Walking Across The Dryland
Title: Walking Across The Dryland
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Summary: Tag to In My Time Of Dying, sort of. Dean passed on, and has to deal with after.
Warning: Uhh, none. Not even bad language.
lost
He drifts
lost
A lonely wanderer
lost
A solitary soul fading
lost
Disconnected from everything
Even reality
lost
Once pure and white, now dusty and dingy
Touching down
A scrubland, a place, a reality
found
--
Sounds ring in my ears, flashes of blue scrubs, white coats whenever I blink. The ghost of my own death, following me into the afterlife.
Or whatever this barren wasteland is. I knew I wouldn’t be getting into heaven with my track record, but I’d thought hell, or even purgatory would be more than this... nothingness. I kick at a rock, scuffing the toe of my already beat to hell boots.
If I knew dying felt like this, I’d have fought harder to hold on, for Sammy, but that reaper girl, Tessa. She whispered false promises, words dripping from her tongue like slime.
it won’t hurt
it’s better there
Liar.
At first I screamed and shouted, cursing whatever God I didn’t believe in for hours, days, weeks. I begged, prayed, threatened, cried.
When there were no tears left, and my throat was red raw and bleeding, I picked myself up and walked.
I’m still walking now, always walking. Because where else can I go in this Godforsaken place, always desert, nothing else.
Forever walking through the dryland isn’t very appealing, but it’s all I’ve got.
It’s all I’ll ever have again.
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Summary: Tag to In My Time Of Dying, sort of. Dean passed on, and has to deal with after.
Warning: Uhh, none. Not even bad language.
lost
He drifts
lost
A lonely wanderer
lost
A solitary soul fading
lost
Disconnected from everything
Even reality
lost
Once pure and white, now dusty and dingy
Touching down
A scrubland, a place, a reality
found
--
Sounds ring in my ears, flashes of blue scrubs, white coats whenever I blink. The ghost of my own death, following me into the afterlife.
Or whatever this barren wasteland is. I knew I wouldn’t be getting into heaven with my track record, but I’d thought hell, or even purgatory would be more than this... nothingness. I kick at a rock, scuffing the toe of my already beat to hell boots.
If I knew dying felt like this, I’d have fought harder to hold on, for Sammy, but that reaper girl, Tessa. She whispered false promises, words dripping from her tongue like slime.
it won’t hurt
it’s better there
Liar.
At first I screamed and shouted, cursing whatever God I didn’t believe in for hours, days, weeks. I begged, prayed, threatened, cried.
When there were no tears left, and my throat was red raw and bleeding, I picked myself up and walked.
I’m still walking now, always walking. Because where else can I go in this Godforsaken place, always desert, nothing else.
Forever walking through the dryland isn’t very appealing, but it’s all I’ve got.
It’s all I’ll ever have again.