tigriswolf | SN drabbles - PG13, PG

Title: On Phoenix Wings
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for everything; AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 525

He’s able to ignore the pit in his stomach for almost a year. But as November second approaches—Mama’s death, Jessica’s death, Daddy’s death—something inside him twists and burns.

I healed you, that cold voice laughs. I gave you back your life for your father’s soul and an old gun.

He doubles over in the shower, gasping for air, tears brimming in his eyes. His voice is gone and he hears his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Your father and I had a deal, It continues, and he feels an ice-cold touch on his lips. But Johnny has never been the one I wanted.

He wants to call out for Sammy but Sam’s gone, fetching food. He wants Dad back, Dad alive—I can do that for you, Dean.

Blood drips down his chest, slices opening in his skin. Make a deal with me, Dean, a binding agreement of blood and tears. I’ll give Daddy back and relinquish my claim to Sammy—if you, lovely boy, give me what I want.

He slumps down, heartbeat echoing loudly, gasping for breath—he can’t get enough air to fill his lungs, and blood keeps spilling out. Water pours from the showerhead, hitting his back, and the tub is slick against his flesh. The pain burns all over his body.

He’d forgotten what day it is. Wrapped up in Sammy, it slipped his mind.

November second. Day of death and blood and fire and tears.

I took Mary and Jessica and John—I stole your life and lit it aflame. Icy touch to his temple, above his heart, trailing along the gaping gashes. I killed your hope and destroyed your future. And now, Dean, soldier and brother, I offer you a chance to save your Sammy from my grasp.

Sam’s out getting food.

You’ve ignored me for nearly a year, Dean. But now the time has come. Give me what I want and I’ll release baby brother. Deny me and I take him forever. The shadow becomes visible, shapes itself into an almost-human form. Its lips twist as it kneels beside him, raises his head.

Blood still pours from him, sluggishly slowing down. He’s growing cold, losing his grip on consciousness.

He wants to see Sam again.

His voice is gone but he thinks, with all the clarity left to him, Do whatever. But let Sammy go.

Artic touch, whisperslick along his spine. Done.

Fire swirls around him but doesn’t burn. Laughter fills his senses, dangerous and deadly, and he sinks into the darkness, unable to hold his eyes open anymore.

He just wants to see Sammy again. Just wants to apologize for everything he’s done that embarrassed Sammy, that hurt him. He wants to say goodbye.

But he has no voice and Sam isn’t here.

So he slips into darkness and fire, and his heart stops as all his lifeblood flows out.

One more touch to his forehead, icy and hard. My boy, the shadow whispers. Welcome to the new world.

He doesn’t answer, can’t; fire roars.

Tell me, Dean. Tell me to take you.

Sam will be safe.

Take me.

Fire screams.

Sammy.

Title: Like Father, Like Son
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for “Folsom Prison Blues”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third

Maura barely remembers the man that pulled her and Mommy from the cave. She was sobbing and Mommy moaning, both splattered with blood and gore. Daddy was never found, and Maura remembers how sad the man sounded when he apologized to Mommy for getting there too late.

Mommy nodded and pulled Maura close, thanking him anyway.

Looking into Dean Winchester’s earnest hazel eyes, she thinks back to that night, to the man with the sad gaze. They look alike, though she can’t recall that man’s name. They have the same bearing.

So she listens to him, really listens; there’s truth in his voice. He’s a criminal, but not a killer. Whatever he’s up to, whatever he needs that information for—

The man’s face flashes in her mind, Mommy’s screams and Mommy’s cries. Maura looks at Dean, looks hard and long, and knows what she’ll do.

It could ruin her, that she helped them. Hell, no doubt about it: her career in law is gone.

She calls up Mom after leaving Hendrickson a false trail and asks her to lunch the next day.

Mom says yes and they chat for a bit, then Mom tells her to go home and sleep.

Title: promise not to stray again
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title and cut text from “Jacob’s Dream” performed by Allison Krauss. (You really wanna be depressed? Listen to that song.)
Warnings: damn well better be AU for season three
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third

He leaves at dusk, that last day, leaves Sammy behind in a fitful sleep. Bobby watches him go but doesn’t speak, doesn’t say goodbye or good luck, or you were a good kid, Dean, one of the best men I’ve ever known.

Bobby knows Sam’ll hate them both when he wakes, but this isn’t about Sam anymore.

Bobby makes some hot chocolate, wondering what Sam’ll do once he’s up. Go after Dean, that’s a certainty. But what will he do once he’s found him?

Because Sam won’t wake until it’s done, that Bobby knows. Dean made sure of it.

The sun rises and Bobby watches from the window. He waits for the Impala’s roar—in vain. Dean’s gone. There was no way out of that deal, no way Dean would take.

Sam stirs in the backroom.

Sunlight paints his yard, glinting off the car pieces. The dogs run around, playing and guarding, and Sam yells, “Dean!”

Bobby flinches. Sam storms through the house and out the door.

That day, Bobby doesn’t do much but pray.

Dusk comes, then dawn, and still no sign from either of John’s boys. Bobby knows they’re both gone for good.

He wishes he’d said goodbye.

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From:

ultraviolet9a.livejournal.com

First and third are creepy and painful, but it's the second I like best of all. The concept of her having been saved by John so now it all comes back and she returns the favour just makes me go all...fuzzy.

From:

theladyscribe

*cries* It's not nice to make your readers cry, you know. But oh, this is lovely and hurty, and you're right, that last one had best be AU, but oh god, I'm so afraid it won't be too far off the mark.

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i'm awake, and i'm young, and i'm alive

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