I'll take a deep deep breath/But I'll come back to haunt you if I drown (SPN, PG) 1/1
Title: I'll take a deep deep breath/But I'll come back to haunt you if I drown
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural/Sandman
Rating: PG
Warnings: Death, both action and person
Spoilers: "In My Time of Dying" for Supernatural, general Death knowledge from Sandman
Disclaimer: Don't own. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, Death belongs to Neil Gaiman, title from "Swallow" by Emilie Autumn
Summary: Dean's met her a few times. She's different each time; different, yet the same.
I'll take a deep deep breath/But I'll come back to haunt you if I drown
By Spinny Roses
Dean's met her a few times. She's different each time; different, yet the same. She smiles at him this time, pushing her sunglasses up over her hair. "Hey Dean."
It doesn't matter how many times he sees her, but he's always startled at first. But this time it relaxes into familiarity. "I haven't see you before. I like the necklace. Nice touch." He can't help the slightly mocking tone.
"I like it too." She sits down next to Sam, stroking his hair. Dean bristles at this, stepping in next to her.
"You can't do this." He gets angry, about ready to throw down with this slip of a girl. "Not him. Not Sammy."
She shakes her head. "No, it's not his time. But your brother is cute, Dean. Sweet. It's rare to see a human with a soul this pure."
"Yeah, him and puppies and kittens," Dean mumbles. "So, what? It's me? The fight's over, blah blah, it's nothing to fear?"
She looks at him, just waiting.
"Is that it?" Dean demands. "I can't leave Sam. Not now, not after..."
"I know." She kisses Sam's forehead and his face relaxes into peace. "Your time should be up, Dean. But your father..." She shakes her head. "The love humans feel for each other always amazes me."
Dean swallows. "Dad... is he...?"
She smiles sadly at him. "It's not your story. I can't tell it."
"I know. Just figured I'd try." Dean sits down, looking at his brother. "If I die, will Sam still be okay? I mean, it's Sammy. I'm certain he'll be okay but..."
"I'm sorry, Dean."
"I know." He just smiles up at her. "Can I say goodbye? I mean, just one more day."
"I can't put it off any longer. I'm sorry." She holds out her hand. "But I can let you say goodbye."
He looks up at her, surprised. "Really?"
She nods. "Yes. You're saying it now."
Dean swallows hard, then stands up. "Then I... Goodbye. I... Goodbye, Sammy. I... just don't let yourself get into that deep emo funk you got into after Jess died. That just sucked. Keep hunting or go back to New York and see Sarah or... but don't go all woe is me, dude." He looks at her. "Will he get that?"
"I'll make sure he does." Her hand is still out. "It's time."
"I know."
Sam wakes up before he takes her hand. He blinks a few times, wondering who that girl was, then looks over at the other bed. "Dean?" The lump doesn't move. "Dean? Dean!"
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural/Sandman
Rating: PG
Warnings: Death, both action and person
Spoilers: "In My Time of Dying" for Supernatural, general Death knowledge from Sandman
Disclaimer: Don't own. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, Death belongs to Neil Gaiman, title from "Swallow" by Emilie Autumn
Summary: Dean's met her a few times. She's different each time; different, yet the same.
I'll take a deep deep breath/But I'll come back to haunt you if I drown
By Spinny Roses
Dean's met her a few times. She's different each time; different, yet the same. She smiles at him this time, pushing her sunglasses up over her hair. "Hey Dean."
It doesn't matter how many times he sees her, but he's always startled at first. But this time it relaxes into familiarity. "I haven't see you before. I like the necklace. Nice touch." He can't help the slightly mocking tone.
"I like it too." She sits down next to Sam, stroking his hair. Dean bristles at this, stepping in next to her.
"You can't do this." He gets angry, about ready to throw down with this slip of a girl. "Not him. Not Sammy."
She shakes her head. "No, it's not his time. But your brother is cute, Dean. Sweet. It's rare to see a human with a soul this pure."
"Yeah, him and puppies and kittens," Dean mumbles. "So, what? It's me? The fight's over, blah blah, it's nothing to fear?"
She looks at him, just waiting.
"Is that it?" Dean demands. "I can't leave Sam. Not now, not after..."
"I know." She kisses Sam's forehead and his face relaxes into peace. "Your time should be up, Dean. But your father..." She shakes her head. "The love humans feel for each other always amazes me."
Dean swallows. "Dad... is he...?"
She smiles sadly at him. "It's not your story. I can't tell it."
"I know. Just figured I'd try." Dean sits down, looking at his brother. "If I die, will Sam still be okay? I mean, it's Sammy. I'm certain he'll be okay but..."
"I'm sorry, Dean."
"I know." He just smiles up at her. "Can I say goodbye? I mean, just one more day."
"I can't put it off any longer. I'm sorry." She holds out her hand. "But I can let you say goodbye."
He looks up at her, surprised. "Really?"
She nods. "Yes. You're saying it now."
Dean swallows hard, then stands up. "Then I... Goodbye. I... Goodbye, Sammy. I... just don't let yourself get into that deep emo funk you got into after Jess died. That just sucked. Keep hunting or go back to New York and see Sarah or... but don't go all woe is me, dude." He looks at her. "Will he get that?"
"I'll make sure he does." Her hand is still out. "It's time."
"I know."
Sam wakes up before he takes her hand. He blinks a few times, wondering who that girl was, then looks over at the other bed. "Dean?" The lump doesn't move. "Dean? Dean!"