Fic: I'm sticking to the right, 1/1
Turns out I banged my wrist bad enough to put it out of commission for a moment. This does not a happy Sade make.
But I've had AC/DC's Hells Bells stuck in my head, and an itch to write something, while at the same time dodging spoilers. I'm still blessedly ignorant of what'll happen in the Finale, and wish to remain so until I can catch the ep. My hopes can be summed up as "end the Season the way it begun".
Title: I'm sticking to the right
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Dean
Warnings: No spoilers, nothing
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Summary: May 2nd.
A/N: Title from AC/DC'S Hell's Bells.
Length:~86 words
The metal is still hot under his butt, the gravel quiet, his pulse as fast as his brother's.
This is it, the seconds tick, the night grows old.
The moon hides behind the clouds, the streetlamp dead, the headlights sharp in the night.
They wait, no words left, nothing to share, and hear the baying of hounds.
There's a shiver under his skin, a final pat on the old metal, the crunch beneath his boots.
Dean steps forward to face his fate.
And Sam changes it.
Hells bells, they're taking you down
Hells bells, they're dragging you down
Hells bells, gonna split the night
Hells bells, there's no way to fight
Hells bells
But I've had AC/DC's Hells Bells stuck in my head, and an itch to write something, while at the same time dodging spoilers. I'm still blessedly ignorant of what'll happen in the Finale, and wish to remain so until I can catch the ep. My hopes can be summed up as "end the Season the way it begun".
Title: I'm sticking to the right
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Dean
Warnings: No spoilers, nothing
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Summary: May 2nd.
A/N: Title from AC/DC'S Hell's Bells.
Length:~86 words
The metal is still hot under his butt, the gravel quiet, his pulse as fast as his brother's.
This is it, the seconds tick, the night grows old.
The moon hides behind the clouds, the streetlamp dead, the headlights sharp in the night.
They wait, no words left, nothing to share, and hear the baying of hounds.
There's a shiver under his skin, a final pat on the old metal, the crunch beneath his boots.
Dean steps forward to face his fate.
And Sam changes it.
Hells bells, they're taking you down
Hells bells, they're dragging you down
Hells bells, gonna split the night
Hells bells, there's no way to fight
Hells bells