Highway 12
Apr. 2nd, 2019 09:10 pmWeek one of
spn_napowrimo - Theme of the week is Two-lane Blacktop (places and Americana)
Title: Highway 12
Partner: None
Prompt: midnight on the interstate
Rating: Gen/PG
Character/Pairings: Sam and Dean
Tags/Warnings/Spoilers: Show level violence
Belated Acknowledgements: Many thanks to
tifaching and
quickreaver for helping me polish this! It was rough and ready before they stepped in. Love you both!
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Highway 12
That it’s dark goes without saying.
It is midnight, after all.
The desert holds the silence like breath, refusing to exhale.
“It’s colder than a witches tit,”
Dean complains, slams metal on metal carelessly loud.
Pinyon pines rustle an uneasy reply.
Sam hefts the shotgun, lets Dean shoulder the rest of the burden
– like Sam has a choice.
Sam’s worry is wasted with only starlight there to see it.
They leave the Impala on blacker than blacktop, step off the highway
Onto earth red by day, old-blood-dark by night.
Nothing ominous about that, no sir.
Sam doesn’t think about portents when he carries his brother back
Torn open.
Dripping blood steams – human heat versus desert chill.
The desert is winning.
Waiting patiently, blacker than black,
blacker than blacktop,
cold iron will be their saviour.
The Impala roars deliverance into the Utah night.
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spn_napowrimo - Theme of the week is Two-lane Blacktop (places and Americana)Title: Highway 12
Partner: None
Prompt: midnight on the interstate
Rating: Gen/PG
Character/Pairings: Sam and Dean
Tags/Warnings/Spoilers: Show level violence
Belated Acknowledgements: Many thanks to
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Highway 12
That it’s dark goes without saying.
It is midnight, after all.
The desert holds the silence like breath, refusing to exhale.
“It’s colder than a witches tit,”
Dean complains, slams metal on metal carelessly loud.
Pinyon pines rustle an uneasy reply.
Sam hefts the shotgun, lets Dean shoulder the rest of the burden
– like Sam has a choice.
Sam’s worry is wasted with only starlight there to see it.
They leave the Impala on blacker than blacktop, step off the highway
Onto earth red by day, old-blood-dark by night.
Nothing ominous about that, no sir.
Sam doesn’t think about portents when he carries his brother back
Torn open.
Dripping blood steams – human heat versus desert chill.
The desert is winning.
Waiting patiently, blacker than black,
blacker than blacktop,
cold iron will be their saviour.
The Impala roars deliverance into the Utah night.
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Date: 2019-04-03 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-04-03 10:56 am (UTC)Thank you! Oh and I should have mentioned you in the credits I forgot to add. DOH!
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Date: 2019-04-03 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-04-03 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-04-03 06:17 pm (UTC)So, U.S. highway 12 runs all the way across the northern U.S., from the Washington state coast to Detroit (almost 2,500 miles). It also connects where I live in Montana and my best friend who now lives on the Washington coast. AND, it goes right through my home town. It holds a special place in my heart, so good choice!
Now, this poem is great! I like the end especially. I'm not really a poetry person, so that's the best I can do! :)
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Date: 2019-04-03 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-04-06 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-04-09 10:21 am (UTC)Also almost feels like it's both of their POV--though it's more Sam (and the omniscience of the desert, and the dark); feels like the brotherbond comes through in the way perspective works in this. <3
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Date: 2019-04-09 04:33 pm (UTC)Sam doesn’t think about portents when he carries his brother back
what a follow-through
Beautiful, old-blood, desert, human heat. Just... damn. <33333