Fic: Moments from the End (Sam, Dean)
Title: Moments from the End
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam & Dean
Prompt: “let’s be meteors, let’s be the quiet realization that our time has passed.”
Word Count: 308
Rating: PG
Summary: The truth is that they’re not going to win this one.
Notes: Written for the prompt here. 14/2/12.
The truth is that they’re not going to win this one.
“Nice knowing you, Sammie.” A hand slaps his back; it hurts his heart more. Speaks of things that are soon going to be gone. Past. Passed by like memories, only they haven’t happened yet, so how can they be memories?
“You too, Dean,” he says. And he means it, really he does. There is no one he has met who is quite like his brother. He’s certain that there never will be anyone quite like Dean. No one is as stubborn, as girl-crazy, as intent to rid the world of demons. Well. Maybe Dean was like their dad a bit. But their dad is not Dean.
The end is nearing. Closer with every second. Oblivious to pain and emotions and fear.
It destroys all. The demon, the ritual, the gloomy end of days. Soon all their worries will float away. They will be free. In a sense. If their souls aren’t ripped from their bodies and sent straight to Hell for an eternity. Then, freedom will be further away from them than anything.
“So,” he says. “Beer?” What else is there left for them to do? Might as well lean back and watch the world crash and burn. Their last efforts have been smashed to pieces and there is no time for another plan.
The end of the world is moments away.
They clink bottles. The sound is deafening in the silence of the end. In the black, in the dark, in the last seconds that life is. “So, dying. As in dying for real. What do you think it’ll be like?” Dean is looking at him. Seriousness in his expression.
“I don’t know,” he admits. He doesn’t. How could he know such a thing?
The sky lights up, flashes, booms, crashes,
And then there is nothing.
fin.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam & Dean
Prompt: “let’s be meteors, let’s be the quiet realization that our time has passed.”
Word Count: 308
Rating: PG
Summary: The truth is that they’re not going to win this one.
Notes: Written for the prompt here. 14/2/12.
The truth is that they’re not going to win this one.
“Nice knowing you, Sammie.” A hand slaps his back; it hurts his heart more. Speaks of things that are soon going to be gone. Past. Passed by like memories, only they haven’t happened yet, so how can they be memories?
“You too, Dean,” he says. And he means it, really he does. There is no one he has met who is quite like his brother. He’s certain that there never will be anyone quite like Dean. No one is as stubborn, as girl-crazy, as intent to rid the world of demons. Well. Maybe Dean was like their dad a bit. But their dad is not Dean.
The end is nearing. Closer with every second. Oblivious to pain and emotions and fear.
It destroys all. The demon, the ritual, the gloomy end of days. Soon all their worries will float away. They will be free. In a sense. If their souls aren’t ripped from their bodies and sent straight to Hell for an eternity. Then, freedom will be further away from them than anything.
“So,” he says. “Beer?” What else is there left for them to do? Might as well lean back and watch the world crash and burn. Their last efforts have been smashed to pieces and there is no time for another plan.
The end of the world is moments away.
They clink bottles. The sound is deafening in the silence of the end. In the black, in the dark, in the last seconds that life is. “So, dying. As in dying for real. What do you think it’ll be like?” Dean is looking at him. Seriousness in his expression.
“I don’t know,” he admits. He doesn’t. How could he know such a thing?
The sky lights up, flashes, booms, crashes,
And then there is nothing.
fin.