Bleed The Skies - Sam-centric,Dean- PG - For all the Sam Girls in my flist
Title: Bleed The Skies -1/1
Author: force-oblique
Rating: PG/ PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Dean,Sam - Sam-centric, bordering on Evil!Sam
Spoilers/Warnings: Mostly 3x16 // A bit Angsty for Sam and the blood imagery is powerful..
Word Count: 895
Summary: What if Dean took your soul with him when he died?
If your soul is not in place anymore, what tells you that heaven is where it’s gonna end up?
It might as well be hell and you might as well go there with a grin on your face and your hands crimson red.
Author's Notes:It is a bit crappy, I am sorry, but I wrote it in like 15 minutes...
~ English is not my native language so excuse any crappiness and/or mistakes!
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to:
[1]jeanniefillion for her birthday
[2]kris-21 because she asked for a Sam/Dean fiction and since she is a Sam girl... This will do! XD
Majorly Crossposted at:daysofthereapermoon-hunterswincest-freesn-ficspn-fanficspooky-fictionsupernaturalfic, hurt-sam
Bleed The Skies - Sam Fiction
Is it ok to cry? Is it okay to spill tears even for things that cannot change?
Is it okay to cry when those same things can change your life?
When there’s blood on your hands that’s not yours? When your clothes are soaked in blood and your face soaked in tears, is it a disgrace?
Is it a sign of weakness? And if it is, is it unforgivable?
Is it not excusable? When you lose something you’ve valued more than your life, is it okay to fall?
Is it ok to crumble just like the walls you’ve spent years building around your heart?
Would anyone frown upon it?
If anyone mocked you or ridiculed you for your inability to overcome life’s hurdles ,is it okay not to care? Is it okay not giving a damn?
Because that’s exactly what he felt.
He could see nothing other than the loss of his brother in front of his eyes. His face, the blood coming out of him, as if it were afraid too to accompany him in hell…
And he could hear nothing but Dean’s screams piercing the air like a thousand daggers aimed at him to scar his soul….
Because each vowel, each consonant had nailed its way into his heart, so hard that Sam felt his heart heavy, burdened…
Filled with something as heavy as lead and he knew what it was…
It was sorrow, it was despair. It was rage and all those combined produced the blackness that had almost engulfed him…
So is it still okay? Is it okay to feel like you are losing control of yourself?
Is it okay to feel that your hand might get a life of its own if you don’t move now? If you don’t exert revenge?
Is it okay not to care if you lose yourself or not in the process?
When all you can see is red and black, when all you can hear is curses and screams, when all you can taste is bile and hatred, when all you can smell is decay and ashes who can really stop you?
Who can put himself in front of you and not flinch, not falter?
Who can be calm opposite you when your eyes are one golden tint away from human, when your hands have torn anything you had in front of you apart?
When your voice resounds four parts murder, one part regret who can rise up against you?
Are you still human when that happens?
Or has humanity fled your being condemning you to lead an existence devoid of compassion?
Are you deaf to reason then? Or to begging? Because now, killing and maiming come at a straight face. As if it doesn’t mean a thing…
Are you immune to physical pain? Because now nothing can hurt you and you laugh manically when your blood is spilled as you go berserk…
And if you are indeed immune to pain, is there a way to still hurt you, wound you?
Will anything work now? What’s left in you to hurt?
Will anyone, anything be able to bring you back the way you once were before this or is that door closed forever?
Was there really an alternative once you embraced your brother’s cold body and no breath came out of him?
Was there really another option for you once you screamed his name at the top of your lungs, so high that your voice bled the skies?
Is it okay then, that you wanted his name, “Dean”, to have bled both heaven and hell for what they refused him and for what they placed upon him?
Is it okay that even if that didn’t work; you are planning to make heaven hell till both melt into each other, till they merge into a blasphemy, an abomination too horrific and too heretic to inhabit?
What if all the angels from the sky fell down- their wings clipped- and what if all the demons from the centre of the earth came up in flames above ground?
Would you be satisfied then for everything fate and destiny has allowed to take place, for everything that has been taken from you?
And what if your brother was one of these demons bent on destroying the world, would you be with him or against him?
Are you afraid now?
Afraid that good and evil are not as distinct or as clear as you had been taught?
Because you know, every theory is good, every admonition applies till your heart is taken from you by losing the most precious thing you have…
Everything holds until the one piece holding your soul into place, in this case your brother, disappears.
Because after that, after his loss, what does it matter? Does anything really matter anymore?
If your soul is not in place anymore, what tells you that heaven is where it is going to end up?
It might as well be hell and you might as well go there with a grin on your face and your hands crimson-red.
You might as well go there with lives as souvenirs and your conscience heavy with guilt you are too numb to feel…
And as you descend to Hell, just laugh because you will know that at least in this way, having sacrificed and relinquished everything, you will get to see him.
You will get to see your brother…
And all it took was Bleed The Skies…
And your Soul…
~ Fin ~
If you enjoyed this part, other SPN fiction:
1)This Is How You Fall - A Ruby Fic - [1]
2)A Shell - Running On Hope - A Ruby/Dean fic - [1]
3)The Other Side - A Ruby Fic - [1]
4)Triptych (Of Pain) - A Sam/Dean/Ruby/Lilith fic- [1]
Author: force-oblique
Rating: PG/ PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Dean,Sam - Sam-centric, bordering on Evil!Sam
Spoilers/Warnings: Mostly 3x16 // A bit Angsty for Sam and the blood imagery is powerful..
Word Count: 895
Summary: What if Dean took your soul with him when he died?
If your soul is not in place anymore, what tells you that heaven is where it’s gonna end up?
It might as well be hell and you might as well go there with a grin on your face and your hands crimson red.
Author's Notes:It is a bit crappy, I am sorry, but I wrote it in like 15 minutes...
~ English is not my native language so excuse any crappiness and/or mistakes!
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to:
[1]jeanniefillion for her birthday
[2]kris-21 because she asked for a Sam/Dean fiction and since she is a Sam girl... This will do! XD
Majorly Crossposted at:daysofthereapermoon-hunterswincest-freesn-ficspn-fanficspooky-fictionsupernaturalfic, hurt-sam
Bleed The Skies - Sam Fiction
Is it ok to cry? Is it okay to spill tears even for things that cannot change?
Is it okay to cry when those same things can change your life?
When there’s blood on your hands that’s not yours? When your clothes are soaked in blood and your face soaked in tears, is it a disgrace?
Is it a sign of weakness? And if it is, is it unforgivable?
Is it not excusable? When you lose something you’ve valued more than your life, is it okay to fall?
Is it ok to crumble just like the walls you’ve spent years building around your heart?
Would anyone frown upon it?
If anyone mocked you or ridiculed you for your inability to overcome life’s hurdles ,is it okay not to care? Is it okay not giving a damn?
Because that’s exactly what he felt.
He could see nothing other than the loss of his brother in front of his eyes. His face, the blood coming out of him, as if it were afraid too to accompany him in hell…
And he could hear nothing but Dean’s screams piercing the air like a thousand daggers aimed at him to scar his soul….
Because each vowel, each consonant had nailed its way into his heart, so hard that Sam felt his heart heavy, burdened…
Filled with something as heavy as lead and he knew what it was…
It was sorrow, it was despair. It was rage and all those combined produced the blackness that had almost engulfed him…
So is it still okay? Is it okay to feel like you are losing control of yourself?
Is it okay to feel that your hand might get a life of its own if you don’t move now? If you don’t exert revenge?
Is it okay not to care if you lose yourself or not in the process?
When all you can see is red and black, when all you can hear is curses and screams, when all you can taste is bile and hatred, when all you can smell is decay and ashes who can really stop you?
Who can put himself in front of you and not flinch, not falter?
Who can be calm opposite you when your eyes are one golden tint away from human, when your hands have torn anything you had in front of you apart?
When your voice resounds four parts murder, one part regret who can rise up against you?
Are you still human when that happens?
Or has humanity fled your being condemning you to lead an existence devoid of compassion?
Are you deaf to reason then? Or to begging? Because now, killing and maiming come at a straight face. As if it doesn’t mean a thing…
Are you immune to physical pain? Because now nothing can hurt you and you laugh manically when your blood is spilled as you go berserk…
And if you are indeed immune to pain, is there a way to still hurt you, wound you?
Will anything work now? What’s left in you to hurt?
Will anyone, anything be able to bring you back the way you once were before this or is that door closed forever?
Was there really an alternative once you embraced your brother’s cold body and no breath came out of him?
Was there really another option for you once you screamed his name at the top of your lungs, so high that your voice bled the skies?
Is it okay then, that you wanted his name, “Dean”, to have bled both heaven and hell for what they refused him and for what they placed upon him?
Is it okay that even if that didn’t work; you are planning to make heaven hell till both melt into each other, till they merge into a blasphemy, an abomination too horrific and too heretic to inhabit?
What if all the angels from the sky fell down- their wings clipped- and what if all the demons from the centre of the earth came up in flames above ground?
Would you be satisfied then for everything fate and destiny has allowed to take place, for everything that has been taken from you?
And what if your brother was one of these demons bent on destroying the world, would you be with him or against him?
Are you afraid now?
Afraid that good and evil are not as distinct or as clear as you had been taught?
Because you know, every theory is good, every admonition applies till your heart is taken from you by losing the most precious thing you have…
Everything holds until the one piece holding your soul into place, in this case your brother, disappears.
Because after that, after his loss, what does it matter? Does anything really matter anymore?
If your soul is not in place anymore, what tells you that heaven is where it is going to end up?
It might as well be hell and you might as well go there with a grin on your face and your hands crimson-red.
You might as well go there with lives as souvenirs and your conscience heavy with guilt you are too numb to feel…
And as you descend to Hell, just laugh because you will know that at least in this way, having sacrificed and relinquished everything, you will get to see him.
You will get to see your brother…
And all it took was Bleed The Skies…
And your Soul…
~ Fin ~
If you enjoyed this part, other SPN fiction:
1)This Is How You Fall - A Ruby Fic - [1]
2)A Shell - Running On Hope - A Ruby/Dean fic - [1]
3)The Other Side - A Ruby Fic - [1]
4)Triptych (Of Pain) - A Sam/Dean/Ruby/Lilith fic- [1]