Gift ficlet: A Kiss Before Dying (SPN, PG-13, Sam/Dean)
Title: A Kiss Before Dying
Author: bluegemeyes
Rating: PG-13, there's character death & mentions of Wincest
Word Count: 838
Prompt Word: primeval - belonging to the first or earliest age or ages; original or ancient
For graveofdreams.
Out of the five words she gave me, I chose primeval, I’m sure you’ll see why. I hope you like it, Melissa! I may have strayed a lot a bit from the original word, but it’s hard to contain myself to merely 100 words, and my brain had WAY too much fun with this. And be advised-I almost started crying while I was writing this. That's never happened before! X_X The cut text is from Genesis 4:13-14.
In the end, it played out like they knew it would.
No one wanted to see it come to this, but at the same time, it had to. The embodiment of evil on Earth had to be defeated, and who better to do it than the person who knew him best?
Genesis tells us that the first murder was a fratricide. It also tells us Cain bore a mark on his forehead for the rest of his days, telling the world what he’d done.
Fate had this battle in store for the Winchesters centuries before they were born. And while they had cheated Death many times, Destiny was a different story.
Once again, you see, jealousy was the root of the problem. Dean refused to join Sam in his quest to conquer the Earth, and the moment Sam turned his back, Dean was in the wind.
It wasn’t that Sam couldn’t find his brother; it was just a matter of tracking him down. So like Sherman’s march to the sea during the Civil War, he destroyed everything in his path that resisted-and even some things that didn’t-in his search for Dean.
He finally caught up with him just outside Syracuse, New York, a small town practically on the shores of Lake Erie. This, in fact, is where Sam found him.
“Dean.” That was all he said, but his tone spoke volumes. Why’d you leave? Where’d you go?
What happens to us now?
“I can’t help you destroy the world, Sam,” Dean said, not turning around, continuing to stare out at the wind-churned, iron-gray lake. “I can’t become your consort, one of your minions, or anything like that.”
“Dean” Sam said again, a note of pleading in his voice this time. “Can’t…couldn’t we work something out?”
“No, Sam.” Dean’s voice was calm, but the steel was very much there. “That stopped being an option the second you spilled the first drop of innocent blood.”
Sam just stood there, the picture of defeat. But if you’d looked closer, you’d have seen the fire in his eyes.
Because Winchesters don’t give up, you see. It goes against every fiber of their being.
Dean could feel Sam gathering his power. Hell yes, he was scared, but he’d be damned if was going to die hiding his face like a coward.
He turned to face Sam, raising the Colt as he did so.
Sam’s pitch-black eyes widened when he saw the gun. But he quickly recovered himself, his face changing smoothly into a smirk. “Seriously, Dean? Would you really sacrifice your brother, your precious Sammy?”
Dean’s smile was terse, and didn’t reach his ice-cold eyes. “If Sam was himself, he wouldn’t want to live the rest of his life possessed. If I believed in mercy killings, that’s probably what I’d call this.”
Sam drew back his lips in a feral snarl. "Then I guess the time for words has-"
Maybe it wasn’t very sporting of him, but Dean didn’t give the demon a chance to finish its sentence. He pulled the trigger, saw the explosion of fire, and followed the bullet, watching it pierce Sam’s chest, right over his heart.
As Sam crumpled to the ground, a terrible kind of anguish welled up inside Dean. He knew he’d done the right thing, but the cost…the cost was terribly higher than what anyone should ever have to pay.
Tucking the gun away, Dean walked over to examine Sam’s body. Miraculously, Sam was still alive, though obviously in his death throes. “Dean…,” he whispered, raising one arm with a great effort, beckoning him closer.
“I’m here, Sammy,” Dean replied, kneeling down and cradling Sam’s head in his arms. “God, Sammy, I’m sorry! But to think of you living that way…being possessed…leading Hell to take over Earth…”
“Shhh, Dean, it’s all right,” Sam said quietly. Speaking too loudly seemed to pain him. “I forgive you. I’ve always forgiven you…even when you couldn’t forgive yourself.”
“But Sammy…you’re gonna die! Again, and for real this time. How am I supposed to go on without you?”
“You’ll find a way,” Sam responded, a shudder wracking his body. “Dean…before I’m gone…I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything” was Dean’s immediate reply.
Sam smiled wearily. “Big brother could always make it OK.”
Dean sobbed quietly. “Whenever I could, Sammy. You know I’d do anything for you.”
“A kiss before dying, then,” Sam said, closing his eyes.
Dean leaned his head down and touched his lips to Sam’s. He tried to pour all his apologies, all the words he didn’t or couldn’t say, and all his love into his kiss.
As they broke apart, Sam looked up at Dean, looking remarkably at peace for someone who was about to die because his brother had shot him. “Love you, Dean.”
Dean swallowed hard, trying to get past the lump in his throat. “Love you too, Sammy. Always love you.”
Sam smiled slightly, and closed his eyes. A minute later, his head rolled to one side, and Dean knew he was dead.
Author: bluegemeyes
Rating: PG-13, there's character death & mentions of Wincest
Word Count: 838
Prompt Word: primeval - belonging to the first or earliest age or ages; original or ancient
For graveofdreams.
Out of the five words she gave me, I chose primeval, I’m sure you’ll see why. I hope you like it, Melissa! I may have strayed a lot a bit from the original word, but it’s hard to contain myself to merely 100 words, and my brain had WAY too much fun with this. And be advised-I almost started crying while I was writing this. That's never happened before! X_X The cut text is from Genesis 4:13-14.
In the end, it played out like they knew it would.
No one wanted to see it come to this, but at the same time, it had to. The embodiment of evil on Earth had to be defeated, and who better to do it than the person who knew him best?
Genesis tells us that the first murder was a fratricide. It also tells us Cain bore a mark on his forehead for the rest of his days, telling the world what he’d done.
Fate had this battle in store for the Winchesters centuries before they were born. And while they had cheated Death many times, Destiny was a different story.
Once again, you see, jealousy was the root of the problem. Dean refused to join Sam in his quest to conquer the Earth, and the moment Sam turned his back, Dean was in the wind.
It wasn’t that Sam couldn’t find his brother; it was just a matter of tracking him down. So like Sherman’s march to the sea during the Civil War, he destroyed everything in his path that resisted-and even some things that didn’t-in his search for Dean.
He finally caught up with him just outside Syracuse, New York, a small town practically on the shores of Lake Erie. This, in fact, is where Sam found him.
“Dean.” That was all he said, but his tone spoke volumes. Why’d you leave? Where’d you go?
What happens to us now?
“I can’t help you destroy the world, Sam,” Dean said, not turning around, continuing to stare out at the wind-churned, iron-gray lake. “I can’t become your consort, one of your minions, or anything like that.”
“Dean” Sam said again, a note of pleading in his voice this time. “Can’t…couldn’t we work something out?”
“No, Sam.” Dean’s voice was calm, but the steel was very much there. “That stopped being an option the second you spilled the first drop of innocent blood.”
Sam just stood there, the picture of defeat. But if you’d looked closer, you’d have seen the fire in his eyes.
Because Winchesters don’t give up, you see. It goes against every fiber of their being.
Dean could feel Sam gathering his power. Hell yes, he was scared, but he’d be damned if was going to die hiding his face like a coward.
He turned to face Sam, raising the Colt as he did so.
Sam’s pitch-black eyes widened when he saw the gun. But he quickly recovered himself, his face changing smoothly into a smirk. “Seriously, Dean? Would you really sacrifice your brother, your precious Sammy?”
Dean’s smile was terse, and didn’t reach his ice-cold eyes. “If Sam was himself, he wouldn’t want to live the rest of his life possessed. If I believed in mercy killings, that’s probably what I’d call this.”
Sam drew back his lips in a feral snarl. "Then I guess the time for words has-"
Maybe it wasn’t very sporting of him, but Dean didn’t give the demon a chance to finish its sentence. He pulled the trigger, saw the explosion of fire, and followed the bullet, watching it pierce Sam’s chest, right over his heart.
As Sam crumpled to the ground, a terrible kind of anguish welled up inside Dean. He knew he’d done the right thing, but the cost…the cost was terribly higher than what anyone should ever have to pay.
Tucking the gun away, Dean walked over to examine Sam’s body. Miraculously, Sam was still alive, though obviously in his death throes. “Dean…,” he whispered, raising one arm with a great effort, beckoning him closer.
“I’m here, Sammy,” Dean replied, kneeling down and cradling Sam’s head in his arms. “God, Sammy, I’m sorry! But to think of you living that way…being possessed…leading Hell to take over Earth…”
“Shhh, Dean, it’s all right,” Sam said quietly. Speaking too loudly seemed to pain him. “I forgive you. I’ve always forgiven you…even when you couldn’t forgive yourself.”
“But Sammy…you’re gonna die! Again, and for real this time. How am I supposed to go on without you?”
“You’ll find a way,” Sam responded, a shudder wracking his body. “Dean…before I’m gone…I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything” was Dean’s immediate reply.
Sam smiled wearily. “Big brother could always make it OK.”
Dean sobbed quietly. “Whenever I could, Sammy. You know I’d do anything for you.”
“A kiss before dying, then,” Sam said, closing his eyes.
Dean leaned his head down and touched his lips to Sam’s. He tried to pour all his apologies, all the words he didn’t or couldn’t say, and all his love into his kiss.
As they broke apart, Sam looked up at Dean, looking remarkably at peace for someone who was about to die because his brother had shot him. “Love you, Dean.”
Dean swallowed hard, trying to get past the lump in his throat. “Love you too, Sammy. Always love you.”
Sam smiled slightly, and closed his eyes. A minute later, his head rolled to one side, and Dean knew he was dead.