Heart In Ashes 3/?
Title: Heart In Ashes 3/?
Author: not_from_stars
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Summary: Winchesters love deeply and completely. So do Singers.
Words: 700
A little more than twenty-fours later, Dean finally came out of the locked room. The bottle he was holding was mostly empty and his eyes looked worse than Sam had ever seen them. Dean let his eyes run over his brother to make sure he was in one piece, and then he walked over to Bobby. He handed Bobby something that Sam couldn't see. Whatever it was caused Bobby to bow his head and his shoulders hunched a little. Sam couldn't make out the conversation, but soon, Dean headed back over to he and Castiel, with Bobby coming up behind him.
"We're taking the bastard down," Dean said tightly. "All of the bastards. We go for Lucifer and we take out any one who tries to stop us or get in our way. If they're not with us, then they're against us and they deserve the same treatment."
"Dean, we can't just --"
Dean cut him off with a glare. "Don't tell me what we can't do, Sam. The woman I loved got herself killed because she was trying to protect me. The woman who was the closest thing we had to a mother lately allowed herself to be sacrificed so that we could get the hell out and end this war. I'm going to end this -- with or without your help."
Sam just stared at him for a moment and then looked at Bobby. Bobby had to see the futility of rushing into something like Dean wanted to do, right? Bobby would be the voice of reason and stop Dean from doing anything stupid or suicidal. When Bobby didn't say anything, Sam had to.
"Bobby? Aren't you going to say anything to him?"
"What would you have me say, boy?" Bobby demanded. "We've tried playing by whatever rules that we thought there were --" He looked at Castiel who looked at Dean. "-- and people are still dying. Good people who don't deserve to die are dying. Maybe if we change things up and make up our own rules as we go along, then we can do some good and keep more people from dying."
"This can't be the best we can do," Sam protested.
"No, Sam," Dean growled. "There is no more best we can do. Jo is dead. Dead, Sam. Ellen is dead. They're dead and they're not coming back. I'm tired of those bastards killing people I love and it's time that I did some damage to them in return. I promised Jo and Ellen we would end this, and we're going to. In order to do that, we have to change our game plan because what we usually do isn't working!"
"Castiel?" He was the angel in their group and he was the one that kept saying how there were ways that things were done.
Castiel was silent for a long moment as he seemed to look out past Sam's shoulder. As they waited for him to respond to Sam, Dean drank the rest of what was in his bottle and then threw it as far as he could. The shattering of the glass on the rocks seemed to bring Castiel back to the conversation.
"There are rules in place in everything we do for a reason," Castiel started out.
"Damn it, Cas!"
"However," the angel continued, as if nothing had been said. "These are not the usual conditions and we are at war. Everything does happen for a reason. Maybe doing things Dean's way is something that needs to happen right now."
Dean nodded. "My thoughts exactly."
"We're not going to act like them," Sam waved his hand out to the distance. "We're better than that!"
"You're a fine one to tell us how we should be acting, Sam," Bobby said angrily. "None of this would have happened if you hadn't been played by that demon bitch and you hadn't been playing vampire with her." Sam flinched at the reminder of how Ruby had played him.
"Sam," Dean said quietly. "We're in a war. We're in a war that will destroy all of this world if we don't win it. Our side keeps getting smaller and smaller. It's time to change our strategy."
Author: not_from_stars
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Summary: Winchesters love deeply and completely. So do Singers.
Words: 700
A little more than twenty-fours later, Dean finally came out of the locked room. The bottle he was holding was mostly empty and his eyes looked worse than Sam had ever seen them. Dean let his eyes run over his brother to make sure he was in one piece, and then he walked over to Bobby. He handed Bobby something that Sam couldn't see. Whatever it was caused Bobby to bow his head and his shoulders hunched a little. Sam couldn't make out the conversation, but soon, Dean headed back over to he and Castiel, with Bobby coming up behind him.
"We're taking the bastard down," Dean said tightly. "All of the bastards. We go for Lucifer and we take out any one who tries to stop us or get in our way. If they're not with us, then they're against us and they deserve the same treatment."
"Dean, we can't just --"
Dean cut him off with a glare. "Don't tell me what we can't do, Sam. The woman I loved got herself killed because she was trying to protect me. The woman who was the closest thing we had to a mother lately allowed herself to be sacrificed so that we could get the hell out and end this war. I'm going to end this -- with or without your help."
Sam just stared at him for a moment and then looked at Bobby. Bobby had to see the futility of rushing into something like Dean wanted to do, right? Bobby would be the voice of reason and stop Dean from doing anything stupid or suicidal. When Bobby didn't say anything, Sam had to.
"Bobby? Aren't you going to say anything to him?"
"What would you have me say, boy?" Bobby demanded. "We've tried playing by whatever rules that we thought there were --" He looked at Castiel who looked at Dean. "-- and people are still dying. Good people who don't deserve to die are dying. Maybe if we change things up and make up our own rules as we go along, then we can do some good and keep more people from dying."
"This can't be the best we can do," Sam protested.
"No, Sam," Dean growled. "There is no more best we can do. Jo is dead. Dead, Sam. Ellen is dead. They're dead and they're not coming back. I'm tired of those bastards killing people I love and it's time that I did some damage to them in return. I promised Jo and Ellen we would end this, and we're going to. In order to do that, we have to change our game plan because what we usually do isn't working!"
"Castiel?" He was the angel in their group and he was the one that kept saying how there were ways that things were done.
Castiel was silent for a long moment as he seemed to look out past Sam's shoulder. As they waited for him to respond to Sam, Dean drank the rest of what was in his bottle and then threw it as far as he could. The shattering of the glass on the rocks seemed to bring Castiel back to the conversation.
"There are rules in place in everything we do for a reason," Castiel started out.
"Damn it, Cas!"
"However," the angel continued, as if nothing had been said. "These are not the usual conditions and we are at war. Everything does happen for a reason. Maybe doing things Dean's way is something that needs to happen right now."
Dean nodded. "My thoughts exactly."
"We're not going to act like them," Sam waved his hand out to the distance. "We're better than that!"
"You're a fine one to tell us how we should be acting, Sam," Bobby said angrily. "None of this would have happened if you hadn't been played by that demon bitch and you hadn't been playing vampire with her." Sam flinched at the reminder of how Ruby had played him.
"Sam," Dean said quietly. "We're in a war. We're in a war that will destroy all of this world if we don't win it. Our side keeps getting smaller and smaller. It's time to change our strategy."