Drabble: Kwatee (SPN, Sam/Dean)
Summary: Sam jotted the myth down in the notebook beside his father's cryptic warnings about the monsters of Lake Quinault. Kwatee sat on a rock and pulled a blanket over his face, thereby turning himself into stone. And then, in the margin, Some sources say a mountain. And finally, Creator/trickster figure. Possibly benevolent. If change is benevolent. For kimberlyfdr.
Kwatee
Dean buries the carved stone in a strip of tall grass by the highway.
Sam watches, thinking how in the legend the god of change gets old and tired and becomes a mountain; thinks how this ossified desire still comes at the sight of Dean's bowed head, the bare back of his neck.
"People keep messing with shit they don't understand." Dean knocks dirt off his hands. "Fuckers just can't leave it alone."
Sam shrugs. "We don't meet the ones who never try."
Dean glances at him sidelong, but says nothing.
Around them, empty fields spill from horizon to horizon.
Kwatee
Dean buries the carved stone in a strip of tall grass by the highway.
Sam watches, thinking how in the legend the god of change gets old and tired and becomes a mountain; thinks how this ossified desire still comes at the sight of Dean's bowed head, the bare back of his neck.
"People keep messing with shit they don't understand." Dean knocks dirt off his hands. "Fuckers just can't leave it alone."
Sam shrugs. "We don't meet the ones who never try."
Dean glances at him sidelong, but says nothing.
Around them, empty fields spill from horizon to horizon.