Drabbling Take 8?? SPN, Inefficacious
Title: Inefficacious
Author: Curt Kenobi
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: He knows he doesn't want to hear what's coming. 5.04"The End"!verse/apoca!fic.
Rating: PG/K+ (cos it's angsty)
Word Count: 100 (w00t, an actual drabble!)
Disclaimer: This is all Kripke's bad trip. I just add my own dashes for fun. Don't sue me -- I is po'.
A/N: Totally got hit with this idea right before I passed out this afternoon and scribbled it down in like a few minutes. Polished up it just a bit ago; it's just a little something.
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“You can’t save everyone,” Cas offers as Dean spirals further into his closed-in rage. The green glare cuts across the distance between them with intent, as surely as the Bowie would. Cas stares at the blood-covered, balled fists - at Dean’s tense, wired, worn form. The light glinting upon the bottle in his hand.
He knows he doesn’t want to hear what’s coming.
“And you can’t save anyone!”
I saved you - it’s on the tip of his tongue. But Dean’s right: that was Castiel. And looking at the ragged man before him, what’s left of Dean Winchester, -Cas- realises he’s right.
(Lyric in the break is from “Blue" by A Perfect Circle.)
Author: Curt Kenobi
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: He knows he doesn't want to hear what's coming. 5.04"The End"!verse/apoca!fic.
Rating: PG/K+ (cos it's angsty)
Word Count: 100 (w00t, an actual drabble!)
Disclaimer: This is all Kripke's bad trip. I just add my own dashes for fun. Don't sue me -- I is po'.
A/N: Totally got hit with this idea right before I passed out this afternoon and scribbled it down in like a few minutes. Polished up it just a bit ago; it's just a little something.
-----I---j-u-s-t---d-i-d-n-’t---w-a-n-t---t-o---k-n-o-w-----
“You can’t save everyone,” Cas offers as Dean spirals further into his closed-in rage. The green glare cuts across the distance between them with intent, as surely as the Bowie would. Cas stares at the blood-covered, balled fists - at Dean’s tense, wired, worn form. The light glinting upon the bottle in his hand.
He knows he doesn’t want to hear what’s coming.
“And you can’t save anyone!”
I saved you - it’s on the tip of his tongue. But Dean’s right: that was Castiel. And looking at the ragged man before him, what’s left of Dean Winchester, -Cas- realises he’s right.
(Lyric in the break is from “Blue" by A Perfect Circle.)