Table #4 Prompt: Fire
Title: Grand Orchestration
Author: Kristi
Summary: It’s all come down to this, his entire life compressed to this one moment.
Written for SPN 13: Table # 4 prompt: fire
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 3
Word Count: 416
Sometimes Sam feels like a sword, thrust into a fire and taken out when molten then beat into submission. His entire life has been forged in fire. It started when he was six months old and he’s not sure it’s let up since then.
He once told Dean they were raised to be warriors. He still thinks that but now he’s grateful. John and Dean have given him all the tools he needs to go through with this. Sometimes he’d like to figure out a way to drag John out of Hell just so he can ask him how long he’d known. Did he raise him this way because he knew that one of these days it would come to this?
And his Mom…did she know?
Fuck. For that matter did Ruby or Azazel know? He doesn’t think they did and it makes him chuckle. In the end, he’s getting the last laugh.
He feels like his entire life might have been a conspiracy. Maybe Dad and Mom were both in on it. If this were a novel that’s exactly how it would end up. And then he feels guilty. He never knew his Mom but she’s revered by the Winchesters as some kind of saint. Of course if this were some tragic play, she’d end up the bad guy all along because no one suspects the saint.
Right now bad guys and good guys are a blur. They don’t wear black hats or white hats. All the heroes are dead and he’s all alone.
All alone.
He hated that as a child.
He hates that now. But he won’t be for long.
Dean is possibly the only innocent in this whole tragedy. That makes Sam laugh again, to think of Dean as innocent but then it is true. Sammy’s destiny was written long ago. Dean was just the protector, the guardian, the sacrificial lamb that would push him
Right.
Over.
The.
Edge.
Sam has come to accept that’s what this is. His destiny. A grand orchestration.
He stands in front of the gates, colt in hand. It’s May 18, 2007. Dean has been dead less than twenty four hours. He fits the colt into the lock, turns the latch and opens the gate. If he has to kill every son of a bitch in Hell, he’ll get his brother back. Sam’s not sure what Hell hoped to get out of cashing in on Dean’s deal but he’s going to bet Hell never bargained on this.
Author: Kristi
Summary: It’s all come down to this, his entire life compressed to this one moment.
Written for SPN 13: Table # 4 prompt: fire
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 3
Word Count: 416
Sometimes Sam feels like a sword, thrust into a fire and taken out when molten then beat into submission. His entire life has been forged in fire. It started when he was six months old and he’s not sure it’s let up since then.
He once told Dean they were raised to be warriors. He still thinks that but now he’s grateful. John and Dean have given him all the tools he needs to go through with this. Sometimes he’d like to figure out a way to drag John out of Hell just so he can ask him how long he’d known. Did he raise him this way because he knew that one of these days it would come to this?
And his Mom…did she know?
Fuck. For that matter did Ruby or Azazel know? He doesn’t think they did and it makes him chuckle. In the end, he’s getting the last laugh.
He feels like his entire life might have been a conspiracy. Maybe Dad and Mom were both in on it. If this were a novel that’s exactly how it would end up. And then he feels guilty. He never knew his Mom but she’s revered by the Winchesters as some kind of saint. Of course if this were some tragic play, she’d end up the bad guy all along because no one suspects the saint.
Right now bad guys and good guys are a blur. They don’t wear black hats or white hats. All the heroes are dead and he’s all alone.
All alone.
He hated that as a child.
He hates that now. But he won’t be for long.
Dean is possibly the only innocent in this whole tragedy. That makes Sam laugh again, to think of Dean as innocent but then it is true. Sammy’s destiny was written long ago. Dean was just the protector, the guardian, the sacrificial lamb that would push him
Right.
Over.
The.
Edge.
Sam has come to accept that’s what this is. His destiny. A grand orchestration.
He stands in front of the gates, colt in hand. It’s May 18, 2007. Dean has been dead less than twenty four hours. He fits the colt into the lock, turns the latch and opens the gate. If he has to kill every son of a bitch in Hell, he’ll get his brother back. Sam’s not sure what Hell hoped to get out of cashing in on Dean’s deal but he’s going to bet Hell never bargained on this.