[SPN] Slouching Towards Bethlehem :: PG :: Gen :: 1/1
Title: Slouching Towards Bethlehem
Author: chaletian
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Sam
Spoilers: Up to and including In the Beginning
Summary: In the vast Other beyond our comprehension, this place, these men, were chosen to be a battleground.
Did good and evil always play out like this? Did the duality of the ideas lend itself always to a duality of opponents? God and the Devil. Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. Cain and Abel.
Dean coughs up blood, while his aching fingers scramble for a weapon in the dirt.
It’s not clear when the die was set. When the Fates pointed and made their decision. When, in the vast Other beyond our comprehension, this place, these men, were chosen to be a battleground. Some said it was when the mother sealed her deal. Others said it was a short decade later, when Azazel came to collect, or longer years after that when the elder was raised from Perdition. Yet others say it has always been their choice.
Sam’s eyes are pitiless; he is sure of his victory because he has always understood his brother’s weaknesses.
For those who watched, it was like a train: moving slowly at first, and then faster and faster until it was out of control. That was just what it was like, they said, watching the younger move from light to the dark, watching the older realise. Gradual, almost imperceptible, and then events moving faster and faster until neither man was in control.
Dean stands up, shakily, palms abrading on the rough brick wall of the warehouse. He never takes his eyes off his brother.
And the thing that they noticed, those who watched, was that it reached a point where the men disappeared. There was no Dean, no Sam. They were no longer the sons of John and Mary. They were no longer men. They were simply good and evil, and they fought.
Dean edges forward, every moment painful, every movement an agony, until he reaches his brother, and Sam reaches out a hand, and they touch.
And they died, and in the unknown Other another battleground was chosen. But maybe they - those who watched - were wrong, because in the end Dean and Sam Winchester were just brothers who lived and died together.
Author: chaletian
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Sam
Spoilers: Up to and including In the Beginning
Summary: In the vast Other beyond our comprehension, this place, these men, were chosen to be a battleground.
Did good and evil always play out like this? Did the duality of the ideas lend itself always to a duality of opponents? God and the Devil. Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. Cain and Abel.
Dean coughs up blood, while his aching fingers scramble for a weapon in the dirt.
It’s not clear when the die was set. When the Fates pointed and made their decision. When, in the vast Other beyond our comprehension, this place, these men, were chosen to be a battleground. Some said it was when the mother sealed her deal. Others said it was a short decade later, when Azazel came to collect, or longer years after that when the elder was raised from Perdition. Yet others say it has always been their choice.
Sam’s eyes are pitiless; he is sure of his victory because he has always understood his brother’s weaknesses.
For those who watched, it was like a train: moving slowly at first, and then faster and faster until it was out of control. That was just what it was like, they said, watching the younger move from light to the dark, watching the older realise. Gradual, almost imperceptible, and then events moving faster and faster until neither man was in control.
Dean stands up, shakily, palms abrading on the rough brick wall of the warehouse. He never takes his eyes off his brother.
And the thing that they noticed, those who watched, was that it reached a point where the men disappeared. There was no Dean, no Sam. They were no longer the sons of John and Mary. They were no longer men. They were simply good and evil, and they fought.
Dean edges forward, every moment painful, every movement an agony, until he reaches his brother, and Sam reaches out a hand, and they touch.
And they died, and in the unknown Other another battleground was chosen. But maybe they - those who watched - were wrong, because in the end Dean and Sam Winchester were just brothers who lived and died together.