Blood will Flow

A Salute to the Fallen

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E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100

Challenge word: Ridiculous

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 5 finale – again.

Dean faces his first Memorial Day without Sam.

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It was achingly hard to be back in Lawrence, even if this cemetery wasn’t Stull.

Dean slowly approached the sarcophagus-shaped memorial to the fallen of the 1863 massacre.  He’d thought it’d be easier here, where the dead were so long gone they were largely forgotten.  Now he wasn’t sure it was such a good idea to be here at all.

Feeling faintly ridiculous, he was about to lay the single red rose he’d been clutching on the monument, when a simpler, smaller marker caught his eye with one heart-piercing-word.

Samuel.

Vision suddenly blurred, he dropped the flower there and fled.

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A/N.  Oak Hill Cemetery, Lawrence has only four individual grave markers remaining from the 1863 Quantrill’s Raid massacre victims, one of which is dedicated to a Samuel Jones…  I doubt it is actually right next to the main monument but hey, that’s what you call poetic licence!

The Hollow Land of Broken Men

So this was the way that Dean Winchester’s world finally ended.  With a knock on the door of the beautiful woman he loved, a delighted hug from the kid he still thought of, somewhere deep down inside, as his own.  In any other circumstances, this should have felt like a warrior’s homecoming after the obligatory ticker-tape parade, but this loss was too deep, too raw.  Too uniquely his.

He was alone in a way that Lisa could see and could understand, but was helpless to fix.

The four horsemen’s rings had ripped out the better part of him.

Sometime later

Outside, not touching the edge of warm yellow light that pooled around the small house, Sam watched as his brother sat down to eat at Lisa’s table.  Ben was talking animatedly, Dean smiled indulgently.  A touching scene of domesticity that spoke to Sam of a vow fulfilled.

He took a tentative step forward. Dean’s presence was a magnet, drawing him with a promise of comfort, love, understanding.  He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, decision made in an instant.  Dean deserved his chance at a normal life.  He’d earned it.

Heart aching, Sam slipped silently away into the shadowy night.

a double drabble in 2x100 words precisely thanks to the scene break,  I am now off to Birmingham to meet with resurrected Bobby, caged Lucifer and a whole load of dead people.......Asylum 4 here I come - pity God won't be there though.

The Hollow Land of Broken Men

So this was the way that Dean Winchester’s world finally ended.  With a knock on the door of the beautiful woman he loved, a delighted hug from the kid he still thought of, somewhere deep down inside, as his own.  In any other circumstances, this should have felt like a warrior’s homecoming after the obligatory ticker-tape parade, but this loss was too deep, too raw.  Too uniquely his.

He was alone in a way that Lisa could see and could understand, but was helpless to fix.

The four horsemen’s rings had ripped out the better part of him.

Sometime later

Outside, not touching the edge of warm yellow light that pooled around the small house, Sam watched as his brother sat down to eat at Lisa’s table.  Ben was talking animatedly, Dean smiled indulgently.  A touching scene of domesticity that spoke to Sam of a vow fulfilled.

He took a tentative step forward. Dean’s presence was a magnet, drawing him with a promise of comfort, love, understanding.  He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, decision made in an instant.  Dean deserved his chance at a normal life.  He’d earned it.

Heart aching, Sam slipped silently away into the shadowy night.

a double drabble in 2x100 words precisely thanks to the scene break,  I am now off to Birmingham to meet with resurrected Bobby, caged Lucifer and a whole load of dead people.......Asylum 4 here I come - pity God won't be there though.