they'll retire in a small village, living of simple things.

maybe because I'm such a pessimistic I need something else for my imagination...

[tigriswolf]

Not always, huh? *ponders*

Um... darn.

[leenys.livejournal.com]

Ouch!!! Talk about an impact. Maaaan...depressing fics rule.

heh.

: )

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

Sorry, coherency was broken by the pretty.
And the sad.
Boys.

They need a hug.

*hugs the pretty ficlet*

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! _So_ much.

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Oh, so lovely and sad. I really, really like how you gave the church its own personality, and the candle, too. I especially liked this part:

Inside the desolate sanctuary, there is a candle. It is old, merely a finger’s width tall, sunken in. To look upon it, in it’s tattered glory, is to invite sadness. It is pale; once white, now faded to a dull gray.

This is a candle suited for the church. They have been together for some years, though their end approaches. Wind whistles through the sad sanctuary, lightly caresses the candle, plays with the small flame on the wick.

Lovely.

And of course I have to throw in an "Oh, boys."

Very nicely done.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[sea-yeah.livejournal.com]

Huh? what happened to my comment? Did I leave it in the wrong place?

Oh well, too confused to remember what I said originally, but basically, this was heatbreaking.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

LJ sometimes eats comments becase it gets hungry.

[mgbutterfly.livejournal.com]

Wow. I don't usually tear up while reading fic. But wow. The tears did threaten to flow.

Visceral. Moving. Beautifully sad.

Wow.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you SO much!