Exile on Main Street - A pair of Drabbles

[amberdreams]

The E/O Challenge this week was Stumble and it was a good word for the start of Season 6, so here are my paired drabbles, one Dean, one Sam...

Out of the Frying Pan…

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Dean:  A return from Exile doesn’t necessarily mean everything in the garden is rosy (or even that the grass is green…)  

 

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Knowing that his little brother didn’t stumble and fall, but jumped of his own accord; that Sam wasn’t pushed, but willingly leapt into terror and darkness with his own reluctant blessing; none of that made losing Sam any easier.

 

The pain had been with him every day. Unabated, lodged like the Snow Queen’s splinter of ice in his still beating heart.

 

Now Sam was back, yet the ice was still there, and Dean was having a hard time figuring out why that was.

 

But a chill emanated from that familiar face - gripped him and would not let him go.

 

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Into the Fire…

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Sam:  Sam’s return from the cage may not be the miracle everyone all hoped for.  

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Strangely, the first thing he notices is warmth.

 

Lucifer hadn’t been lying when he’d said Hell was cold.  The Devil was ice, had filled Sam’s veins with a chill that would have put the Arctic to shame.

 

So when he opens his eyes - his own eyes, what a miracle - finds he’s lying in Stull Cemetery, nostrils filled with rich earth scents, all he can think about is the joy that feeling the heat of the sun bathing his skin brings.

 

Then his heart stumbles, remembering.

 

And there isn’t enough antifreeze on God’s green earth to thaw his soul.

 

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Isaiah 8:15

And many among them shall stumble, and fall, and be broken, and be snared