SN and AtS drabbles

[tigriswolf]

Title: Flame
Chapter: I. Crush
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: Dean, Sam, and John aren’t mine; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for pilot
Pairings: OFC/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Notes: part of my Dean canon

He’s fourteen. She’s not—eighteen, he thinks. Brunette, humongous blue eyes, curvy and pale—a walking wet dream.

He’s got a crush on her but never approaches, not quite comfortable in his body yet. He’s been told he’s good-looking, but his confidence wanes day to day.

Her name is Caroline. She’s a senior, perfect grades, perfect attendance. Out of his league; beyond his reach.

He watches for weeks: before school, during lunch, between classes, while waiting for Sammy. Studies the curve of her neck, the tone of her laughter, the way her eyes gleam when she talks with Mark Stone, her boyfriend. Watches covertly, learns her likes and dislikes, follows her the way Sammy still follows him.

He doesn’t draw attention to himself, never tries to catch her eye. He hangs out by himself, doesn’t try making friends. They’ll only move on soon, anyway, so no use getting attached. Dad’d said it’d be six months at the most, and it’s already been two.

Sammy makes friends with ease, blending in seamlessly anywhere. Dean could, if he wanted—he’s just as good an actor as Sammy, better really. But he’s tired of expending the effort.

So he watches, silently, and waits.

(continued in "Infatuation")

Title: I have come with a light
Fandom: “Angel”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Mindy Smith’s “Come to Jesus.”
Warnings: spoilers for everything
Pairings: shades of Angel/Buffy and Angel/Cordelia. If you look at this in just the right way, also shades of Angel/Lindsey
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 375
Point of view: third

You killed me.

The words echo in his head, won’t leave. For hours, days, months—years—they haven’t left. Out of everyone he’s killed, all the people who could haunt him—why’d it have to be him?

You’re the proof, I suppose, that a man can’t change. Not that you’re a man.

After the fight, after he’d slayed the dragon and only three of them remained, they’d all gone their separate ways. Gone to ground, licked their wounds, mourned. Waited for something, the fallout of such a terrible battle.

And nothing happened. All the bodies had been hidden; the Senior Partners weren’t ready to be revealed, and everything was brushed under the carpet.

It’s all useless, you know. You think you make a difference, and you don’t. How sad.

He can’t escape the memories, no matter how deeply he burrows into fighting. He still can’t give up on the quest, trying to buy his way into Heaven, into humanity.

It’s not so great, being human. Trust me.

He goes about his life, always in the moonlight; he’s back to square one, back to stealing blood from the butcher, back to who he was before the summoning to that hole-in-the-ground.

And the words echo, in that voice, that tone—silk and fire and sex—and he just can’t escape.

You kill everyone you love, don’t you? First her, that Slayer, and then Cordelia. And don’t forget that son of yours, Connor? You didn’t just kill him, you completely erased him. And me. Look what I am now, ‘cause’a you.

He used to be the hero, didn’t he? He can remember—he fought the darkness, he saved people, he did good.

You only ever fought for yourself. But guess what? Heaven isn’t’ something you can buy your way into. If it was, I’d be there, and I’m not.

He clings to the memories of the battles at night, when the scent of blood calls him, trying to seduce him back into the darkness. He clings to his beloved Slayer, to his seer, to those friends he had—and it’s just not—

I’m not in Heaven. And guess what? You won’t be, either.

I’m waiting for you, Angel.

I’m waiting.

And I’ve got eternity to make you pay.

—enough.

Title: forever feels like home
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: all mine. Title from “Through Glass” by Stone Sour.
Warnings: spoilers for “Devil’s Trap” and “In My Time Of Dying”
Pairings: OMC/OFC
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third

His name is John Smith. He’s nineteen and six two, with black hair and green eyes.

And he’s dying, bleeding out into the rain.

-

His girlfriend’s name is Annabelle Farmer. They’ve been dating for two years, five months, twelve days, and sixteen hours. He loves making her smile, loves tickling her till she begs for mercy. He’s been thinking about asking her to marry him—would, if he didn’t know she’d refuse him, citing that they’re too young.

He’s got two brothers and a sister; Kevin’s older by five years, Nate’s younger by four, and Torie is his twin, three minutes younger.

His parents have been married for nigh on half a century, and look to be married for another half.

And he’s dying, as his intestines are shredded and his bones shatter.

-

He’s on his way to Annabelle’s, to study for a major test in their one shared class. They’d have probably studied for about thirty minutes and then made out.

He has lunch planned with Kevin tomorrow, and a movie date with Torie—she wants to watch Fellowship of the Ring, though he’s thinking about a D horror movie called Devour.

And he’s dying, as his lungs collapse.

-

The wheels spin, the car groans, and the tree stands firm.

Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles, and the radio still plays—“Bad Moon Rising.”

He thinks about Dad’s strong grip, Annabelle’s kiss, Mama’s hug, Kevin’s laugh, Nate’s smile, and Torie’s eyes, Torie’s warmth. Annabelle’s love.

And he’s dying, eyes wide open.

Title: Checkmate
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for everything; AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third

Sam dies in his arms and everything’s over.

-

He kneels there, Sammy in his grip, and he clutches the body close. Bobby comes back, says the sum’bitch escaped, and Dean doesn’t move. Bobby tells him they have to go. Dean doesn’t answer.

Sam died in his arms and everything’s over.

-

It’s the end of the world, Bobby says, and Dean stays silent. No words have meaning anymore.

Sam’s dead.

Bobby tells him to get his head in the game, that to give in is to let Hell win.

Sam’s dead and Dean doesn’t care anymore.

Sam died in his arms and everything’s over.

-

Bobby makes plans and calls up hunters, tells everyone that it’s time. Bobby burns Sam’s body and Dean doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, doesn’t eat, barely breathes.

Hunters come and hunters go, and Dean doesn’t react. Bobby gives up on him and leads the charge.

They all die, together and apart, and demons walk unfettered.

Dean sits in Bobby’s cabin and waits.

Sam died in his arms and everything’s over.

-

It comes, as Dean’d known it would. It wears his face and his body, uses his voice as its’ own. It smiles at him and makes his stupid jokes.

Dean stares at it, looking into his green eyes. He still doesn’t speak, doesn’t have the words—words don’t mean anything, anyway.

Sam died. Sam’s dead. This thing desecrates his body.

It holds out Sam’s hand and asks.

Sam died in his arms—

-

And Dean clasps Sam’s hand with a smile, because Sam died in his arms and everything was over—

-

It’s the end of the world, it says with Sam’s voice, and Dean nods.

He doesn’t speak, even now. Nothing to say.

Sam died in his arms and everything’s over.

-

Sam dies in his arms and everything’s over.

 

Title: Styx’s Wind
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for “All Hell Breaks Loose” part 1
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 225
Point of view: third
Notes: the title and the cut text are a reference to Greek mythology.

 

 

He’s cold, so cold. Everything’s dark. He should be doing something, but he can’t remember what—so cold.

What was he doing? Before the coldness and the darkness, he was doing—something. And now… now…

Voice in the distance, panicked and angry. Hands on his back, at the point of origin for the pain spreading throughout him, mingling with the cold and the dark. A voice he knows, a touch he’d recognize in his sleep—

But the name escapes him. It dangles on the tip of his tongue, but he’s freezing too much to suss out what it is, and the hands are warm on his back, arms tight around him, and the voice keeps whispering, begging, murmuring, pleading.

He’s freezing, shivering in his bones, and everything keeps getting darker. He needs to hold on, he knows it, but he’s just so tired.

His body aches, his heart hurts, and he needs to hold on but he can’t. The voice is weaker now, full of tears, and that hurts him, too, but not enough to fight harder.

He needs to speak, to tell the voice to let him go, that he’s too tired to stay, but his own voice is ignoring him. Stolen by the cold.

And he lets go. Turns back once when he hears the voice scream “Sam!” but then he’s gone.

Title: Requiem
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam aren’t mine.
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third

He can hear them chewing, slithering through the dirt. He focuses on Dean breathing, trying to take his mind off their predicament—it’s fainter than it was before.

“Dean?” he calls. “Dean!”

Dean doesn’t answer. Hasn’t in what feels like an hour. Sam moves again, shifts in the communal grave. It’s silent, so silent—except for the chewing.

“Dean!” He puts all of his anger, all of his terror, into the word. If any part of Dean is still there, he’ll have to reply. “Dean, please wake up.”

The worms’ chewing is his only answer. Again, Dean does not respond.

 

Comments

[alias_chick.livejournal.com]

Oh wow!! Those were amazing!!! That first one seriously gave me goosebumps, heartbreaking, and yet you still want Dean to live. That second one, really haunting, the third, really cool perspective!! And that fourth one, totally feel for Sam!! Thanks so much for these!!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[x5vale.livejournal.com]

So sad and beautiful.

Thank you.

[tigriswolf]

Thank _you_ for reading!

[denied-heaven.livejournal.com]

oh god
you drug me in with the angel linds, which was PERFECT, btw
and then crushed me with the spn
*clings to the boys* god they were all gorgeous and haunting and chilling and guh!
*loves them*

[tigriswolf]

*loves 'em, too*

Thank you for reading!

[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

Wow, that last one is f-ing creepy.

[tigriswolf]

Thanks!

[1grl-revolution.livejournal.com]

Wonderful x 100000000000000! :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com]

the last one, eek. and kind of ew, with the worms. checkmate is heartbreaking but utterly believable, and dean with a crush is both really cute and kind of sad (that he doesn't see the point in trying to make friends because they'll be moving soon enough), and i might have snickered at the mention of devour in forever feels like home.... heh.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Just read "Requiem," and eek on those icky, icky worms! Those poor boys. *hugs them*

Good job capturing the fear and tension of the moment in this drabble. Nicely done. :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[lynzibell.livejournal.com]

Read forever feels like home, Checkmate, and Requiem. They are all incredibly angsty! But I guess a good kind of angsty! Thanks for writing them! They really make you think!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

"Requiem" was actually the hardest to write, as I was sitting outside in the sun. *hee* I'm not entirely sure my cousin was happy with the finished product, either.

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

*Shivers*

All of them so good, all of them so angstyhurtyyum!!

But that last one...

*Gulps*

That last one takes the cake...

*hugs*

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

You are so welcome!!

Ooooo!! That icon is LOVE!!

*Smishes*

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

Ohhh... Ohhh myyyyyy...

You always know how to do me in...

*hugs*

I finally read these last two and...

*shakes head*

There are no words...

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!