drabbles: SN, BtVS, F4

[tigriswolf]

For the record, I'm working on longer fics!  Many of them.  They just take bleedin' forever.



Title: survivor

Fandom: “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for season five

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 100

Point of view: third

 

            None of them have ever thought about it, he knows, but he should be very, very dead—a hammer that knocked around a god did no more than give him a few sore bones.

            None of them ever asked him about it, ever gave him a second glance. Ever pondered for a moment what it might mean.

            It wasn’t the first time Death passed him by, looked the other way. Wasn’t the first time he wished Death weren’t so blind, either.

            But he keeps living, keeps surviving. Keeps getting back to his feet. And he is tired.

            So very tired.

 

 

           

 

Title: favors owed

Chapter: II

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for everything aired; AU before “Bad Day at Black Rock”

Parings: technically, none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 540

Point of view: third

 

Chapter I

 

Dean waits for Sam to cry himself out and helps him to bed, tucks the blanket around him. Sam’s exhausted and sleeps deep; Dean’s still reeling, though, and knows it’ll be awhile yet for him.

If he understands Sam’s broken explanation correctly… no. Can’t be. So the only thing to do is test it, prove Sam wrong.

Dean goes into the bathroom, grabbing his knife on the way. He stares in the mirror for a long moment, gathering courage: of everything he’s done in his life, he’s never purposefully hurt himself. But he needs to know.

            The blade is cold against his fingertip; he flexes, biting the sharp metal down—and nothing. No pain, no cut, no blood. Nothing at all. So he moves the blade to his left forearm and saws down. But the skin never breaks, never divides beneath edge.

            Dean stares at his traitorous skin, dumbfounded. What doesn’t bleed doesn’t die, Sam’d told him, tears and laughter in his voice. We’ll live forever.

            It’s wrong. It’s so wrong. He wants to scream and rave, to demand the demon take it back. But—

            And there it is. Now, Dean can make sure Sammy stays safe. He can stay with Sam. Forever.

            He walks back into the bedroom, knife in hand, and stares at his little brother. There’s still a destiny, something neither of them can really comprehend.

            Sam can’t be hurt, either. He knows that. But still—

            He’s spent the better part of twenty-nine years taking care of Sammy. And now… well, now, everything has changed.

            He went from having a year to having forever, and now he’s just lost.
            “Damnit, Sammy,” he whispers, dropping onto his bed. “What’ve you done?” It’s a new world—everything’s changed. Sam made a deal, somehow bargaining for eternity.

            Dean can watch out for Sammy forever now. And they can’t be hurt. Won’t bleed. Won’t age. Won’t die.           

            Forever. Seems like a damned long time.

            He slides the knife beneath his pillow, craving contact to ground him. So he slips into bed beside Sam, listening to him breathe.

            What doesn’t bleed doesn’t die. Dean closes his eyes, his mantra from almost a year ago echoing in his head: What’s dead should stay dead.

            Yeah, he tells himself. Maybe so. But not if it’s Sammy.

            And now, it’ll never be Sam. Never be Sam so cold and stiff, blue and gray, so still. Never ever again.

            Sam shifts and Dean moves closer. They have forever. Invincible and immortal, eternally young—something Dean can’t remember ever thinking before, even as a teen. He always knew better. He always knew he’d die, that Dad would die—that—that Sam would die. But he never thought he’d be the only Winchester left, and then he was. He was.

            Now, though, he’ll never have to worry about that again.

            Sam didn’t tell him everything, Dean knows. But he has forever to get the rest.

            Forever. “Aw, Sammy,” he whispers. “You foolish, stupid kid.” But he can’t really blame Sam, not after what he himself did.

            Dean stares at the ceiling, waiting for sleep. Sam lies beside him, slumbering deeply—when Dean finally dreams, it’s of a crimson river and Mama crying because her babies will never come home.

 

 

Title: fire rains

Fandom: Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: AU for the movie

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 160

Point of view: third

 

 

He feels the scorching cold starting from the silver hand, down his neck, through his chest and abdomen, into his arms, into his legs—so cold, so cold, too cold…

 

Up they rise, and he should be dying, should be dying, should be dying—is it, he, the silver being shielding him, keeping him alive?

 

So cold, where’s the warmth, why is it so cold?

 

But his mouth still moves, the flippant words still come out: “Fine, you win.” 

 

So cold, too cold, and the Earth is so far away—is that where the warmth is?

 

And it lets go…

 

So cold… too cold… no more fire, no more heat, just numb—everything’s numb, cold… no more fire, he begs for fire, for heat—

 

And it burns, it’s so hot, but it’s not his heat, the Earth coming closer, not his fire, it’s something else…

 

It’s too warm, too hot, burning and scalding, but it’s infinitely better than the cold—

 

 

Title: sisters

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for “The Kids Are Alright”; probably AU

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 320

Point of view: third

Notes: dialogue fic! Yay! It’s been so long since I did one of those.

 

            You know, don’t you, that Father would be pissed.

            Of course. What of it?

            You don’t care?

            No. Even when he was around, I never bothered to follow his plans. Boring. And, if I recall correctly, little sister, there at the end you deviated, too.

            I just wanted to mess with Dean Winchester, that bastard.

            Fun, wasn’t it? More fun than waiting’d ever been.

            Oh, Father was so angry—

            But he’s gone now. Completely, forever. And someone needs to fill the void.

            So you…

            Have the ear of the heir, the one who will reign. I can make him mine. All I have to do is give him what he wants. And for that, I need you.

            What would I need to do?

            Kill a dealmaker.

            A dealmaker? Are you insane?

            I have faith in you. You always were Father’s favorite. I’ve another mess to clean up, but Dean cannot die. You need to destroy the dealmaker without voiding the deal. I know you can.

            You want me to help the human that twice tortured me.

            We’ll be rewarded when Sam ascends. Trust me. We alone of all demons will be his favored.

            How can you be sure?

            Because there’s only one thing he wants. And it’s not power or wealth or fame—it’s not even happiness. He just wants his brother to be with him forever.

            Why come to me?

            Because of who you were, before Dean killed Father. You were his special girl, little sister. He taught you things no one else knows. And I need those tricks, now.

            I can’t…

            Take your time, thinking about it. It’s a lot to ask, I know.

            … which dealmaker?

            Wise choice. We, alone, will remain, with all the world spread wide before us. Welcome, sister. It’s a new dawn.

            You’re sure he won’t go after us?

            Oh, yes. We give Sam his brother and he’s ours. 

 

 

Title: the one who got away

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for “The Kids Are Alright”

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 120

Point of view: third

 

            It came for Lisa when her son was sixth months old, stared down at the baby as he slept in his crib, waited for her to check in, like the mothers always did.

            The babe was healthy, full of fire and life, with that same spark all Winchesters had.

            You would make a good hunter, it thought, staring down the boy. Like your father and grandfather. 

            It shifted, eyes golden-yellow, and considered. The father didn’t know, or he would have been here, somehow contacted Lisa. Even just a phone-call, every now and again.

            It came for Lisa, and left without taking her. There was no point, if Dean wouldn’t feel pain.

            After all, it still had time.

            Plenty of time.

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