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tigriswolf) wrote2006-11-02 10:06 am
December - SN fic - PG13
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: AU for pilot
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 540
Point of view: third
The phone rings. He doesn’t answer.
Later, he’ll regret that. He’ll regret that a whole lot.
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After he drags himself out of bed, brushes his teeth, showers off the worst of the goo and washes his hair, throws on some dirty clothes, packs his bags, and laces up his boots, he checks his phone.
A dozen missed calls. Half a dozen messages. All the same number, all the same voice.
He doesn’t listen or call back.
Later, he’ll regret that, too.
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He’s in the middle of a hunt, the most important of his life. He’s been chasing this thing for twenty-plus years, and it’s all he cares about. He wants to end it, so he can finally rest. Rest and sleep a deep, comforting sleep, for the first time in over two decades.
It isn’t that much to ask.
But it’s still too much.
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The phone rings. It’s shrill and loud and chases away the dream-memory of her golden hair and her laughing hazel eyes and her soft hands.
The phone rings, shaking and shrieking on the floor where he dropped it before falling into bed, and he tries to ignore it.
Later, he’ll hate himself for that.
Later, he’ll hate himself for a lot of things.
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It’s three days before he checks the phone again. Over a hundred missed calls, thirty-something messages.
Desperation hangs in the air, almost thick enough to taste.
He’s in the middle of a hunt and he doesn’t have the time.
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It’s December before he finally calls Sammy back.
It’s December and the demon has gone back to ground. He searches and hunts, but there’s nothing.
It’s December and he calls Sammy without listening to any of the messages he deleted.
It’s December and he’s in Maine, and outside it’s snowing.
It’s December and it’s too late and Sam’s voice is hard through the phone. Cold. Angry and accusing.
It’s December and he’s answered the phone a month too late.
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“What happened?” he whispers.
“Now you wanna know?” Sam scoffs.
“Please, Sammy.” It’s the closest he’s ever come to begging.
“It was just like Mom,” Sam says, voice low. Dangerous. Old. “It was just like Mom, and I carried myself out this time because he told me to.”
“Sammy,” he tries, but Sam cuts him off.
“I thought, because you were our father, that you should know. Deserved, needed to know.” Sam laughs, a desperate, heartbreaking sound, and John recoils from it.
“You don’t deserve anything, you bastard,” his only son snarls. “Dean’s dead because you left him without word and he came to me. I’ve had a month and I’ve finally pieced it all together.”
He closes his eyes, hand tightening on the phone. “Sammy…”
“Goodbye, John,” Sam says.
And there is only silence.
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All he has left is the hunt. But his prey has vanished.
His quest is pointless, now. No matter what he does or where it ends, a reason will never be found.
The demon killed his wife. Killed his son. And now has returned to where it came from.
Sam is right to blame him, he knows. Sam is right about everything.
He dials his son, his only remaining child, but Sam never answers.
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Thank you for reading!
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But thank you for reading this one!
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I torture the characters I love.
Thank you for such a compliment!
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Dean's dead and Sam's sad and John's sad and ...
*whimpers*
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Do I get a cookie?
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I've never seen Devour. Just seen a few clips and looked at pics. I hear varying reactions to it.
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It's awesome in a bad sort of way, but JAck kicks ass.
And, I feel silly asking this, but how do you make the italics work in comments? *hangs head*
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Regarding italics ... I use HTML code, and type this:
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Here’s a link to the FAQ section (http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=72&q=italics)
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