Prophecy: Fandom Supernatural: Dean Sam Castiel Ruby: gen: Dean shoved Sam in the car. They left Ruby's latest meat suit bleeding on the ground behind them. They haven't said a word. the blood drips slow down sam's bruised neck and hee can hear Dean hiss in pain everytime he shifts in the seat, but He can't speak, if he could, his voice couldn't carry to the other side. THis unspoken anger is the loudest sound Sam ever heard. Drowns out the rumble of the engine, the wind whistling thrugh the tiny spaces in the windows and doors, that unidentified rattle that makes that funny little crease in Dean's forehead when it starts.
He'd say anything if he could. If he thought it could be heard. Maybe Dean wouldn't mind just killing him now. Like their Dad wanted. Like he wanted. Dean didn't want it, and if Dean had just .. but that was over. What he'd done and why, and what he'd paid for it. Except it wasn't. Dean kept him alive, and for that sin, he'd have to do it again, and again. Nothing Sam could do would have brought him back, but what he had done, what he'd paid, was going to be what he did, and did, and did, till the weariness pulled him down and they weren't brothers anymore at all. Just a special kind of demon and his keeper. And in the naked light it turns And silence like a cancer burns Dean shifted in his seat again, flexing bruised knuckles on the steering wheel. He didn't look over.
Take my hand that I might reach you Hold my hand that I might keep you
finally!
Fandom Supernatural:
Dean Sam Castiel Ruby:
gen:
Dean shoved Sam in the car. They left Ruby's latest meat suit bleeding on the ground behind them.
They haven't said a word. the blood drips slow down sam's bruised neck and hee can hear Dean hiss in pain everytime he shifts in the seat, but He can't speak, if he could, his voice couldn't carry to the other side. THis unspoken anger is the loudest sound Sam ever heard. Drowns out the rumble of the engine, the wind whistling thrugh the tiny spaces in the windows and doors, that unidentified rattle that makes that funny little crease in Dean's forehead when it starts.
He'd say anything if he could. If he thought it could be heard. Maybe Dean wouldn't mind just killing him now. Like their Dad wanted. Like he wanted. Dean didn't want it, and if Dean had just .. but that was over. What he'd done and why, and what he'd paid for it. Except it wasn't.
Dean kept him alive, and for that sin, he'd have to do it again, and again.
Nothing Sam could do would have brought him back, but what he had done, what he'd paid, was going to be what he did, and did, and did, till the weariness pulled him down and they weren't brothers anymore at all.
Just a special kind of demon and his keeper.
And in the naked light it turns
And silence like a cancer burns
Dean shifted in his seat again, flexing bruised knuckles on the steering wheel.
He didn't look over.
Take my hand that I might reach you
Hold my hand that I might keep you
Sam wanted to die.