SN canon drabbles: 3.9-3.12

[tigriswolf]

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And I will fight his fight

 

            “Sam, something’s wrong,” he tells you. “There’s a bunch’a knives inside me.” He’s doubling over, coughing and gasping, and you tear the room apart looking for the curse. He falls off the bed, blood sprinkling out of his mouth, and you stop. Just stop. Look at him for a moment, everything narrowing to your brother, dying huddled on the floor.

            No. This won’t happen. If you have to kill every single person in this fucking town, this will not be how and where Dean dies.

            You take off, grabbing the Colt on your way out. He calls after you, but you harden your heart.

            He’d stop you, if he could. He’s better than you, stronger and kinder. But he’s gasping on the floor, so it’s up to you now.

            It’s up to you, and this will not be how Dean dies.

I am a watercolor

 
You can’t escape me, Dean! And this… this is what you’ll become! 

Denial is fierce in your gut and you want to scream back at this figment of your imagination, but words won’t come. You can only stare at its eyes—your eyes—black and empty, and can’t say anything.

You can’t escape me, Dean!

You will, you have to… this shard of your greatest fear will not be your fate.

 

            

lonely and full of echoes

 

            He’s being entirely too brusque with the man, but he really couldn’t give less of a flying fuck. Dean keeps shooting him concerned glances from the corner of his eye, but Sam can’t say I watched you die because of this bastard’s damned jumpy trigger-finger. I keep watching you die, over and over, and there’s nothing I can do. I can’t stop it and I can’t change it, and if you can say anything to make that better, please, for the love of God, do.

            This guy killed Dean the first time, even if no one else knows it happened. So Sam won’t go easy on him at all. 

The world remembers the date

 

            This is his moment. He has them and they are not escaping this time, chained hand and foot, patted down for picks or paperclips, locked in a cell by a key not going anywhere near them—the Winchesters, finally brought to justice, after a long and merry chase.

            He can’t help but taunt them. They made his life Hell, made him look a fool with their stunt in Arkansas. But now he has them, the arrogant pricks.

            He brings up their dad, all the speculation spouted off by department shrinks, about what can turn a man into a monster.

            And then he says the clincher—they’ll never see each other again.

            Dean’s body tightens and Sam sits up. They glance at each other, then him; they look dangerous—tigers caged, but not declawed, licking their fangs.

            This is his moment—he’s the one who caged them.

 

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Comments

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Another great set of drabbles. :) I especially like how the second-person POV works in that first drabble. It makes Sam's angst wonderfully immediate and personal.

And I will fight his fight

Nicely done. I really like how you captured Sam’s state of mind in this moment, especially here:

No. This won’t happen. If you have to kill every single person in this fucking town, this will not be how and where Dean dies.

Awesome determination.

I am a watercolor

You can’t escape me, Dean!

You will, you have to… this shard of your greatest fear will not be your fate.

Oh, Dean. So scared and so very, very doomed.

lonely and full of echoes

I can’t stop it and I can’t change it, and if you can say anything to make that better, please, for the love of God, do.

Poor, desperate Sam. He went through so much angst in this ep.

The world remembers the date

Good job capturing Victor’s satisfaction in this moment, the way he’s enjoying his victory and not above rubbing it in.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[layne67.livejournal.com]

And then he says the clincher—they’ll never see each other again

I love that moment when Henricksen said that. Dean lost his smirk and his walls just sort of came down, and for a minute there you could see the real him, all vulnerable and open. Oh Henricksen did his homework alright!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!