tigriswolf (
tigriswolf) wrote2007-07-30 03:35 pm
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Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer - SN fic - PG
Title: Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for The Big Stanford Fight
Pairings: mentions of John/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Dedication:
iamstealthyone
Prompt: Acrid
Mary would kick his ass.
John stares at the wall behind the bar, hand loose around his glass. The smell of smoke pervades his space—fire roars in his memory.
Sam’s gone, part of Dean with him. Dean’s waiting back at the room, though, waiting for John to crawl in at the buttcrack of dawn, drunk and rambling, burning with anger.
Sam’s gone, a thousand miles away, out of John’s protective reach. Wants normal and safe, like either of those things exists. Like he couldn’t die in a car crash or robbery, like demons and ghosts are the only dangers out there. Like the dark will turn away from him, since he’s turned away from it.
John drains his glass and gestures to the ’keep for another. Drains that one and slams the glass down.
Sam’s gone and Dean’s shattered, and John’s fucked up so well Humpty’s good and broke. Sam left, because he’s got the Winchester stubborn streak, and nothing will bring him back. Nothing.
John wants Mary alive again, wants her in his arms, wants her scent and her touch, her voice and her smile. Wants her, because she could fix this situation. She could bring Sam home, she could make Dean smile again.
But John’s chased Sam to California, and Dean’s beating himself up in the lonely motel room, and John’s sitting at a bar, drowning his sorrows, but the bastards never die.

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Very nicely done. John’s pain makes me hurt. His wife long gone, Sam recently taken off, Dean shattered, and John not doing so well himself.
*hugs him*
Favorite lines:
Sam’s gone, a thousand miles away, out of John’s protective reach. Wants normal and safe, like either of those things exists. Like he couldn’t die in a car crash or robbery, like demons and ghosts are the only dangers out there. Like the dark will turn away from him, since he’s turned away from it.
I really like this part, for pointing out the normal things that could befall Sam, and for that last line, especially. No matter how much Sam wants normal, it’s doubtful he’ll ever find it, and John’s realistic enough to know that even if Sam can’t admit it to himself just yet.
But John’s chased Sam to California, and Dean’s beating himself up in the lonely motel room, and John’s sitting at a bar, drowning his sorrows, but the bastards never die.
Oh, John.
Thanks again for the lovely ficlet! *hugs you*
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Simply beautiful. Devastating, but beautiful, especially in so few words.
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<3
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The fact that Mary could bring Sam home, make Dean smile. So achey.
I don't know if i should feel bad for John, or help Mary in the ass kicking.
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*Lets out the breath I had been holding...*
*hugs you*
*Basks in this wonderful ficlet*
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