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tigriswolfTitle: it’s all gone sour
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Jesus Christ, Superstar
Warnings: future!fic; AU
Pairings: Chuck/Becky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 435
Point of view: third
Prompt: bendy
After everything is done, Chuck goes to Indiana and waits by the shell of a house. It’s not long before a kid shows up.
“Hey, Ben,” Chuck says, standing. “I have a message for you.”
Ben stays out of reach, one hand inside his jacket. Chuck knows he’s got a knife clenched in trembling fingers. Chuck also knows he’s used that knife and vomited after, that he whispered to his mom forgive me for fighting.
“Who’re you?” Ben asks, eyes darting around for any threat.
“I knew your dad,” Chuck tells him, keeping still as possible. “He was a good man. He wants you to know that if you ever call on him for help, he will.”
Ben scoffs. “Yeah, right. Where was he when Mom died, huh? When those-those things tore her apart?” He seems really close to crying and Chuck hopes he won’t. He doesn’t know what to do when people cry.
“He wished he could have been,” Chuck says. “He had to look at the bigger picture, though. He loved her.”
Shaking his head, Ben backs away. “What the fuck ever, dude. I’m going now. Don’t follow me, and don’t be here when I get back.”
Chuck watches him leave, knowing exactly where the kid’s headed. He’s got a base, what used to be a cellar. He’s got a stockpile of food, water, and weapons. He’s got a little group, half a dozen orphans. Ben’s their leader and they’ve survived so long only because of him.
“Ben!” Chuck calls. After Ben pauses, Chuck says, “Your father is Dean Winchester. If you’re ever trouble, just yell for him or Sam.”
Chuck’s not surprised when Ben takes off at that, vanishing into the rubble.
“Well now,” Crowley muses, stepping out of thin air. Chuck’s really tired of people doing that. “You know that boy will never call on the Winchesters.”
“Take me home,” Chuck demands wearily.
“And what would answer if he did…” Crowley continues, shuddering theatrically. “Chuck, it’s downright demonic, what you just did.”
“Please,” Chuck says. “Our deal.”
“Yes, yes.” Crowley touches Chuck’s forehead, sending him to Becky.
Chuck knows that Dean would kill him, if he ever had an inkling of Chuck’s actions. But Dean said yes, and Lucifer’s silver tongue got Sam, and Ben is a loose end that someone besides Crowley will remember soon.
So Chuck traded the boy for his safety, and Becky’s. And whatever Crowley does with Ben, it’s not his concern. He’s gotta think about himself now. Him and Becky.
She greets him with a kiss. He holds her tight, trying to forget Dean’s son.
Title: Others come and others go, but you always come back
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Pink
Warnings: future!fic; spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 350
Point of view: third
He follows the North Star. He can’t remember what he’s looking for, only knows it’s gotta be underneath the North Star.
He doesn’t see any people. Well, any alive people. He sees lots of dead ones. Scavengers make short work of most of the bodies, but some they don’t touch. He’s not sure of the reason and doesn’t investigate why. He just keeps his distance, following the North Star, the only light left in the night sky.
If I should die before I wake, he thinks sometimes, I pray Dean my soul to take.
He has no idea who Dean is. Maybe Dean’s waiting at the North Star. Maybe Dean knows who he is, why the world’s like this. He’s really pretty sure it wasn’t always.
If I should die before I wake, he screams sometimes, I pray Dean my soul to take!
Whatever a soul is. Maybe it’s like a star, like the sun that glares down, revealing all the desolation. Maybe like his beacon, his guide, leading him to Dean.
One morning, when he’s close enough to see the Atlantic—Atlantic, Atlantis, sank beneath the waves, how do I know you?—a man steps out of the air.
“Well, hello pretty,” the man murmurs, looking him over. “And who might you be?”
The ocean before him, a dead landscape behind him, a stranger with hungry eyes at his side—he panics. So much he doesn’t know, everything he can’t remember, a North Star he’s followed for such a long time; he begs, Dean, Dean, Dean—
Stars explode and he whimpers, falling to his knees. The man shrieks, curses, vanishes back into the air.
He remembers why he follows the North Star, and he knows who he’ll find when he gets there.
Clever of you, brother, he calls, voice echoing over the empty Earth.
I’m waiting, Lucifer calls back, laughter and promise filling the sky between them.
There is no North Star anymore, just a Star of Morning waiting to end things. And there is no Dean to save his soul, just a vessel full of Michael’s fallen grace.
Title: a marble of blood
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: spoilers for everything aired
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: bridge
There’s a gap in Dean’s memory. By human reckoning on Earth, it’s four months long. By Hell’s count, it’s much longer. Alistair would say forty years, but that’s still a mortal’s number and very lacking. There is no measure for how long Dean spent as Alistair’s plaything turned pupil. Not a timespan comprehendible for a human. If Dean had spent more time with Alistair, though, he would have come to understand.
There is a gap in Dean’s memory, from the hellhounds’ bite to choking on air in a pine box. Four months says the newspaper, Bobby’s disbelief, Sam’s desperate grip.
The memories don’t come back all at once. A flash here, a jolt there, nightmares and daydreams.
The gap is bridged soon enough by Alistair’s smirk, and Dean knows that Hell’s talons will never let him go.
Title: hope for the future
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 75
Point of view: third
Prompt: graduate
“Dude,” Dean grumbles, slapping his hands away. “Quit fussin’.”
Sam ignores him, brushing something off Dean’s shoulder. “Don’t be nervous,” Sam tells him.
“I’m not,” Dean lies. He shifts back, catching Sam’s hands. “Dude, I’m fine. Really.” He smiles up at Sam. “This is for you, Sammy. I’m good.” Dean presses a kiss to Sam’s knuckles and lets him go.
Dean walks away; Sam takes a deep breath and hurries to find a seat.
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