Fic: By the skin of my teeth [ Gen - PG-13 ]
Cause clearly, when you have other important shit to do the only sensible course of action is to write fic.
Title: By the skin of my teeth
Author: mithborien
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: “You said you could save him,” he snarls as he tightens his fingers. “I did,” she says, her mouth lengthening into a devil’s grin, “and I still can.”
Word Count: 273 words
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to 3.15 but no further.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW network. No profit is being made or is intended to be made.
Author's Notes: I have not seen the promo for 3.16 nor read any spoilers. This is purely an idea that popped into my head which I found somewhat interesting. If this actually happens on the show, well… that will be very weird (and kinda cool).
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It’s only when his knuckles lose the whiteness and he can feel the pain of his fingers unclenching that she appears with strutting legs and a know-it-all smirk.
“Hello, Sam,” Ruby says.
He moves without thinking, Dean’s body tumbling into the dirt at his feet but she doesn’t even try to resist when he goes for her throat.
Her body’s feather light as he lifts her off the ground. Her long hair flutters against his face with the scent of sulphur.
“You said you could save him,” he snarls as he tightens his fingers.
“I did,” she says, her mouth lengthening into a devil’s grin, “and I still can.”
He’s this close to snapping her neck, even knowing it won’t do a damn thing but he forces himself to pause, to wait. This past year has been one false hope after another and he wants to see this final one squashed before he gets rid of Ruby for good.
“Prove it,” he says, and Ruby smiles, her stolen eyes light up and he can feel the skin under his hand flexing as she holds back laughter.
It’s in her silence that he hears the footsteps behind him, the slight rattle of disturbed gravel. He turns and the first thing he sees are the rips and tears in her clothes, some are bandaged, white stained with red, but she still moves smoothly as she walks towards him.
Then he looks up and sees her face. She looks older, worn out, death warmed up and served on a plate. But her eyes are fierce. They’re shining and harsh but undoubtedly alive.
“Hello, Sam,” Bela says.
~
Title: By the skin of my teeth
Author: mithborien
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: “You said you could save him,” he snarls as he tightens his fingers. “I did,” she says, her mouth lengthening into a devil’s grin, “and I still can.”
Word Count: 273 words
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to 3.15 but no further.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW network. No profit is being made or is intended to be made.
Author's Notes: I have not seen the promo for 3.16 nor read any spoilers. This is purely an idea that popped into my head which I found somewhat interesting. If this actually happens on the show, well… that will be very weird (and kinda cool).
~
It’s only when his knuckles lose the whiteness and he can feel the pain of his fingers unclenching that she appears with strutting legs and a know-it-all smirk.
“Hello, Sam,” Ruby says.
He moves without thinking, Dean’s body tumbling into the dirt at his feet but she doesn’t even try to resist when he goes for her throat.
Her body’s feather light as he lifts her off the ground. Her long hair flutters against his face with the scent of sulphur.
“You said you could save him,” he snarls as he tightens his fingers.
“I did,” she says, her mouth lengthening into a devil’s grin, “and I still can.”
He’s this close to snapping her neck, even knowing it won’t do a damn thing but he forces himself to pause, to wait. This past year has been one false hope after another and he wants to see this final one squashed before he gets rid of Ruby for good.
“Prove it,” he says, and Ruby smiles, her stolen eyes light up and he can feel the skin under his hand flexing as she holds back laughter.
It’s in her silence that he hears the footsteps behind him, the slight rattle of disturbed gravel. He turns and the first thing he sees are the rips and tears in her clothes, some are bandaged, white stained with red, but she still moves smoothly as she walks towards him.
Then he looks up and sees her face. She looks older, worn out, death warmed up and served on a plate. But her eyes are fierce. They’re shining and harsh but undoubtedly alive.
“Hello, Sam,” Bela says.
~