3.16-inspired ficlet
Title: What a Brat
Words: about 400.
notes: Gen. Just some wishful thinking after seeing the finale. Dean is never not awesome.
Lilith smiled. She’d had to escape before that annoying brother had ruined everything, but she’d have him back soon. Then everything would be wonderful again.
~*~*~*~*~
The pain. Oh god, the pain. It was the only thing he knew, except for his brother’s name.
Then, the dull brass amulet still around his neck glowed. It melted, dissolving into his torn flesh. After all the struggling, he was finally able to pull the hooks and chains free from his body.
He fell through the dull cloudy world, pieces of skin and flesh sloughing off as he dropped past the web of chains. New skin and shining wings were revealed, like a snake shedding an old, too small skin.
The chains narrowed from an elaborate network of pain to a woven platform of metal. The bronze light that made up the wings seemed to cool and settle into shining feathers. The being’s feet touched lightly onto the platform.
So this was why she’d wanted him down here so bad. Oh, she’d always been so clever, lying to everyone and smiling about it. Well. He was here now, and little Lilith was long overdue for her punishment.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Dean (he quite liked the name, he’d decided to keep it, it was nice and earthy) manifested quite neatly on earth. He tucked his wings away, clothing himself in comfortable jeans, boots and a couple layers of shirts. He stood, taking in the delightful unique scents of earth - car exhaust, trees, meat being barbecued - delicious.
He closed his eyes and focused outward, trying to find one wayward girl. Ah. There she was. She wanted him so bad, well, now she’d have him.
He appeared silently in her room. At least she’d finally chosen to grow up a little - the string of child bodies she’d left was tragic.
“Lilith.”
“Daddy!” She ran to him, enveloping his strong frame in a hug. “I missed you so much! Now we can have a party! With cake and games!”
“You’ve had enough cake, and played too many games already. Sorry pumpkin, but it’s time to stop,” he told her, looking down at her spindly teenage frame.
“But I don’t wanna!”
“Too bad. Your bad games have hurt someone I really loved,” Dean said as he quickly and precisely twisted her neck, feeling a moment of triumph at the nice sharp crack and wriggling white sparks that flashed over her body.
There. That was finally done with. Now to see what Sammy has been up to.
Words: about 400.
notes: Gen. Just some wishful thinking after seeing the finale. Dean is never not awesome.
Lilith smiled. She’d had to escape before that annoying brother had ruined everything, but she’d have him back soon. Then everything would be wonderful again.
~*~*~*~*~
The pain. Oh god, the pain. It was the only thing he knew, except for his brother’s name.
Then, the dull brass amulet still around his neck glowed. It melted, dissolving into his torn flesh. After all the struggling, he was finally able to pull the hooks and chains free from his body.
He fell through the dull cloudy world, pieces of skin and flesh sloughing off as he dropped past the web of chains. New skin and shining wings were revealed, like a snake shedding an old, too small skin.
The chains narrowed from an elaborate network of pain to a woven platform of metal. The bronze light that made up the wings seemed to cool and settle into shining feathers. The being’s feet touched lightly onto the platform.
So this was why she’d wanted him down here so bad. Oh, she’d always been so clever, lying to everyone and smiling about it. Well. He was here now, and little Lilith was long overdue for her punishment.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Dean (he quite liked the name, he’d decided to keep it, it was nice and earthy) manifested quite neatly on earth. He tucked his wings away, clothing himself in comfortable jeans, boots and a couple layers of shirts. He stood, taking in the delightful unique scents of earth - car exhaust, trees, meat being barbecued - delicious.
He closed his eyes and focused outward, trying to find one wayward girl. Ah. There she was. She wanted him so bad, well, now she’d have him.
He appeared silently in her room. At least she’d finally chosen to grow up a little - the string of child bodies she’d left was tragic.
“Lilith.”
“Daddy!” She ran to him, enveloping his strong frame in a hug. “I missed you so much! Now we can have a party! With cake and games!”
“You’ve had enough cake, and played too many games already. Sorry pumpkin, but it’s time to stop,” he told her, looking down at her spindly teenage frame.
“But I don’t wanna!”
“Too bad. Your bad games have hurt someone I really loved,” Dean said as he quickly and precisely twisted her neck, feeling a moment of triumph at the nice sharp crack and wriggling white sparks that flashed over her body.
There. That was finally done with. Now to see what Sammy has been up to.