spn fic: "Dean and the Blade"

[fannishliss]

title: Dean and the Blade
author: Fannishliss
rating: like the show so PG13 I guess
pairings: there is a hint of Dean/Benny; more like Dean/Blade
warnings: Dark. Dean is Not Doing So Good in this fic; also this is Poetry; I always warn for a Poem
spoilers: S9 brought us here, this is where we are now, slight spoiler for penultimate ep

227 words.

Summary: Dean and the Blade are one.

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The world is made of crystal.
Not the diamond kind
you'd see in some swanky chandelier.
A black and bloody kind,
where everything sparkles
ruby, garnet, jet, obsidian...

In Purgatory he'd cut his right hand
bloody time after time, wielding the obsidian
shard he'd flaked sharp, until he lashed
it to a femur with that same femur's hamstring.

In Purgatory, the world was clear --
all crisp edges -- Benny's teeth sharp
against the back of his neck when Dean
gave it up,

the ache
of that embrace
so
very
worth
the bruises,

so few drops of blood
traded
to be held by a brother

. . .

Dean's fury drags Purgatory into this world --

the cleanliness of rage,
where every destruction is oh so deserved.
 Where revenge is his only purpose.
  Where Kevin's death is taken out in a bright blue glow
that should be searing Dean's own eyes black and hollow

but it doesn't

because Dean

was born and bred

for this:

No pain
No weakness
No fear
No regret

Only RAGE
rippling through his body,

unholy ecstasy,

No room left for strategy or some abstraction like

justice
or hope.  No
decency, morality, love

Only the reality of life-force
singing into Dean
through the blade
the ancient gore-stained jawbone of an ass.

Dean is
the blade.

And they are thirsty, so thirsty for more.