Title: Tell Me a Story (1/1)
Author:
irishka1205 Character: Uhm...I guess the easiest is to go with Sam and Dean
Spoilers: through season 4, including 4.22
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody or anything. They all belong to the evil genius that is Eric Kripke.
Rating: PG
Summary: Somebody's telling a story to somebody else. This is set post 4.22.
Author’s Note: I have no idea where this one came from. I've never written anything that was just a dialogue. And I was actually in the process of editing another fic I've been working on when this popped into my head. It's weird, but the plot bunny demanded me to pay attention and here is the result.
“They say he comes at night, when the moon cannot shine through the thick clouds and no one else can hear your cries. That’s when he comes.”
“Who?”
“The giant with black eyes.”
“There’s no such thing as giants.”
“But he is. He’s so tall. Just like a giant.”
“He’s not a giant. He’s just a man who’s tall.”
“Whatever. But he does have black eyes.”
“You’ve seen him?”
“Yes. When the monsters came. They come often now. The monsters do. They took our parents. Made them do things. We thought… But then he came.”
“He saved us.”
“He did?”
“He saved a lot of people here. Everybody’s talking about it. And not just here. They say he saved people in towns nearby. Everybody’s talking about him.”
“About the man with the black eyes.”
“Yes.”
“Did he say anything?”
“No, he doesn’t talk. He never says anything. But they say that he’s looking for something.”
“What?”
“Redemption.”
“What’s redemption?”
“It means forgiveness.”
“Why would he want forgiveness? He saves people. He’s a hero.”
“Maybe he did something wrong once.”
“Mister, are you ok?”
“Yeah…I… Any idea where he lives?”
“No. Nobody knows. He comes in the shadows and leaves in the shadows.”
“But he always comes. If the monsters come, he always comes.”
“They fear him. The monsters. They’re scared of him. They try to run but he doesn’t let them.”
“What do you mean?”
“They scream and beg him to spare them. Sometimes they ask him to send them back. But he doesn’t. “
“What does he do?”
“I don’t know. But we saw bright lights and loud screams and then our parents were…our parents again.”
“I told him thank you, but he just left.”
“You’re looking for him, aren‘t you? The man with the black eyes? You‘re looking for him.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because…he’s my brother.”