Category: Sam and Dean (Gen, Drabbles, Angsty)
Author’s Notes: These were for the supernatural100 challenge on “Missing Scenes.” After I’d written several, I realized that some are for missing points of view instead. But whatever fires the muse… I’ll take.
It has slumbered through the long cycle of moons, and now a wakening warmth approaches. It is not the sunlight its tree-self feeds on. It is of the beings that fuel its spirit.
The touch on its blackened skin carries strength and fierceness and sorrow, and it remembers and longs to feed. The voice speaks leaf rustles, the language of blood, and those sounds mark the Hosts that it conquers.
It strains, but its dormant form cannot respond. It must wait for this moon to grow.
Almost. The thought sludges like its tree-self’s sap through wood.
It will be soon.
Mother (Home, Dean)
She never saw him, though his heart was waiting.
She walked past him, saying his name…but her eyes were only for Sam. There were words and flames that the child inside him watched— then nothing and freedom at once. He hugged Sam, so safe and solid. Then they stumbled outside and to the car, polite words all mixing together in his ears as he waited to just be gone.
He is driving to anywhere else now, so tired he is dying for a motel. His memories are full of fire again… but Sam sleeps like he’s in his mother’s arms.
Disquiet (Asylum, Dean)
His chest stings under damaged flesh, the bones aching and sure to bruise. He can still see the look on Sam’s face as he pulled the trigger. Now, despite Sam’s gentle hands, he worries that the anger was real.
Later, drugged against discomfort, he does not feel the soft kiss laid on his forehead. He does not hear the whispered words of regret. And he cannot see the half-formed hope that apologies rejected in daylight may come home to rest in the dark.
If they take hold in his heart, he’ll never know it. He’ll forgive, but not know why.
Conviction (Faith, Sam)
Sam cannot hear what they are saying, but Dean’s eyes are dark and reddened when she leaves. Sam knows the guilt that pains him… but he would not change a thing.
He steps inside— no words, no staring— and lays an arm along Dean’s back. When Dean tries to move away, he pulls him closer with unrelenting strength. He’s not looking for tears or confessions, just a chance to slow the pain.
Rubbing Dean’s shoulders, he holds back the words he knows will only make Dean angry. You were worth it. Don’t ever doubt it.
I’d do it all again.
---------- fin ----------