Ever Falling - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Ever Falling

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Winchesters or their demons.

Warnings: AU

Pairings: none

Rating: PG13

Wordcount: 430
Point of view: third

 

           

            It was just after midnight on an abandoned road somewhere near the Pacific.  He could smell the salt air, hear the roar of the ocean.  The wind ruffled his hair, bit at his cheeks.

            He only had a few more steps to freedom, but the demon followed.

            At first, he could only feel the sensation of falling, and it terrified him.  But his knees met the ground with a thud and he gasped, knew something had broken.  Then fingers tangled in his hair, a hand splayed across his back.

            He still felt like he was falling.

            Thing was, when he landed, he didn't know where he'd be.

            The hand on his back roamed upward and the fingers in his hair tightened, tugging the strands. Warm breath ghosted along his neck and he shuddered, trying to move away—but the hand closed around his shoulder and the fingers pulled at his hair.

            “Going so soon?” the demon asked, mocking him with its host’s voice. “I think not.” It pushed him and he toppled over, not even attempting the illusion of a struggle. He was too tired and his soul hurt too much.

            “C’mon,” it drawled, bastardizing the voice. “Make Daddy proud.”

            He just stared at the sky, wishing everything were over, wishing none of it had happened. “Giving in?” it asked, nearly laughing. “Giving up? You shame him. You always have.”

            He focused on the sound of the waves, on the gentle breeze, on the scent of the ocean—then the hands clamped around his neck. 

            “You’re the only Winchester left,” it snarled. “I leave this body and it dies. Most of the soul’s already fled. You alone can carry on and you just lie here, letting me win without a fight.”

            There were no words to say, so he kept watching the sky. “You’re a disappointment,” it hissed in his ear, fingers trailing across his face. “They were glad to escape you, to no longer be around your stench of failure.”

            With a noise of disgust, it slid off him, rolled to its’ feet. “I’m not gonna kill you. I’m just gonna leave this body, find a new one. Continue on. And you’ll be alone.”

            He turned his head, looked up, meet those dark green eyes. “You’ll be alone,” it repeated and laughed. “Whether you live or kill yourself or find someone else to do it for you—I’ll have won.”

            Then it relinquished it’s hold on the body it’d long since killed and soared to the sky.

            By the time he reached his father’s body, John Winchester was already gone.

 

 

Comments

[smilla02.livejournal.com]

*cries* WOW! I think I can feel the salt in the air.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! This was one I really felt sorta odd about posting.

[lark_ascends]

Creepy.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Such a dark, sad piece, with its sense of a horrible outcome that can't be avoided.

Only one Winchester left, and that one so very broken.

*whimpers*

Nicely done.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

I love that you didn't say which of the boys it was. Excellent job as usual. :D

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! I just couldn't decide which one I wanted it to be. But I'm suspecting Dean.

[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

I pictured Dean too, but only because I'm a Dean whore. But it *could* have been Sam. :D

[ultraviolet9a.livejournal.com]

Despite the angst and everything, the sense of ocean nearby and his silence somehow...gives me a sense of peace. Relief. Nice.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

OHHHH!!!

*Weeps*

Ohhhh...

*Sobsnifflegasp*

This hurt so good!! Damn fine ficlet honey!! Damn fine!

*Hugs*

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!