Supernatural Drabbles
Because
pheebs1's prompts are so damn good, there's two!
Waiting
Both stand, visages of beauty, both sacrificed, both lost, both dressed in white for eternity.
"He’s trying," She tells her, the most recent loss in the family, but she’s bitter, and swallows a retort out of respect for her lover’s mother.
"I know."
But both of them realise it is not only for Jessica’s anger that the dreams of fire and brimstone follow Sam around, and both know this is out of their hands, both know they cannot meddle, and both stand by the gates, waiting for their family. Waiting for the inevitable, waiting for the end of it all.
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Running
The moves are familiar; they are a part of you as if the gun itself is a mere extension of your arm. Your hands run over the grooves, you could reload in the dark if you had to. You’ve been doing it since you were seven years old, and watching long before that. Cock, reload, there’s nothing simpler, and nothing more complicated when the gun jams and lets you know there's no more bullets, and nothing left to throw.
Shit
It's still coming at you, only now, it seems pleased.
Shit
You take one last look, and run like hell.
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