Fic: Rusalka's song
It's not much, it's not that good, but at least it's something.
Title: Rusalka's song
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: grabby ghost
Character: wee/teen!Dean
Rating: G
Summary: Come with me, sweet child; spoiler-free teen!Dean ficlet.
Wordcount: 185
A/N: tigriswolf's idea number three over here. I wrote pre-series snippet. Hell must've frozen over.
Come with me, sweet child, sweet sin, sweet son; come with me into the tides, into the nights.
Her voice caresses his bones, smooth as stone and sweet as sea.
Come with me, sweet soul, sweet foal, sweet son; come with me to chase the stars, to taste the chars.
She's beautiful, her hair glistening in the moonlight; she can't be much older than him, her face round, her lips soft, her eyes like looking in a mirror.
Come with me, sweet boy, sweet toy, sweet son; come with me, away with me, stay with me.
She tastes of tears and tarnish, of forbidden fruits and stolen childhoods, her hands drawing him closer.
Come with me, play with me, forever in the sea-
Her scream's the last thing he hears before urgent hands and clashing voices shatter the dream, drag him sputtering and cold back onto the shore, his robbed reason returning with each new pull of oxygen.
Sam and Dad stare at him, but he can't justify falling for the long-dead girl's lures in any way, his heart hammering madly in the chilling night.
In other news, if I'll ever get drunk, I have to watch and meta the heck out of DragonLance: Dragons of Autumn Twilight-movie. But at least they got Raist's smirk right.
Title: Rusalka's song
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: grabby ghost
Character: wee/teen!Dean
Rating: G
Summary: Come with me, sweet child; spoiler-free teen!Dean ficlet.
Wordcount: 185
A/N: tigriswolf's idea number three over here. I wrote pre-series snippet. Hell must've frozen over.
Come with me, sweet child, sweet sin, sweet son; come with me into the tides, into the nights.
Her voice caresses his bones, smooth as stone and sweet as sea.
Come with me, sweet soul, sweet foal, sweet son; come with me to chase the stars, to taste the chars.
She's beautiful, her hair glistening in the moonlight; she can't be much older than him, her face round, her lips soft, her eyes like looking in a mirror.
Come with me, sweet boy, sweet toy, sweet son; come with me, away with me, stay with me.
She tastes of tears and tarnish, of forbidden fruits and stolen childhoods, her hands drawing him closer.
Come with me, play with me, forever in the sea-
Her scream's the last thing he hears before urgent hands and clashing voices shatter the dream, drag him sputtering and cold back onto the shore, his robbed reason returning with each new pull of oxygen.
Sam and Dad stare at him, but he can't justify falling for the long-dead girl's lures in any way, his heart hammering madly in the chilling night.
In other news, if I'll ever get drunk, I have to watch and meta the heck out of DragonLance: Dragons of Autumn Twilight-movie. But at least they got Raist's smirk right.