#26: What makes you feel safe?
"What makes you feel safe?"
Elite Muses
SPOILERS for 2x11 "Playthings".
Nothing makes me feel safe. Not really. Not anymore.
See, there was a time when “danger” came with “hunting”, so “not hunting” logically meant “safe”. That time ended when Jessica died - and not hunting was just about as safe as hunting. Which wasn’t very safe at all.
Hunting, at least, kept everyone else safe.
But see, the thing is, people around me have a tendency to die young, like death’s haunting me wherever I go - and no matter what I do, it doesn’t seem to be enough to save them.
And now? With this new truth out in the open; that I’m supposed to somehow become a killer, some sort of monster? I don’t even feel safe around myself. It makes me wonder what I’m capable of, what’s in store for my future. It makes me wonder what I really am because, hell, one thing I’m not is safe. Not in all senses of the word.
I can’t even run from myself.
I can just take it head on and hope that it’s enough, at the very least, to keep those around me safer, if not safe.
I guess there’s something, though, that makes me feel safer. Safer in all senses of the word too. And that something isn’t so much something as someone.
Dean’s protected me all his life. He can’t protect me from this, no - but he can protect everyone else from me.
He’s promised he would.
And, in the end, that’s really all that matters.
~
Muse: Sam Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 248
Elite Muses
SPOILERS for 2x11 "Playthings".
Nothing makes me feel safe. Not really. Not anymore.
See, there was a time when “danger” came with “hunting”, so “not hunting” logically meant “safe”. That time ended when Jessica died - and not hunting was just about as safe as hunting. Which wasn’t very safe at all.
Hunting, at least, kept everyone else safe.
But see, the thing is, people around me have a tendency to die young, like death’s haunting me wherever I go - and no matter what I do, it doesn’t seem to be enough to save them.
And now? With this new truth out in the open; that I’m supposed to somehow become a killer, some sort of monster? I don’t even feel safe around myself. It makes me wonder what I’m capable of, what’s in store for my future. It makes me wonder what I really am because, hell, one thing I’m not is safe. Not in all senses of the word.
I can’t even run from myself.
I can just take it head on and hope that it’s enough, at the very least, to keep those around me safer, if not safe.
I guess there’s something, though, that makes me feel safer. Safer in all senses of the word too. And that something isn’t so much something as someone.
Dean’s protected me all his life. He can’t protect me from this, no - but he can protect everyone else from me.
He’s promised he would.
And, in the end, that’s really all that matters.
~
Muse: Sam Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 248