the ultimate truth - SN drabble - PG
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tigriswolfTitle: the ultimate truth
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for 4.17; AU, I’m thinking
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 220
Point of view: third
Notes: um, yeah.
That guy at the end? I’m not convinced he was an angel. At all.
She’s waiting at a crossroad’s, foot tapping impatiently. “Took you long enough,” she hisses and he smirks.
“Don’t forget, missy, you called me.” His voice is mild but she flinches all the same. His smirk widens.
“It’s done?” she asks, eyes flicking to him and away. Now that he’s here, her courage is failing. Good. Her kind have always walked too proudly.
It’s why they Fell, after all.
“Whether it did any good or not, I don’t know,” he says. “But yes, it’s done.”
She nods and straightens. “Good. Thanks.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, reaching out to touch her meatsuit’s arm. “Payment, little girl.”
She swallows. “Okay.” She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens them to breathe one word.
He sighs. “Glorious,” he whispers, shivering in delight. “Endgames are such fun when you know the shortcuts.”
She watches with wary eyes and finally gets up the courage to ask, “What will you do now?”
“Now?” He cackles, still turning the secret over in his mind. “I’m gonna go see my little brother and compare Winchester stories.” He pats her cheek. “Good luck with those boys, dearie.”
He leaves her in the dark and whistles as he tracks the kid down. No wonder he always raved about the Winchesters. Fun with them could last years.
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Date: 2009-03-27 07:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-28 03:32 am (UTC)