tigriswolf | SN episode drabbles: 1.1-1.4 (Reply)

a brother’s crumb

He watches Dean drive away, and only wants to call out for a moment, to run after him like the little brother he hasn’t been in years. It was fun, he’s man enough to admit, being on a hunt again, teaming up with Dean. But it’s not his life anymore.

It’s not.

He watches Dean drive away and then walks back to Jessica, the dream he’s so close to attaining.

It was fun, with Dean, but—that’s not him anymore.

It’s not. And it won’t ever be again.

Predator

It hungers, craving flesh, muscle, blood. It hungers so much its whole body trembles for satiation. It wakes from slumber because of hunger’s agonizing force.

There are creatures in its wood, four-footed and fleet. They take flight quickly and it gives chase, catching them in a few moments.

It feasts and craves more.

It hungers, hears more creatures, recognizes the smell. It follows their scent and their noise. They are the easiest prey, these pale things like it once was. They are the tastiest. They are slow and foolish, so fragile. Their skin tears and they shriek—such a pleasant sound.

Voices in the mind

The man gleams in florescent light and Lucas is entranced. The echoing voice—come play with me, I’m so lonely, come play, come play, please come play—quiets in his presence.

The man’s eyes are kind and his voice soft. He speaks to Lucas like a person, not a broken toy, and Lucas wants to tell him. He even opens his mouth, but no words come.

So he draws what he wishes to say and can’t look at the man for fear of disappointment.

But the man comes back and he speaks and Lucas is caught in his voice, the echoing once again silenced. It is peace.

Lucas wants to tell him the truth, what happened to Daddy. But the words are trapped in his throat, and the lake has not released him yet.

reasons not to fly

Hank notices the guy walking up and down the aisle with a bastardized Walkman. It’s been awhile since he saw one of those. He nods in camaraderie because the guy is practically vibrating in terror, and Hank’s been scared of flying since he was seven and got on a plane for the first time.

Everything’s fine and Hank is almost calm forty minutes in—nothing’s gone wrong. It’ll all be fine.

That’s when the plane starts to fall out of the sky.

In his panic, Hank hallucinates a deep voice chanting in Latin. Even though he’s making it up, Hank focuses on the words, trying to calm the fuck down. At least he’ll die with his pride intact. It’s an exorcism: he recognizes it from his summer spent with Dad’s friend, Jim Murphy.

Been a long time since Hank thought of him, of either of them.

The plane rights itself when the Latin stops and Hank watches a tall young man rise to his feet. He follows the man’s gaze to the Walkman guy, and they share a significant look.

Hank doesn’t understand, but he knows enough to realize the whole plane owes the tall guy their lives. He wants to thank them, but they fade into the background once the plane lands.

Anyway, he needs to call Marie. There’s no way he’s ever getting on a plane again, even to get to her grandma’s funeral on time.

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