SN drabbles - gen, PG
Title: the child is strong
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Gordon Lightfoot
Warnings: spoilers for “Faith”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 240
Point of view: third
A boy will come to your tent tomorrow, he told Roy. A powerful, shining boy. With him will be a shadow. Pick that shadow. Heal that shadow. I will protect you if you do-and if you don’t… if you let that shadow leave as dark as it came, I will personally insure that your death will be more painful than any since the last crucifixion. Am I clear?
Roy listened to nuances in the man’s voice: surety and power gave him strength. The man was certain his wishes would be followed.
I heal as the Lord directs, Roy answered. He feared nothing mortal, not since he woke after he should have died.
No, the man countered. You heal as you choose. And you will choose the shadow accompanying the light, or you will suffer. Believe me, padre-heal the shadow.
And the man was gone.
Into the tent walked a beacon brighter than anything Roy had seen when he had eyes. Brighter than the moon and the stars, and even the sun-he nearly held up his hand to shade his eyes, the glow was so much.
And next to the light trudged a fading shadow. In the darkness at its center pulsed a flickering, faint shine. So pure, so small… Roy could see that this shadow used to be even brighter than the other.
When the shadow spoke, Roy knew he would do as the man wished.
Title: This is the story of you and me
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Luther Vandross
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 310
Point of view: third
Her army is dust before him, smoke and ash and the scent of sulfur. Her castle of bone and ivory crumbles at his scantest touch, leaving her dark throne in the midst of rubble. Her banner unravels and the threads settle at his feet.
She stands alone against him at the end, body wracked with shivers as snow falls in Hell for the first time since the beginning.
“Lilith,” he says softly, caressing her pale cheek with his bloody handy. “Beautiful, arrogant Lilith.”
She glares at him, jaw quivering with held-in words.
He will ask it once. “Where is my brother?”
“Not here,” she answers. “Nowhere you can find him.” Her eyes flash with hate, rage, one final chance at defiance. She has had supreme power for eons, since Lucifer vanished. She has forgotten the cloying taste of fear.
His anger lashes for her, settling around her in chains. “Lilith,” he purrs, stalking closer, circling her. “I am not in the mood. I just destroyed your kingdom. I want my brother. Now.”
She smirks. “He isn’t here, boy.” She stares at him straight on. “He isn’t anywhere anymore.”
Her army is gone, along with her court. All of her followers are dead or fled. She has no reason to lie-except to cause him pain, vengeance for the destruction.
He rips apart her mind, digging for any piece of information. He shatters her consciousness, leaving her an empty shell, and then he burns her body from existence.
She did not lie. He single-handedly defeated Hell and Lilith did not lie. Standing in the center of the Pit, he screams, throwing outward and upward all the emotions he’s held tightly in his grasp for a year, desperation and rage and pain and fear. Hell trembles at the onslaught, teetering on the edge of oblivion-
Lilith did not lie and Hell falls.
Title: the underworld lashing back
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Adrienne Rich
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 100
Blood in the water-fresh, pure. Spreading out, little droplets of red, fading away into the clear blue.
Blood in the water, churning and burning-the water was holy, until touched by the red.
Pure blood, fresh blood-pure darkness, fresh from Hell.
Sodden silver, pouring down-holiest of holies, tainted and torn. Holiest of holies, silver to crimson to gone.
Blood in the water, spreading a message across the world: Brother. Brother. Come. I’m here.
Blood in the water, touching all land, seeping into the dirt and the air.
Blood in the water speaks: Come back to me, Dean.
Title: Prophet
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for up to “Malleus Maleficarum”; speculation; shades of AUness
Pairings: lightly implied Ruby/Samuel Colt
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Notes: I got to wondering… why does the handy-dandy Kill Anything gun work on Azazel of the yellow eyes, and not on Not!Tammy of the usual black? Hmm?
He doesn’t trust her. Wise of him. He accepts help, though, because he cares for those foolish, foolhardy boys, and they will need Samuel Colt’s treasure in the days to come.
It won’t be as good as the original, of course. She is not the craftsmen dear Samuel was, and neither is the human. This secondhand Colt will only work on lower-level demons, the dregs, the young ones.
She has her meat-suit lightly trace the gun. Samuel was a master, that the metal still tingles with power.
And now another Samuel commands it. Maybe this one will finally be enough.
Title: You will be alone always and then you will die
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my character; title from Richard Siken
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
When Dean dies, it’s quiet. Gentle. He doesn’t fight or cling to life, or even try to speak, to utter some last words into the still night.
Dean doesn’t do anything but look up at the sky while his heart stutters and then stops, brain clearing every thought but one.
It’s been a long time coming, this final moment, and he’s glad for it. The sky is dotted with stars and the Cheshire Cat moon grinning down at him, knowing secrets he can’t begin to fathom and doesn’t want to.
He doesn’t fight. Doesn’t even think about it. Lets go.