"We Never Do"
Title: We Never Do
Author: BlueIris
Rating: PG
Category: Gen.
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: None
Author’s Notes: A double drabble with Dorothy Parker.
Generic warning on all of my fics: A minority of my stories contain character death. For artistic reasons, I prefer not to disclose it in the headers. If you will not read a story unless you know whether one of the Winchester brothers dies, click here for the spoiler.
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He stared the kornbock down, knowing how this would end. Every night he hoped the hunt would be his last, but he never could throw a fight. Instinct always kicked in.
”The Flaw in Paganism”
Sam had the poem memorized. Dean thought it was nuts to feed the melancholia, but who was he to deny his brother’s brooding pleasures?
Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
The night before, Sam got buzzed enough to shimmy onto the dance floor. Dean snickered at him and flirted with the waitress, telling her outrageous stories she didn’t believe.
The creature charged. Stupid. His axe went up.
Love, the reeling midnight through,
Neither of them scored, but who cared? When the waitress shot Dean down they grinned, clinked bottles, and said hell, they’d always have each other.
Sidestep, kick, and it was on the ground.
For tomorrow we shall die!
In a filthy, dark, abandoned basement. No drama, no heroics. They split up to do a sweep; fifteen minutes later, Dean tripped over Sam's body.
He threw the axe downward, hitting the kornbock square between the eyes.
(But, alas, we never do.)
He wrenched the axe free, stepped over the corpse, and went on.
***
Dorothy Parker, “The Flaw in Paganism”
“Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)”
The group Chin Ho has a very good song based on the poem: “The Dorothy Parker Song.” No, I’d never heard of them before either.
Author: BlueIris
Rating: PG
Category: Gen.
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: None
Author’s Notes: A double drabble with Dorothy Parker.
Generic warning on all of my fics: A minority of my stories contain character death. For artistic reasons, I prefer not to disclose it in the headers. If you will not read a story unless you know whether one of the Winchester brothers dies, click here for the spoiler.
~~~~~
He stared the kornbock down, knowing how this would end. Every night he hoped the hunt would be his last, but he never could throw a fight. Instinct always kicked in.
”The Flaw in Paganism”
Sam had the poem memorized. Dean thought it was nuts to feed the melancholia, but who was he to deny his brother’s brooding pleasures?
Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
The night before, Sam got buzzed enough to shimmy onto the dance floor. Dean snickered at him and flirted with the waitress, telling her outrageous stories she didn’t believe.
The creature charged. Stupid. His axe went up.
Love, the reeling midnight through,
Neither of them scored, but who cared? When the waitress shot Dean down they grinned, clinked bottles, and said hell, they’d always have each other.
Sidestep, kick, and it was on the ground.
For tomorrow we shall die!
In a filthy, dark, abandoned basement. No drama, no heroics. They split up to do a sweep; fifteen minutes later, Dean tripped over Sam's body.
He threw the axe downward, hitting the kornbock square between the eyes.
(But, alas, we never do.)
He wrenched the axe free, stepped over the corpse, and went on.
***
Dorothy Parker, “The Flaw in Paganism”
“Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)”
The group Chin Ho has a very good song based on the poem: “The Dorothy Parker Song.” No, I’d never heard of them before either.