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tigriswolfTitle: as the music dies
Chapter: interlude
Chapter: interlude
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 265
Point of view: third
Sometimes he dreams of flying, strong and sure wings beating down, launching him into the sky. He dreams of the stars and the sun and the moon, the wind caressing him like a lover, power seeping through his skin to his blood. He dreams of a pure, shining light enveloping him, of a low feminine voice whispering secrets.
He feels so strong. So right, twirling in the sky. Waking from those dreams hurts, because they’re not his.
The dreams belong to Dean, and Sam feels like a thief every time he has one. The dreams are Dean’s, his teacher and his freedom, his sanctuary. Sam has no place there. Sam is of the earth, of darkness and dirt. Dean is the sky.
Waking from those dreams hurts, because Dean would share it, if he could. He would trade his destiny for Sam’s, if he could.
He would give Sam his wings, take Sam’s throne, spend the rest of eternity Below. If he could. If there were any way at all, he would do it and never speak of regret.
In the dreams, Sam is welcomed into the sky. He belongs there. He is safe there. When he wakes, he is bound to the land, to Hell, to the throne and the crown.
There is no pure, shining light for him. Only darkness and flame, only caverns and gloom.
The dreams are his freedom, even though they are not meant for him.
Until the dream Dean appears in, wings arched overhead, little-boy grin curving his lips. He holds out a hand.
“C’mon, Sammy,” he says. “Let’s fly.”
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Date: 2008-05-16 12:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-16 03:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-16 01:00 am (UTC)“C’mon, Sammy,” he says. “Let’s fly.”
Lovely image. :)
Good to see a continuation of this series, and I really like how you captured Sam's longing.
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Date: 2008-05-16 01:19 pm (UTC)I am working on the third part, but this little drabble jumped out at me.
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Date: 2008-05-16 03:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-05-06 02:24 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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