With Halloween so close...
... my muse decided to play along and gifted me with enough inspiration for two tiny oneshots written for the meme at sharp_teeth
Title: Pearls
Disclaimer: Not mine. Shame. Yadda.
Prompt: Teeth are all that remains of Jess after the fire. Sam steals them: they're so perfect, white.
Warning: Probably more disturbing than usual. I mean it! Consider yourself warned.
He carries them in a small box. One of those tiny inconspicuous things in which young woman usually find their engagement rings in. Huge and sparkling and much more worth than the particular man can actually afford. With light breaking in it and making it twinkle like a fallen star.
The white pearls he's staring at aren't twinkling anymore. They might have... once. But that's the past. Now they've turned into a dull beige. No more than aging bones. But in Sam's eyes, they're still twinkling. He can see them surrounded by her smile. Her lips widening and her white teeth look like they're alive. White and shining and perfect. It's really just the cheap light in the motel room bathing them in this dull, yellowish glimmer. It is!
Carefully, Sam touches one, caresses it. Imagines it sending goose bumps over his dead girlfriends body and he's half awed, half disgusted. No, probably more awed, now that his face lightens up in dream-like reminiscence.
He softly closes the lid and puts the red velvet box back into his backpack. Stuffs it deep into the depths between socks and shirts and jack knives just as the door opens and Dean enters, grinning. A brown bag of gooey goodness and hopefully a salad for Sam. The smell of coffee wafts over, chasing away her perfume and the minty smell of her breath. He could have sworn it had hung in the air just now. But now it’s gone and the sparking pearls will remain untouched for another long time before he has the courage to look at them again.
Frightening him.
Overwhelming him.
Blinding him.
Title: Pearls
Disclaimer: Not mine. Shame. Yadda.
Prompt: Teeth are all that remains of Jess after the fire. Sam steals them: they're so perfect, white.
Warning: Probably more disturbing than usual. I mean it! Consider yourself warned.
He carries them in a small box. One of those tiny inconspicuous things in which young woman usually find their engagement rings in. Huge and sparkling and much more worth than the particular man can actually afford. With light breaking in it and making it twinkle like a fallen star.
The white pearls he's staring at aren't twinkling anymore. They might have... once. But that's the past. Now they've turned into a dull beige. No more than aging bones. But in Sam's eyes, they're still twinkling. He can see them surrounded by her smile. Her lips widening and her white teeth look like they're alive. White and shining and perfect. It's really just the cheap light in the motel room bathing them in this dull, yellowish glimmer. It is!
Carefully, Sam touches one, caresses it. Imagines it sending goose bumps over his dead girlfriends body and he's half awed, half disgusted. No, probably more awed, now that his face lightens up in dream-like reminiscence.
He softly closes the lid and puts the red velvet box back into his backpack. Stuffs it deep into the depths between socks and shirts and jack knives just as the door opens and Dean enters, grinning. A brown bag of gooey goodness and hopefully a salad for Sam. The smell of coffee wafts over, chasing away her perfume and the minty smell of her breath. He could have sworn it had hung in the air just now. But now it’s gone and the sparking pearls will remain untouched for another long time before he has the courage to look at them again.
Frightening him.
Overwhelming him.
Blinding him.