Fic: Via Apotheosis
Still spoilerfree. I have the best flist a spoilerphobe could possibly hope for. *smishes you all silly*
What I lack, however, are emails from the last couple of days. So hugemind, tj_smartz (or anyone else, really)... if you've sent me something, please do so again and direct it to sade (dot) lyrate (at) gmail (dot) com (sans the spaces and stuff, 'course). Thank You.
Title: Via Apotheosis
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
Warnings: Slightly spoilerious up to and including 3x16
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: Gen
Wordcount: 147
Summary: Death was merely the beginning.
A/N: When the Muse bites, you write. No matter how dead from RL/the stupid cold you've caught you are.
Also, my brain insists this is related to Shouldn't have done that.
After
Something's different.
Then
He calls out, screams inside his head until the walls break and he can reach.
After
He remembers all of it, cannot make himself forget the terror of that time that wasn't and then turned into truth. The time before.
Then
"When you gaze into the abyss", a writer once postulated, "the abyss gazes also into you."
He wasn't wrong.
After
He's not sure if it's just him, just Dean, just the world that's different. But it's there, the whisper of change and the hunger for more.
Then
It's nothing new, though; he did behold the churning chaos when Jake became Ol' Yellow-Eyes' lapdog and paid in blood for opening the gates.
So Sam looks, long and deep and daring it to blink.
After
But then, it doesn't really matter.
Then
He reaches, feels fingers under his own and draws his brother home.
What I lack, however, are emails from the last couple of days. So hugemind, tj_smartz (or anyone else, really)... if you've sent me something, please do so again and direct it to sade (dot) lyrate (at) gmail (dot) com (sans the spaces and stuff, 'course). Thank You.
Title: Via Apotheosis
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
Warnings: Slightly spoilerious up to and including 3x16
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: Gen
Wordcount: 147
Summary: Death was merely the beginning.
A/N: When the Muse bites, you write. No matter how dead from RL/the stupid cold you've caught you are.
Also, my brain insists this is related to Shouldn't have done that.
After
Something's different.
Then
He calls out, screams inside his head until the walls break and he can reach.
After
He remembers all of it, cannot make himself forget the terror of that time that wasn't and then turned into truth. The time before.
Then
"When you gaze into the abyss", a writer once postulated, "the abyss gazes also into you."
He wasn't wrong.
After
He's not sure if it's just him, just Dean, just the world that's different. But it's there, the whisper of change and the hunger for more.
Then
It's nothing new, though; he did behold the churning chaos when Jake became Ol' Yellow-Eyes' lapdog and paid in blood for opening the gates.
So Sam looks, long and deep and daring it to blink.
After
But then, it doesn't really matter.
Then
He reaches, feels fingers under his own and draws his brother home.