Supernatural stories...
Posting some of the little Supernatural I've written for those interested.
The Door
Sammy comes knocking softly at the door.
My soul to steal away.
Do I answer?
Accept his warm embrace?
Or do I turn away?
To continue my cold and lonely life.
Do I have the courage to open the door?
To put my hand in his hand?
Or to lean against the closed door,
And weep for what was offered and not taken.
Next
The trickster and his games, they shouldn’t have tried to kill him. Now Sammy ends up pregnant. The child taken at birth, spirited off by that god. The family told of his demise. Years later on a hunt they caught up with that demi-god. He must pay for what he’s done. Dean watches as Sam goes in for the kill, fueled by the rage for his lost child. “This time you die,” Sam screams.
“Wait a minute, if you kill me you’ll never see your son,” TheTrickster says.
“He’s DEAD!” Sam screams.
The Trickster laughs and asks, “Are you sure?”
Next
Sam was tied to the stake. The sticks soaked with gas and piled around him just waiting for the match to be thrown.
Castiel puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You must do this,” he says. “There is no other way.”
Dean looks at him with pleading eyes, “Please no, I can’t.”
“YOU MUST!”
Refusing to look at his brother Dean throws the match, while Castiel and Uriel stand by watching. Covers his ears so he can’t hear his screams. And when it’s over falls to his knees and weeps, screaming at GOD and his Angels to go to hell.
A slightly different version...
Sam was tied naked to the stake. The sticks piled around him just waiting for the match to be thrown.
Castiel puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You must do this,” he says. “There is no other way.”
Dean looks at him with pleading eyes, “Please no, I can’t.”
“YOU MUST!”
Refusing to look at his brother Dean throws the match. Covers his ears so he can’t hear his screams. And when it’s over falls to his knees and weeps, screaming at GOD and his Angels to go to hell.
And last...RED
Red can be a beautiful color. Like the red-gold of a sunrise or sunset. The leaves at autumn time. But for me? I hate the color. It only reminds me of the people I have lost.
The yellow-orange-red of the fire that took my beloved Jess’s life.
The color of the crossroads demon’s eyes when she refused to give back my brother’s contract.
The bright red of my brother’s blood as the hell hounds tore him apart.
So for me the color only means loss, but it can be beautiful once more. Beautiful, as my blood spills so that once more I can be with those I love.
Ok Lille...here they are.
The Door
Sammy comes knocking softly at the door.
My soul to steal away.
Do I answer?
Accept his warm embrace?
Or do I turn away?
To continue my cold and lonely life.
Do I have the courage to open the door?
To put my hand in his hand?
Or to lean against the closed door,
And weep for what was offered and not taken.
Next
The trickster and his games, they shouldn’t have tried to kill him. Now Sammy ends up pregnant. The child taken at birth, spirited off by that god. The family told of his demise. Years later on a hunt they caught up with that demi-god. He must pay for what he’s done. Dean watches as Sam goes in for the kill, fueled by the rage for his lost child. “This time you die,” Sam screams.
“Wait a minute, if you kill me you’ll never see your son,” TheTrickster says.
“He’s DEAD!” Sam screams.
The Trickster laughs and asks, “Are you sure?”
Next
Sam was tied to the stake. The sticks soaked with gas and piled around him just waiting for the match to be thrown.
Castiel puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You must do this,” he says. “There is no other way.”
Dean looks at him with pleading eyes, “Please no, I can’t.”
“YOU MUST!”
Refusing to look at his brother Dean throws the match, while Castiel and Uriel stand by watching. Covers his ears so he can’t hear his screams. And when it’s over falls to his knees and weeps, screaming at GOD and his Angels to go to hell.
A slightly different version...
Sam was tied naked to the stake. The sticks piled around him just waiting for the match to be thrown.
Castiel puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You must do this,” he says. “There is no other way.”
Dean looks at him with pleading eyes, “Please no, I can’t.”
“YOU MUST!”
Refusing to look at his brother Dean throws the match. Covers his ears so he can’t hear his screams. And when it’s over falls to his knees and weeps, screaming at GOD and his Angels to go to hell.
And last...RED
Red can be a beautiful color. Like the red-gold of a sunrise or sunset. The leaves at autumn time. But for me? I hate the color. It only reminds me of the people I have lost.
The yellow-orange-red of the fire that took my beloved Jess’s life.
The color of the crossroads demon’s eyes when she refused to give back my brother’s contract.
The bright red of my brother’s blood as the hell hounds tore him apart.
So for me the color only means loss, but it can be beautiful once more. Beautiful, as my blood spills so that once more I can be with those I love.
Ok Lille...here they are.