{supernatural} inhale, exhale
Title: Inhale, Exhale.
Author: aaronlisa // deanthehunter
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for prompt #2-2 at infinite_muses.
Notes: This is set during 5x16 "Dark Side of the Moon" so please note it contains mention of canon character death.
Summary: This time his body remembers.
Word Count: 340
Inhale. Exhale.
It hurts like a son of a bitch. Every breath is sheer agony.
Inhale. Exhale.
He was dead. Not for the first time either. (Not even the second time. How many times was he resurrected by Heaven's agents? How many time was he forced to forget?)
Inhale. Exhale.
This time his body remembers. The bloody that still covers him is sticky. It's hard to associated it as his blood. Yet his chest hurts as his heart works overtime to adapt. He's not sure how much time has elapsed but his heart had just died, pumped out all of the blood in the wounds that are miraculously gone but that he can still feel. All he knows that enough time has passed that his shirt sticks to his body, the blood somewhere between the tacky stage and the dried staged.
Inhale. Exhale.
The room reeks of blood (his and Sammy's), death and gunpowder. It's unpleasant and it makes him sick to his stomach. The room reeks of his own death and worse his brother's death, something that he never wanted to smell again. And with every breath he takes, he can smell it.
Inhale. Exhale.
He shifts and his body is in agony. The physical wounds are gone but his flesh, muscles and bones remember each and every wound. Heaven's gift to him and Sammy: life and memory. A subtle reminder that they're ultimately powerless pawns on Heaven's chessboard.
Inhale. Exhale.
This is worse than pulling himself out of his grace. His body is reluctant to obey even his simplest commands. It was dead. Now it's alive. And he knows that this isn't some sort of miracle.
Inhale. Exhale.
A minute has passed and he's forced himself into a sitting position. Life goes on. The Winchesters do what they do best: fight and fight and fight (and die.) But for what? Dean doesn't know and he can't waste anytime wondering about the whys. He has a war to prevent, people to save and a brother to protect.
Inhale. Exhale.
((END))
You can also find this post here at deanthehunter.
Author: aaronlisa // deanthehunter
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for prompt #2-2 at infinite_muses.
Notes: This is set during 5x16 "Dark Side of the Moon" so please note it contains mention of canon character death.
Summary: This time his body remembers.
Word Count: 340
Inhale. Exhale.
It hurts like a son of a bitch. Every breath is sheer agony.
Inhale. Exhale.
He was dead. Not for the first time either. (Not even the second time. How many times was he resurrected by Heaven's agents? How many time was he forced to forget?)
Inhale. Exhale.
This time his body remembers. The bloody that still covers him is sticky. It's hard to associated it as his blood. Yet his chest hurts as his heart works overtime to adapt. He's not sure how much time has elapsed but his heart had just died, pumped out all of the blood in the wounds that are miraculously gone but that he can still feel. All he knows that enough time has passed that his shirt sticks to his body, the blood somewhere between the tacky stage and the dried staged.
Inhale. Exhale.
The room reeks of blood (his and Sammy's), death and gunpowder. It's unpleasant and it makes him sick to his stomach. The room reeks of his own death and worse his brother's death, something that he never wanted to smell again. And with every breath he takes, he can smell it.
Inhale. Exhale.
He shifts and his body is in agony. The physical wounds are gone but his flesh, muscles and bones remember each and every wound. Heaven's gift to him and Sammy: life and memory. A subtle reminder that they're ultimately powerless pawns on Heaven's chessboard.
Inhale. Exhale.
This is worse than pulling himself out of his grace. His body is reluctant to obey even his simplest commands. It was dead. Now it's alive. And he knows that this isn't some sort of miracle.
Inhale. Exhale.
A minute has passed and he's forced himself into a sitting position. Life goes on. The Winchesters do what they do best: fight and fight and fight (and die.) But for what? Dean doesn't know and he can't waste anytime wondering about the whys. He has a war to prevent, people to save and a brother to protect.
Inhale. Exhale.
((END))
You can also find this post here at deanthehunter.