Day 9: time keeps on slippin (by)
title: skin to skin, blood and bone
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: teen
warnings: spoilers up & including 5x04
character(s): Dean
word count: 211
notes: ah, josh groban how I love the way you can make an angsty song even angstier. & totes inspire me to write bleak!fic for S5. title snagged from Drowning Pool.
Dean never thought it would come to this; he never wanted it to. He’s supposed to protect his brother. Keep Sammy safe. It was never a job, taking care of Sam wasn’t that simple; love wasn’t supposed to be.
For months he couldn’t get the future out of his head. Sam gone. Again. He saw what was going to happen and he still let himself believe he could change things. That he, by himself, would make a difference.
He stands across the battlefield, Castiel at his side and feels the weight of his failure drag at his heart. Dean looks at Cas, his very own tattered guardian angel.
"I’m sorry," his voice cracks. He can’t remember the last time opened his mouth.
"Dean -- "
For a minute, it’s Sam’s face, Sam’s voice. Dean curls his fists, feels the bite of his nails in his palm. Sam isn’t here, there’s only Cas. Dean wishes that was enough. To keep him, to make him believe.
He’s tired, so fucking exhausted. Sammy is. Sam is gone this time too, and Dean doesn’t know what else to do - there isn’t anything else. For weeks he’s felt Michael, a presence on the fringes of his mind, waiting.
Dean closes his eyes and and says ‘Yes.’
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: teen
warnings: spoilers up & including 5x04
character(s): Dean
word count: 211
notes: ah, josh groban how I love the way you can make an angsty song even angstier. & totes inspire me to write bleak!fic for S5. title snagged from Drowning Pool.
Dean never thought it would come to this; he never wanted it to. He’s supposed to protect his brother. Keep Sammy safe. It was never a job, taking care of Sam wasn’t that simple; love wasn’t supposed to be.
For months he couldn’t get the future out of his head. Sam gone. Again. He saw what was going to happen and he still let himself believe he could change things. That he, by himself, would make a difference.
He stands across the battlefield, Castiel at his side and feels the weight of his failure drag at his heart. Dean looks at Cas, his very own tattered guardian angel.
"I’m sorry," his voice cracks. He can’t remember the last time opened his mouth.
"Dean -- "
For a minute, it’s Sam’s face, Sam’s voice. Dean curls his fists, feels the bite of his nails in his palm. Sam isn’t here, there’s only Cas. Dean wishes that was enough. To keep him, to make him believe.
He’s tired, so fucking exhausted. Sammy is. Sam is gone this time too, and Dean doesn’t know what else to do - there isn’t anything else. For weeks he’s felt Michael, a presence on the fringes of his mind, waiting.
Dean closes his eyes and and says ‘Yes.’
- end