Two Guys, a Girl, and a Chevy Impala: Fic 21: Miles to Go (8/8)
Series: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala
Fic 21: Miles to Go
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Rated: NC-17
Author's Note: I can't believe this is almost done. Please, PLEASE bug us about finishing before November. It will help motivate as we both want to finish before Nanowrimo begins! As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated! We love you guys!! ♥
Epilogue
Chloe drew in a breath as she reached the top of the hill overlooking Stull Cemetery. The sun was just peeking above the horizon, the breeze tussling her hair and the bare tree branches above her head. She lifted her chin as she surveyed the deceivingly peaceful land. She heard the soft crunch of footsteps on dried leaves behind her and turned to glance at the others as they reached the top of the hill as well. Her green eyes were dark, as she looked at Dean for a moment, then looked back over the graveyard once more, her body tense.
Dean took her hand and held it, their fingers intertwining. He felt her unease, as his own coursed through his veins. If any place needed to be wiped from the face of the earth, it was this place: the cemetery housed more dead inhabitants than live ones. Burning the place to the ground seemed a novel idea when it was all said and done, assuming they'd all be alive.
"Dean," Sarah warned in hushed tones and put a hand on his shoulder, "keep it up with the negative thinking and I'll kick your ass." Her tone fell flat of the playfulness she'd been shooting for.
Sam drew in a breath, his gaze focused on the slowly rising sun for a long moment. "We're gonna make it through this." His voice was quiet, firm.
"Damn right we are," he whispered and watched the trees sway gently in the breeze and their leaves flail slowly to the ground.
Chloe lifted her chin, gripping Dean's hand a little more tightly. "Miles to go," she murmured almost inaudibly.
"Yeah, but this isn't going to be a permanent sleep we're talking about," Sarah replied and thought of the Frost poem Chloe quoted: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep.
She only hoped their promises - to each other, to their collective future, to killing the big evil - would be realized.
"God, Sarah, can you cut the crappy mind poetry for another time, like when we're not about to go into war?" Dean complained loudly, a note of teasing in his voice, and let go of Chloe's hand to curl his arm around her shoulders. He glanced at Sam and smirked.
Chloe glanced over at Sarah, meeting her gaze for a moment before looking up at Dean. Closing her mind off to the others, she silently wondered if they were really ready for what was coming. Could they ever really be ready? She looked over the cemetery with dark, worried eyes. She just hoped that when it came down to it, that they'd be able to stop the demons. Because if they couldn't, every man, woman and child on earth was going to be facing their worst nightmare.
Fic 21: Miles to Go
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Rated: NC-17
Author's Note: I can't believe this is almost done. Please, PLEASE bug us about finishing before November. It will help motivate as we both want to finish before Nanowrimo begins! As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated! We love you guys!! ♥
Epilogue
Chloe drew in a breath as she reached the top of the hill overlooking Stull Cemetery. The sun was just peeking above the horizon, the breeze tussling her hair and the bare tree branches above her head. She lifted her chin as she surveyed the deceivingly peaceful land. She heard the soft crunch of footsteps on dried leaves behind her and turned to glance at the others as they reached the top of the hill as well. Her green eyes were dark, as she looked at Dean for a moment, then looked back over the graveyard once more, her body tense.
Dean took her hand and held it, their fingers intertwining. He felt her unease, as his own coursed through his veins. If any place needed to be wiped from the face of the earth, it was this place: the cemetery housed more dead inhabitants than live ones. Burning the place to the ground seemed a novel idea when it was all said and done, assuming they'd all be alive.
"Dean," Sarah warned in hushed tones and put a hand on his shoulder, "keep it up with the negative thinking and I'll kick your ass." Her tone fell flat of the playfulness she'd been shooting for.
Sam drew in a breath, his gaze focused on the slowly rising sun for a long moment. "We're gonna make it through this." His voice was quiet, firm.
"Damn right we are," he whispered and watched the trees sway gently in the breeze and their leaves flail slowly to the ground.
Chloe lifted her chin, gripping Dean's hand a little more tightly. "Miles to go," she murmured almost inaudibly.
"Yeah, but this isn't going to be a permanent sleep we're talking about," Sarah replied and thought of the Frost poem Chloe quoted: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep.
She only hoped their promises - to each other, to their collective future, to killing the big evil - would be realized.
"God, Sarah, can you cut the crappy mind poetry for another time, like when we're not about to go into war?" Dean complained loudly, a note of teasing in his voice, and let go of Chloe's hand to curl his arm around her shoulders. He glanced at Sam and smirked.
Chloe glanced over at Sarah, meeting her gaze for a moment before looking up at Dean. Closing her mind off to the others, she silently wondered if they were really ready for what was coming. Could they ever really be ready? She looked over the cemetery with dark, worried eyes. She just hoped that when it came down to it, that they'd be able to stop the demons. Because if they couldn't, every man, woman and child on earth was going to be facing their worst nightmare.