Characters: Sam, Dean (Poem, AU Future-Fic)
Summary (post-Apocalypse AU): Where the universe is infinite, the end is never definite.
Author's Notes: For obeetaybee, who gave me the prompt in the title. Thank goodness she likes this, because it wasn't what either of us was expecting. For writers_choice, this is "Journey."
Truckstops gone from highways spawned
in an age of expansion we never knew—
these ghosts echo from the stories that came before us,
after the West was won but before the world was lost.
In the years before the sky went dark
there were monsters/mountains/melodies
that still remembered how to change.
We had a history once of hardship
lived between stolen breaths and shards of daylight,
when words were weapons
and the power of silver
stronger and more precious than gold.
Now there is little left but emptiness and ash
and the glow of a distant horizon.
We ride into whatever future has survived
side-by-side, heads unbowed and the rest be damned.
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