Supernatural - Don't They Know It's The End Of The World? - G
Title: Don't They Know It's The End Of The World?
Author: dametokillfor
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester. (NO WINCEST).
Summary: For the comment_fic prompt, "Clock striking midnight on New Year's Eve"
Spoilers: Upto 5x10: Abandon All Hope.
POV: Third
They sit together in the run down motel, eyes fixed on the small TV in the corner of the room. It's showing some New Year's countdown, an obnoxious host announcing that '09 has been awesome! and that next year's gonna be even better!
The only organic sound in the room is a snort from Dean before he takes another drag on his bottle of beer. Sam wishes he could be optimistic, tell his brother to stop being so cynical but it's the damn apocalypse. Optimism is thin on the ground.
2009 hasn't been awesome. He raised the devil, two horsemen are loose, friends have been killed, the world is falling apart and seemingly the only way to stop it is for he and Dean to take part in some battle royale which only one of them will survive.
There was the fact they killed a Pagan God in Paris Hilton's body though. So the year wasn't without it's perks.
The crowd gathered on the TV start their countdown to the new year.
Sam looks across to his brother, his best friend. He's on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, bottle dangling loosely between his fingers. He looks exhausted, much older than his - physical - 31 years. Sam wishes there was some way he could just let his brother rest, let Dean be at peace for a change.
As the countdown hits 'one' on the TV, the older Winchester turns to look at his brother, a small smile upon his face, one Sam can't help but match. In sync, the brothers raise their bottles, reaching over the gap between the two beds and tapping them together.
They don't exchange any words, happy new year doesn't seem appropriate. Instead they simply sit drinking their beer in silence, trying not to focus on the fact that, once again, this could be their last.
Author: dametokillfor
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester. (NO WINCEST).
Summary: For the comment_fic prompt, "Clock striking midnight on New Year's Eve"
Spoilers: Upto 5x10: Abandon All Hope.
POV: Third
They sit together in the run down motel, eyes fixed on the small TV in the corner of the room. It's showing some New Year's countdown, an obnoxious host announcing that '09 has been awesome! and that next year's gonna be even better!
The only organic sound in the room is a snort from Dean before he takes another drag on his bottle of beer. Sam wishes he could be optimistic, tell his brother to stop being so cynical but it's the damn apocalypse. Optimism is thin on the ground.
2009 hasn't been awesome. He raised the devil, two horsemen are loose, friends have been killed, the world is falling apart and seemingly the only way to stop it is for he and Dean to take part in some battle royale which only one of them will survive.
There was the fact they killed a Pagan God in Paris Hilton's body though. So the year wasn't without it's perks.
The crowd gathered on the TV start their countdown to the new year.
Sam looks across to his brother, his best friend. He's on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, bottle dangling loosely between his fingers. He looks exhausted, much older than his - physical - 31 years. Sam wishes there was some way he could just let his brother rest, let Dean be at peace for a change.
As the countdown hits 'one' on the TV, the older Winchester turns to look at his brother, a small smile upon his face, one Sam can't help but match. In sync, the brothers raise their bottles, reaching over the gap between the two beds and tapping them together.
They don't exchange any words, happy new year doesn't seem appropriate. Instead they simply sit drinking their beer in silence, trying not to focus on the fact that, once again, this could be their last.