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tigriswolfTitle: holding out for a hero till the morning light
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “Holding out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler.
Warnings: spoilers for everything aired. Definitely AU, I’m bettin’. But wouldn’t it be totally awesome if the show went this way?
Pairings: vaguely implied wincest, if you read it that way
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 660
Point of view: third
Notes: first line popped into my head. For some reason, the fic wanted to be told as a poem. *shrugs* Guess I’m still a poet, after all.
Dedication:sadelyrate for giving this a looksie. Been awhile since I wrote a poem, you know. I miss it.
Dedication:
sadelyrate for giving this a looksie. Been awhile since I wrote a poem, you know. I miss it.It’ll get easier, they lie.
It just takes time.
But he buries his brother at dusk,
and nothing will ever make that better.
There is no Holy Grail at the end of the quest,
no dragons to slay, no princesses to rescue.
There are only memories and bitter regrets,
only a never-ending road and a trunk full of guns.
They offer him solace and comfort,
offer him beers and a bed.
They try to soothe away his anger
but it still burns bright for far too long.
He buries his brother at dusk, leaving him behind.
He wanders with the car and a useless quest,
a vendetta of fire and blood with no meaning
now that he’s truly, eternally alone.
It’ll get easier, they lie.
It only takes time, patience, and hope.
Remember all the good memories—
Cling to those when the nights are cold.
He watches sunrise and sunset, shivers
as the moon ascends the sky.
It is a dark night, with little illumination,
and he hears the hounds draw close.
He was always told not to make deals,
learned all the ways words can be twisted and turned,
tarnished and broken, left to rot beneath the barren sun.
But he’s alone, now, and too lonely to care.
It comes in the guise of a woman,
as he’d known it would.
It wore this form when it dealt with his brother,
all those long months ago.
His hands itch for a gun or the salt;
his tongue longs to speak the words—
But he stands still and he waits
for it to speak first.
It coos at him and trails its stolen hand along his face.
It laughs at him and licks its stolen lips.
You are beautiful, it says, like your brother before you,
and he grits his teeth to bite in the words.
You wish to deal? it chortles.
He nods his assent, clenching his fists.
Oh, so gorgeous, you brothers, it purrs.
What more could a demon ask for?
When it kisses him, he tastes sulfur and brimstone.
He thinks of his brother, buried in the Earth,
remembers these last lonely months,
and he pulls close the stolen body, deepening the kiss.
It is a bittersweet reunion, at Hell’s front door,
but he lunges for his brother, pulling him into shaking arms.
I got you, comes the hoarse whisper.
You’re finally home.
And now they tell themselves the lie,
about how everything will get easier with time.
As the sky falls around them and the seas boil to salt,
they wrap themselves in their falsehood and pray.
But mercy—sweet, gentle Mercy—is nowhere to be found.
Their lie is their conviction, and they take it to their graves,
buried in rotten dirt and left to decay.
It does not get easier with time.
They fall, one by one, toppled by their lie.
The world follows swiftly, beginning with
the States and flowing out, filling the continent
and then spreading across oceans, down the hemisphere.
It never gets easier.
Until it does, and he lets his powers fly with abandon,
his brother—the only one who never truly left,
who only had to be found again—by his side.
He ripped out their lying tongues with a smile.
Hell’s door opened before him, laying wide the world.
This isn’t what their father would have wanted—
but Dad is long gone.
Dad is long gone, and this is their legacy,
those hunters who once shone so brightly.
They sow pain and fury, reaping blood and malice,
and always they laugh like when they were boys.
It’ll get easier, they lied, once upon a time.
It just takes time.
But there is no quest now, just tarnished knights
and dragons who soar in the sky.
This is their legacy, what they’ll leave behind
if they ever—not very likely, truth be told—die.
This is their legacy, of vengeance and blood,
and they stride into the night, side-by-side.
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Date: 2007-07-02 04:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-02 02:03 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-07-02 02:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-02 02:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-02 05:38 pm (UTC)What're the words on your icon?
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Date: 2007-07-02 07:26 pm (UTC)My brother found the picture and it just screamed crackfic!
*shakes head, admitting I'm weird*
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Date: 2007-07-02 08:54 pm (UTC)And I want to read that crack!fic! 'Cause you can never go wrong with cats. Or dragons. Unless you're named 'George'. In which case this dame in distress will point the flamethrower at you and any possibly pointy things you might have.
:D
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Date: 2007-07-02 11:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-21 03:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-21 03:03 pm (UTC)Tease: Dammit Sam! Why was it only when they were in a hurry,the stupid kid decided to disappear? Any other time he was stick um boy, glued to Dean like a third ball.He used his anger to mask the growing fear.
"Meeeoow." Dean glanced down at his feet,yep, same damn cat.
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Date: 2007-07-21 03:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-02 08:49 pm (UTC)*is honoured*
This is a beauty, in all its magnificence and wrongness, hurt and repetition.
But there is no quest now, just tarnished knights
and dragons who soar in the sky.
These lines... There's all sorts of implications and metaphors to be found in these words, in addition to their literal meanings. And that makes me happy.
There's not enough dragons in Supernatural. They wouldn't exactly 'fit in', though, but they are such magnificent creatures and wouldn't be the first critters to defy the laws of Physics within the series.
You know, there's a certain rhythm to this that makes me want to mutter it under my breath all day long. Preferably near impressible new citizens. :)
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Date: 2007-07-02 11:37 pm (UTC)*twirls you*
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Date: 2007-07-03 09:00 am (UTC)But there is no quest now, just tarnished knights
and dragons who soar in the sky.
I'm actually kinda speechless right now. I want to keep typing "woah" and "wow." Heh.
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Date: 2007-07-03 01:50 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2007-08-18 05:46 am (UTC)Dad is long gone, and this is their legacy,
those hunters who once shone so brightly.
They sow pain and fury, reaping blood and malice,
and always they laugh like when they were boys
The show could so easily go this way. I wish. *g*
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Date: 2007-08-20 05:16 am (UTC)Thank you! This was the first poem I'd written in a long time... *sigh* I miss poetry.