fic: Come Again Another Day (Sam and Dean, theme 01: Elemental)
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Title: Come Again Another Day
Author: thatauthor_chic
Characters/Claim: Sam and Dean
Theme: 01 - Elemental
Prompt: 07 - Spirit
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don’t own the car, the boys, or anything remotely to do with the Supernatural show. Just taking them for a little joyride through my imagination.
Summary: It all comes down to the difficult choice left to a bereaved mother.
“Dean, get down!” Dean reacted just in time to avoid getting smacked in the head by a flying projectile. “Was that a baseball trophy?” Heavy suckers, those things, and they always left one hell of a dent. “Yeah, behind you!” This time Dean swiveled and fired, without thought. Damned spirit wasn’t going to get the best of him tonight. “What the hell is this thing attached to Sam?” He’d come back from burning the kids bones to find Sam pinned behind a china cabinet. The pint sized spirit had been doing its best to smash the life out of them ever since.
“I don’t…” But Sam was cut off by the need to jump, duck and roll away from the couch that had suddenly taken on a life of its own. Think, Dean, think. They’d talked to the kid’s mother earlier that day. She’d been a wreck, of course. It was never an easy thing to lose a kid. Even so, she was a bigger mess than most. The whole interview had been filled with sobbing, Kleenex and… and the whole time she’d been grabbing at the locket at her throat. The lifeline she said she hadn’t taken off since her son had passed on.
“The locket! Sam, where’s the kids mother? She said her necklace had a lock of hair in it.” They hadn’t thought to ask at the time, so there was no way to know for sure. “Betcha the hair belongs to the kid.” All they had to do was get to her and burn the damned thing. “She’s not even in town, Dean. We told her it’d be safer until we were done, remember?” Well that was just great! “You got her number?” The way they were climbing and crawling their way around the clutter flying around the living room, a twisted dance to try and stay alive. A quick game of catch and Dean was waiting for the woman on the other end of the line to pick up.
“Mrs. Emery? Yeah, this is Dean. Winchester. Yeah, yeah, the weirdo who told you to leave town. Look, we don’t have a lot of time here. My brother and I, we need you to burn that necklace you’re wearing. Yes, the one with your son’s hair in it. No, no, no! Don’t…” But it was too late. “Dean?” A breathless question from across the room as Sam dodged yet another potentially deadly something flying through the air. “She hung up on me!” But there was no time to be angry or to try to understand. All they could do was try to find a way out, hopefully in one piece.
The door wouldn’t budge, the windows were stuck shut and their odds weren’t looking so good. “You think she’ll do it?” Sam asked finding a hope Dean just didn’t have. He could offer nothing better than a shrug as they hunkered down behind the sturdy looking desk that had been flipped on to its side. Just when they figured their time was up a horrible shriek rent the air. A burst of flame, witnessed only as a splash of light painted the wallpaper above their heads. “Guess that’s a yes.” This met with a relieved laugh from Sam. Death would have to wait another day to claim the Winchesters.