Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

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.

Comments

[tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com]

man, sometimes i just want to smack john, but he does a good enough job beating himself up that i don't have to. i like that part of the problem is that sam's gone where john can't protect him and where he may not be able to protect himself, because john thinks that sam thinks he doesn't have to - Like the dark will turn away from him, since he’s turned away from it. this has a really good rhythm, and it's despairing and angry and hopeless and i like it.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!