Fic: Boxes
And another 10.2 episode tag! 150 words again, since I can’t seem to write less.
Title: Boxes
Warnings: horror (probably only PG-13), but gen
Summary: Sam knows exactly where Dean fits into his life, now.
There were boxes everywhere, neatly labeled in Sam’s careful handwriting: “left arm,” “right calf.” There was the perfect spot in the bunker to store them all, too.
All attempts to turn Dean human had failed. His blood wouldn’t work on Dean--too genetically similar--and there was no one else left who would help them. “Far as I can tell, you’re a Knight of Hell,” Sam had told Dean, right before making the final cut. “Time to put you into storage like Abaddon until I can figure something else out.”
Sam glanced at Dean’s lifeless head before rolling over to go to sleep. It was almost like the good old days in hotel rooms, when Dean was the last thing he saw every night, and the first thing he saw every morning.
If once upon a time keeping a severed head on the nightstand had seemed odd, he no longer remembered it.
Title: Boxes
Warnings: horror (probably only PG-13), but gen
Summary: Sam knows exactly where Dean fits into his life, now.
There were boxes everywhere, neatly labeled in Sam’s careful handwriting: “left arm,” “right calf.” There was the perfect spot in the bunker to store them all, too.
All attempts to turn Dean human had failed. His blood wouldn’t work on Dean--too genetically similar--and there was no one else left who would help them. “Far as I can tell, you’re a Knight of Hell,” Sam had told Dean, right before making the final cut. “Time to put you into storage like Abaddon until I can figure something else out.”
Sam glanced at Dean’s lifeless head before rolling over to go to sleep. It was almost like the good old days in hotel rooms, when Dean was the last thing he saw every night, and the first thing he saw every morning.
If once upon a time keeping a severed head on the nightstand had seemed odd, he no longer remembered it.