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amberdreamsIt seems that, for all my grumbling, this episode gave me the FEELs. So here's drabble #2 which is a cheating double.
Title: all I need's a whisper in a world that only shouts
Words:200
Warnings: Dream sequence, spoilers
Sam dreams Dean’s dead. He’s holding the body – again. It never gets easier. Sam’s rocking, gently, back and forth. Like one of those traumatised Romanian orphans he’d seen on the news when they were kids. Someone’s talking, but he can’t understand them; can’t listen. It’s all just meaningless noise, words that don’t make any sense. All about necessity, and unacceptable risk, and how it was what Dean wanted. As if what Dean wanted ever made any sense either.
Dean had doubted him, doubted Sam’s love because Dean’s core was corrupted, its data infected by a virus a long time before Hell, or Purgatory, or the Mark. Sure, Dean’s heart was full of love, and courage, and loyalty. But Dean’s base code was interspersed with lines that spoke of a self worth so low it made Marvin the Paranoid Android look like a positive-thinker guru. Dean would scoff at the cliché, but without an element of self-respect, that love was always going to burn in all the wrong ways. And Dean was always going to crash, lost in the blue screen of death.
When Sam wakes up, slumped over his laptop, nothing has changed. His head is still full of noise.
Title from Whispers by Passenger
Title: all I need's a whisper in a world that only shouts
Words:200
Warnings: Dream sequence, spoilers
Sam dreams Dean’s dead. He’s holding the body – again. It never gets easier. Sam’s rocking, gently, back and forth. Like one of those traumatised Romanian orphans he’d seen on the news when they were kids. Someone’s talking, but he can’t understand them; can’t listen. It’s all just meaningless noise, words that don’t make any sense. All about necessity, and unacceptable risk, and how it was what Dean wanted. As if what Dean wanted ever made any sense either.
Dean had doubted him, doubted Sam’s love because Dean’s core was corrupted, its data infected by a virus a long time before Hell, or Purgatory, or the Mark. Sure, Dean’s heart was full of love, and courage, and loyalty. But Dean’s base code was interspersed with lines that spoke of a self worth so low it made Marvin the Paranoid Android look like a positive-thinker guru. Dean would scoff at the cliché, but without an element of self-respect, that love was always going to burn in all the wrong ways. And Dean was always going to crash, lost in the blue screen of death.
When Sam wakes up, slumped over his laptop, nothing has changed. His head is still full of noise.
Title from Whispers by Passenger
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Date: 2014-12-11 11:20 am (UTC)