Hesitation - SN fic - PG13
Dec. 10th, 2006 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Hesitation
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Croatoan" and "Bloodlust"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 300ish
Point of view: third
Eyes entreat him—terrified brown in front of him and wounded green locked outside—don’t do this, don’t become a killer, please, he(I) is(am) innocent—
I didn’t hesitate, the dark voice echoes in his memory. And neither would you.
His finger tightens on the trigger; Duane shudders and begs before him. Sam, in the back of his mind, asks him to hold off—they can’t be sure, not yet.
This isn’t a crazed man coming at him with a knife. This isn’t a woman who already proved herself infected by throwing Sam into a cabinet. This is a young man who can’t be older than Sam, clearly terrified to die.
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Sarge is right and he knows it. They all know it. But Dean won’t allow anyone to pull a trigger. He convinces Sarge and Duane and the doc to go, locks himself in with his infected little brother, and speaks.
There is so much to say but he can’t find all the words he needs.
Sammy—I didn’t hesitate. And neither would you.—begs him to leave. Begs him to live. To continue on.
Sammy doesn’t get it. He never has. Dad’s gone, and Mom, Mom he barely remembers. All Dean has left is Sam. So, when Sammy dies, so will Dean.
It’s that simple. That easy. He’s just so tired… the silence will be a relief.
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Only when it’s too late and everything is spilled forth beneath the sun does Dean caress the gun and know he should have pulled the trigger.
I didn’t hesitate, Gordon whispers in his head. But you did. And look now to what has come of it.
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Date: 2006-12-10 07:23 pm (UTC)I didn’t hesitate, Gordon whispers in his head. But you did. And look now to what has come of it. "
You have a chilling way of writing, did you know that?;) And I love the way you're creating a story in about 300 words.
I'll try writing tonight (my time)and send it over. Type to you later!
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Date: 2006-12-10 07:40 pm (UTC)Chilling, eh? Yay!
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Date: 2006-12-10 07:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-10 08:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-10 07:58 pm (UTC)Only when it’s too late and everything is spilled forth beneath the sun does Dean caress the gun and know he should have pulled the trigger.
Huh?
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Date: 2006-12-10 08:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-12 06:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-13 01:38 am (UTC)I'm not quite sure how I managed it, but thank you nonetheless!
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Date: 2006-12-10 09:36 pm (UTC)I didn’t hesitate, Gordon whispers in his head. But you did. And look now to what has come of it.
Reading
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Date: 2006-12-10 09:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-11 05:18 am (UTC)I say that a lot when I FB your stories, don’t I? *g*
Favorite lines:
don’t do this, don’t become a killer, please, he(I) is(am) innocent—
Love the way you wrote this.
Only when it’s too late and everything is spilled forth beneath the sun does Dean caress the gun and know he should have pulled the trigger.
I didn’t hesitate, Gordon whispers in his head. But you did. And look now to what has come of it.
*whimpers*
Nicely done.
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Date: 2006-12-11 03:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-11 04:17 pm (UTC)