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tigriswolfTitle: and that's strike three
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU during season 3
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 265
Point of view: second
"You really want to stop touching him," Dean says quietly. His eyes flick from yours to the monster in your grip.
“Dean,” you say. “You know it’s better this way. You can’t do what needs to be done, so I will. Simple as that.”
“No,” he disagrees. “It’s really not.”
The monster whimpers, flinching back from your consecrated dagger. “You see that?” you ask him. “Even he knows what he is.”
Dean’s expression hardens even more and he steps forward. You back up, and the monster cries out as your dagger breaks its skin.
“Dean,” the monster calls.
“Let him go, Gordon,” Dean commands, and there’s more than just anger in his tone. Now he’s pleading. “He’s not… you’ve got it all wrong.”
“No,” you say. “You love him, Dean. I get it, I do. I loved my sister. But when she turned—he will turn, Dean. It’s in his blood. And then we’re all gonna burn.”
Dean closes his eyes and lets the hand holding the gun fall to his side. “It’s in his blood,” he echoes softly.
The monster thrashes weakly in your grip; the drugs must be wearing off. You need to kill him before they’re fully gone, but you don’t want to destroy Dean. He’d be such a great ally, and he’s a marvelous piece of work. Winchester did good when he trained Dean.
“Dean,” you say again. “Dean, don’t you see—“
And Dean’s arm arrows up, pulling the trigger as the back of Sam’s head slams into your face.
You don’t see or hear or feel anything after that.
Title: visions are seldom what they seem
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty.
Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5; AU (I assume)
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
The amulet was cold cradled in his palm, colder than it should have been considering it’d spent the better part of twenty years against Dean’s skin.
He flew with the amulet on its cord around his neck, from one edge of the cosmos to the other, and it never burned. He searched and he prayed, and Father never revealed Himself.
So he returned to Dean Winchester and he handed back the amulet and he did not notice when it shone a brighter gold than it’d been in his presence alone.
(No one recognizes the divine when it stands before them.)
Title: the dearest remembrance will still be the last
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Lord Byron
Warnings: spoilers for 4.12
Pairings: one-sided Jay/Charlie
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 290
Point of view: third
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Hey, kid, wanna see a trick?
Jay was twelve when they met, Charlie a worldly fifteen. Jay was cheating at cards in the backroom of a bar he shouldn’t have set foot in, but the proprietor was one of Pop’s friends.
He was playing with three dock workers, men who didn’t have much and didn’t like being fleeced by a kid, so when George Markos realized Jay was cheating, he picked Jay up by his collar and would have kicked the snot out of him.
But Charlie stepped in, smooth-talked George down, and bought a round for all three men, then ushered Jay out.
“Kid,” he said, “you really gotta be better before you try that con again.”
Jay was twenty-five when they met, Vernon pulling a dove out of mid-air. Charlie was scoping out hotels, Jay walking around the boardwalk. Vernon was telling people to pick a card, any card, and Jay watched his sleight of hand: good, but not as good as Charlie. No one was as good as Charlie.
Jay invited Vernon to supper and Vernon said yes.
They were closer than friends; the three of them became family. Jay always wondered what would happen if he leaned down and tasted Charlie’s lips, but he never quite found the courage, and then they were old. They were so old. They were the walking dead; pretty soon, the Reaper would come with his scythe and Jay would be out of chances.
He was so tired of being weak, being a laughingstock, being too afraid to see what Charlie’s lips tasted like.
When he didn’t die, he vowed to kiss Charlie. When he survived the next night, he made the same vow.
He never did kiss Charlie.
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Date: 2010-01-02 11:05 am (UTC)O.o
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