tigriswolf | falls the shadow - SN ficlet

Title: falls the shadow
Disclaimer: title and cut-text from TS Eliot
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 870
Point of view: third
Dedication:

katriel1987 for her birthday

Bobby raised his glass to a toast for Winchester boys the day the seas boiled to salt. He sat in his backyard, lit a cigar, and sipped a glass of whiskey. Clancy and Holden were curled up together at his feet, two ferocious dogs acting like scared pups. They knew what was coming just as well as he did.

It was the rest of the world that would be caught off-guard.

o0o

Missouri sat in her den, a mug of cocoa warming her freezing hands. Isis, Set, and Duke Michael the Fourth took up sentry posts spread over the room: Isis beside her, Set on the windowsill and Mikey climbed to the top of the bookshelf.

It’d make no difference. From the moment she saw those boys, saw their minds and their secrets, their pasts and their futures, saw the marks on their souls, she knew. She sipped her cocoa, mind going back nearly five years, and wondered if she could have done anything different, could have led those boys to a different outcome.

No, she decided, one hand stroking down Isis’ caramel-cream back. She couldn’t have changed a thing.

No one could.

o0o

Monica cradled Rosie close, huddled in the basement, Rajah at her feet. Upstairs, the wind was screaming, tearing at her house. The wolfhound whimpered as the ground shook beneath them.

“It’ll be alright,” Monica said to them both.

Rosie buried her head in Monica’s neck, arms tight around her neck. “No, it won’t,” she whispered, sounding far older than five.

o0o

Ellen and Jo and Kat clung to each other inside the circle of salt. Ellen had a shotgun, Jo a consecrated iron knife, and Kat a book of spells that were known to work on anything lesser than a white-eyed demon.

All three of them knew it wasn’t enough. But they were determined to go out fighting, one last defiance against the hordes of Hell.

o0o

Ben dreamt in fire and blood. He woke to Mom screaming in her sleep, begging for mercy, for life. He closed his eyes, considered praying, and instead got up to clean the guns. They were running low on salt and fresh water, so he decided to check the rest of the supplies. They could make a run when Mom got up.

He hummed Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” as he stripped down his favorite Colt, one Mom said his father had left, just days before he died. Ben wasn’t sure he believed her, but it was a nice thought.

Something shrieked outside the safe-room. Ben put his Colt back together and grabbed another.

o0o

Diana poured herself a glass of tea, flipping through the Key of Solomon. “Found a new spell we ought to try,” she said as Kathleen came in, pulling her rob on. “It’s a long shot, but everything is these days.”

Kathleen sat across from her, accepting a glass of iced tea with a nod of thanks. “Do you think it’ll work?” she asked. “Anything we do—can we make it out?”

Looking up, Diana met the younger woman’s eyes and read the beginnings of despair. “All I know is,” she said, “that I should have been dead years ago, and two men saved me for no other reason than that’s it what they do. And I don’t plan on dyin’ now.”

Peering down into her drink, Kathleen said nothing. Outside, another tree fell.

o0o

“Lenore!” Eli yelled. “Duck!”

She dipped down, just beneath the hellhound’s pounce, and spun, ripping out its throat. “Where are they comin’ from?” she demanded.

Eli’s gun roared and Lenore swiped another ‘hound with her machete. “We have to get to the cellar and the pack,” he called to her. “We can outlast whatever comes down there.”

Above their heads, thunder rumbled and lightning split the sky. The ‘hounds whimpered and backed away, then turned tail and ran.

Lenore stared after them until Eli grabbed her hand and pulled her downstairs.

o0o

Rebecca handed her favorite shotgun to Jamie and nodded for her to cover Zach when he checked the outside wards. “I’ll head upstairs and check the windows,” she said, taking her second-favorite gun with her. “Keep an eye out for sudden movement.”

“I know,” Jamie replied. “Anything that moves, take it down.”

Michael came in behind Rebecca, Asher on his heels. “What can we do?” the boy asked, eyes hooded.

“Make sure we have enough supplies to last the week,” Jamie told him. Rebecca headed up the stairs and Jamie turned to watch out the slightly-cracked window.

“Okay,” Michael said, and went back the way he’d come, Asher following.

Outside, something screamed and Zach hurried into the house while Jamie took the shot.

o0o

Lilith sat on her throne, watching as Hell burned. She closed her eyes, calling back all her forces, hoping to delay the inevitable just a little longer.

She felt the first ‘hound fall, and then her brother’s power exploded out and Lilith shrieked in pain.
It was lost in the roar of her brother’s despair rolling across all the realms.

o0o

Dean died, blown into oblivion by his final choice to save Sam above all else. And Sam knelt in bloodstained dirt, his voice no more than a murmur when he said, Let the world burn.

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OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OHMYGOD. This killed me a little inside, baby. Beautifully done. That last line... god, it just destroyed me. An incredible piece.

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