Drip 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Drip
Rating: K+
Genre: Gen
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Dean
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Darkness pressed onto him. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
He wanted to call out, for whom he didn't know, but he didn't.
Because he knew no one would answer.
They haven't since he was locked away.
Spasms slither through his body. They come and go at all hours, not that he has any sense of time.
He knows they should hurt, but for some reason they don't.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
'Please!' he calls, 'Please have mercy!'
No one hears him.
He does not know it, but they all left quite some time ago. There is only him.
'Please…' he tries to whisper, but he has not had food or drink for almost three years.
He hasn't spoken for three years.
When he tries, his body does not know what to do.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Rain water slowly falls beside him, drop by drop.
He tries to taste it, tries to move, but can not.
The urge to cry rushes through him but there are no tears left.
There is nothing left.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He hears a noise.
A voice.
The same soft voice that has spoken to him everyday.
He can't understand what its saying but he can tell that it is sorrowful.
He wants to cry out to the voice. To apologize. He knows that he has made that musical voice sad and he is sorry.
The voice fades out and he is gripped with terror.
'No!' he wants to scream, 'You can't leave me again!'
Because he knows that one day after the voice leaves, it won't come back.
He loves the voice and doesn't want it to leave…
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Nighttime darkens the sky around him. Sometimes he feels as if it's trying to take him away.
To drag him down, like it did everyone else.
He wants to call out, for the one he is here to see.
He doesn't.
He knows they won't answer.
He shivers as if in answer to something and it hurts.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He wants to scream at the injustice of it all.
He knows no one will hear him.
Nobody comes here anymore.
There is only him here.
He hasn't spoken for so long and screaming would hurt him.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The rain drizzles down around him.
Memories flash in front of his eyes, one after the other.
He wants to break down and sob forever.
But there aren't any tears left.
There isn't anything left.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He starts to talk.
He goes on and on about nothing and everything.
Just like everyday for the past three years.
His voice is pumped with sorrow. Hours later he is finished and his voice fades into the wind.
He stands from his kneeling position and turns to walk away.
He doesn't want to leave.
He knows that one day he won't come back
He loves his brother and doesn't want to leave.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
It is still raining.
It's been raining since the day he put his brother in the ground.
Dean climbs into his Impala and grasps the steering wheel.
He falls forward and rests his head by his hands.
His soft whisper of 'Sammy' isn't heard through the dripping rain.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He loves his brother and doesn't want to leave.
But he does.
And he knows he won't come back.
Not until his brother does.
~*~FIN~*~