snapshots of a second chance - SN - PG, gen

[tigriswolf]

Title: snapshots of a second chance

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: spoilers for aired season four

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 400

Point of view: third

 

 

Dean never looks in the mirror anymore because he sees Alistair’s prodigy staring back, eyes pure white.

 

That charm was meant for John, Bobby thinks as Sam returns it to his brother. I wonder… it doesn’t matter now.

 

It gets easier every time, the power soothing as it strikes out, and if it can get him to Lilith and destroy her completely, he doesn’t care about the cost.

 

He plays a good game, little Dean-pet does, but Alistair perfected it long ago and the boy is not his equal yet.

 

Chuck sobs at night, sometimes, unable to look away from his inescapable nightmares-that-are-true, unable to wake up.

 

She knew how she’d die and she still went to help them save the reapers because it was war and her side couldn’t afford to lose.

 

Sam recorded every moment of Dean’s second life in his mind, etched deep, and even when they were fighting or not speaking, he thanked God for this chance to make amends.

 

“It doesn't matter what you tell me,” Dean says.  “He's my brother. I'll die for him. I already have.”

 

Uriel watches with disapproval and disappointment as Castiel slides closer to the edge; he does not warn, merely waits for the moment he can rain down righteous punishment on the mortal that dares tempt his brother.

 

Dean doesn’t sleep for long, anymore, scant cat-naps here and there, and any time his mind plays those memories, he wills himself awake because he’s not in Hell anymore.

 

“Hey,” she says softly, small hands on his shoulder. “You’ve trusted me this far. Just trust me a little further, Sam.” 

 

He stares at the horizon, longing to shed his vessel and take flight; but this must be done, Dean Winchester must be shown the way, and he cannot do that if he is soaring in the sky.

 

Oh, the boy is so very clever, so deft, so precise—Alistair screams for him, so proud of his greatest creation. 

 

“Dude,” Dean says, “let’s take a day off and just drive.” Sam nods.

 

Sam wakes up, sometimes, still expecting to be alone, but when he sees Dean sacked out in the other bed, barely asleep, or sitting on the floor cleaning the guns and sharpening the knives, or flipping through Dad’s journal, or—just being there, he feels a small thrill of hope shoot through him, chasing away the darkness. And that’s enough.

Comments

[lynzibell.livejournal.com]

You seriously kill me every time!!! That last line did me in! I am now typing this from beyond the grave! Thank you for writing this!!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[cuddlyscorpio.livejournal.com]

Wow, man. I want to read all of these fanfic's immediately.
It's actually a great idea, because I have these single lines in my head, and nothing to connect them.
Beautifully written. You rock!

[tigriswolf]

Actually, only one of these does have a ficlet in the works. I took the sentence from it, not the other way around. *hee*

Thank you so much!

[cuddlyscorpio.livejournal.com]

Can't wait!
*hides away grabby hands*

this is lovely

[ndmzero.livejournal.com]

thanks for sharing

Re: this is lovely

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[ficwriter1966.livejournal.com]

These are gorgeously done. I haven't seen this done before - shrinking the drabble concept down into one sentence - but it's a great idea and these are all little gems. Thank you for sharing.

[tigriswolf]

You've never seen a fifty-sentences type fic? Man, you're missing out. They can be awesome.

Thank you for reading!

[smilla02.livejournal.com]

I love sentence-type of fic. And these are gorgeous.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[loving-legolas.livejournal.com]

These are great! Especially the last one & "It doesn't matter what you tell me. . . " they're beautiful. :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[redheadforever.livejournal.com]

You came closer to what PTSD Dean would be, must be experiencing tban virtually anything I've read.

I've been waiting for it since the spoilers for end S3. Show won't give it to us (and good. Ackles's nervous system doesn't need THAT; he doesn't get paid enough to do that full-boogie for a nine-month year of Dean's screen time. Whatever he gets paid.) but fanfic will. Nobody's gone full into it enough, what it means, what's really going on in his head.

Me, I know what full=on classic PTSD is. I wish someone would write it for Dean so he could get some believable closure (hope it happens in S5 without killing him, as I fear Kripke plans Apocalypse Wow on the Brothers W.)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[boogirl13.livejournal.com]

That charm was meant for John, Bobby thinks as Sam returns it to his brother. I wonder… it doesn’t matter now.

Tres interesting.....

Sam wakes up, sometimes, still expecting to be alone, but when he sees Dean sacked out in the other bed, barely asleep, or sitting on the floor cleaning the guns and sharpening the knives, or flipping through Dad’s journal, or—just being there, he feels a small thrill of hope shoot through him, chasing away the darkness. And that’s enough.

You and me both, Sammy.

Dude, have I told you yet how much I love your stuff? Well, I do. Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!