D - Never
Title: Never
Author: perfumedgraces @ livejournal.com
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None; Ellen Harvelle gen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: "All Hell Breaks Loose: Pts 1 & 2", general season 2 & season 3
Word Count: 379
Prompt: "I'm sick and tired of waiting" - for drabble week six of pretty_stickers
Summary: Ellen reflects
A/N: I've never written Supernatural and after watching the end of season 2 on DVD recently, I think I'm gonna go out on a limb and try it.
It was obvious that things were changing, but the changes had been gradual. Things had started to shift into something new, something different, before the Gate of Hell was opened. It was a lot to comprehend, and she wasn’t sure she could do it alone. Tipping the glass back, Ellen let the bourbon burn its way down her throat. She didn’t hardly smile anymore, like she used to. No one did. They all knew the dangers of what was out there, they knew the potential for destruction that 200 demons brought on.
200 demons.
The images were burned into her mind; images of the Roadhouse, the flames sky high. The burnt corpses of her friends and allies. The men and women who had worked hard to make everything just a little better for the rest of the world.
“A lot of good people died in there.”
Another shot. She frowned, staring down into the bottom of the glass. The room was quiet for a moment, the implications of the tragedy they experienced, the pain they lived, sinking in just a little deeper. She was tired of fighting. She was tired of working so hard for so long and having the knowledge that now, none of that mattered.
No. She couldn’t think that way. It did matter. Her kind had saved many innocent lives over the past few years and they weren’t gonna stop now. There were 200 demons out there who needed their asses kicked straight back to hell.
But couldn’t she just take a break? Hadn’t she and her family, her friends, given enough? A voice in the back of her head, a voice of reason, knew that what she had given didn’t matter. People needed her. It didn’t change the fact that these beings, these otherworldly demons, had taken so much from her in such a short period of time. She downed another shot, before setting her head on her arm.
“I’m sick and tired of waiting for this to be over.”
Sam’s quiet voice was full of pain and full of comfort at the same time.
“We all do.” But it was Bobby that spoke the truth, the truth they all knew deep down. Even if they didn’t want to accept it.
“It’ll never be over.”
Author: perfumedgraces @ livejournal.com
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None; Ellen Harvelle gen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: "All Hell Breaks Loose: Pts 1 & 2", general season 2 & season 3
Word Count: 379
Prompt: "I'm sick and tired of waiting" - for drabble week six of pretty_stickers
Summary: Ellen reflects
A/N: I've never written Supernatural and after watching the end of season 2 on DVD recently, I think I'm gonna go out on a limb and try it.
It was obvious that things were changing, but the changes had been gradual. Things had started to shift into something new, something different, before the Gate of Hell was opened. It was a lot to comprehend, and she wasn’t sure she could do it alone. Tipping the glass back, Ellen let the bourbon burn its way down her throat. She didn’t hardly smile anymore, like she used to. No one did. They all knew the dangers of what was out there, they knew the potential for destruction that 200 demons brought on.
200 demons.
The images were burned into her mind; images of the Roadhouse, the flames sky high. The burnt corpses of her friends and allies. The men and women who had worked hard to make everything just a little better for the rest of the world.
“A lot of good people died in there.”
Another shot. She frowned, staring down into the bottom of the glass. The room was quiet for a moment, the implications of the tragedy they experienced, the pain they lived, sinking in just a little deeper. She was tired of fighting. She was tired of working so hard for so long and having the knowledge that now, none of that mattered.
No. She couldn’t think that way. It did matter. Her kind had saved many innocent lives over the past few years and they weren’t gonna stop now. There were 200 demons out there who needed their asses kicked straight back to hell.
But couldn’t she just take a break? Hadn’t she and her family, her friends, given enough? A voice in the back of her head, a voice of reason, knew that what she had given didn’t matter. People needed her. It didn’t change the fact that these beings, these otherworldly demons, had taken so much from her in such a short period of time. She downed another shot, before setting her head on her arm.
“I’m sick and tired of waiting for this to be over.”
Sam’s quiet voice was full of pain and full of comfort at the same time.
“We all do.” But it was Bobby that spoke the truth, the truth they all knew deep down. Even if they didn’t want to accept it.
“It’ll never be over.”