the grave has but delayed them - SN ficlet - PG13

[tigriswolf]

 

 

Title: the grave has but delayed them
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Olga Levertoff
Warnings: future!fic AU
Pairings: fraternal wincest
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 333
Point of view: third

 

It ends in the middle of nowhere, when Dean brings a gun to a superpower fight. Demons in their true, Hell forms are battling angels, flaming swords and broad wings, and all the psychic kids have answered the call in their blood, going against normal psychics, if that’s not an oxymoron.

 

And Dean just stands in the middle, face-to-face with Sam, Hell’s chosen general and his baby brother. Lucifer’s vessel. The End in human-skin.

 

Sammy.

 

“Do you forgive me, Dean?” Sam purrs, hands by his side and weaponless, as much as he can be. “I bet you do. Always ready to turn the other cheek for little brother, right?”

 

Dean’s got a useless gun and two lifetimes of failure, and that’s not even counting all his years in Hell. 

 

“I do,” he answers. 

 

Sam smiles, liquid and slow, and raises a hand to touch his fingers to Dean’s lips. “Heaven’s not gonna win, Dean. Whose side are you on?”

 

Dean flicks his gaze past Sam, to the roaring demons and smiting angels, to the newest wave of kids, all the ones who escaped Azazel’s demented game. He looks at the final battle of the greatest war since the first, and then he looks back at Sam. At Sammy. 

 

“The side I’ve always been on,” he says, tongue darting out to taste Sam’s skin. He doesn’t taste evil, not like the sulfuric air of Hell, smoke and blood and death, fear and pain and salty tears, and the chalky feel of bone. “Your side.”

 

Eyes flaring sunbright, Sam’s smile widens. Dean is engulfed in heat that cocoons him gently before lashing out at the battle. Everything screams, Dean can hear it—and then there is only silence. When the blinding heat recedes back into Sam’s eyes, when the golden darkens into the familiar green, only Sam and Dean still stand. There isn’t even dust left of all the combatants.

 

“Okay then,” Sam says. 

 

Dean lets the gun fall from his grip and follows Sam.

Comments

[melanth0.livejournal.com]

augh I love it. So much. Blind devotion is absolutely my favorite evilboys dynamic.
That moment when Sam touched Dean's lips sent shivers down my spine.

[tigriswolf]

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