Novelization - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Novelization
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: AU after "Devil's Trap"
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 460
Point of view: third

He sits in front of the keyboard, seeing only memories. His fingers move, creating sentences and paragraphs; he thinks a novel brews inside him, in the maelstrom he’s hidden from the world, but he can’t be sure.

He only knows he wants them to live. And this is the only way they will.

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He never speaks. Not to anyone. Not to the friends who ask or the kids who wonder or the doctors who try to reach inside him.

Words do spill forth, however. In ink and pixels, onto paper both physical and cyber. Words for days, for weeks—he passes the hundred-thousand mark and still there are more.

He used to run out of things to say, of ways to apologize, and he thinks this might make up for it.

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Time enough, he thinks, for this.

The first volume is completed and he stops by her grave. He hasn’t made a sound in over a decade, but to her grave he says, “I’m sorry.” He doesn’t say I love you but he knows she heard it all the same.

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Another decade of silence and two more volumes. He considers publishing and finally does, under an assumed name.

It is only right they live again, in the hearts of those who love to read.

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Three more volumes: six novels of their adventures, of the twenty-three year hunt that consumed them. He then was hounded about a movie deal, but his editor took over.

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Two decades without talking and an epilogue was turned out. Then a prequel, all about the lives lived before that November night.

He became the richest man in the world.

He wasn’t happy, though. He can honestly say he hasn’t been happy for quite a long time, and that he never will be again.

Happiness is beyond him. Happiness went home with them.

Once he’s sure he’s all tapped out, he’ll join them.

And then he’ll be happy again.

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The movie duology broke box office records around the world. The books were eating up the competition.

He sat in his little apartment, staring at the screen, and knew his well had finally run dry.

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He spoke for the second time since they died.

“See you soon, darling.”

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The gunshot was loud, he knows, but he never heard it. 

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All his papers were brought to the editor, who locked them away. The books kept on selling and people kept watching the movies, and all his money was given to charities. 

“Such an interesting man,” the editor says, flipping through the first novel. “How’d he come up with all this?”

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They buried him beside her, the only two Winchesters of Lawrence, Kansas, to have graves.

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