Death Ain't No Tea Party Neither
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: scavenge
Warnings: Kind of a death!fic, one rude word
Summary: Musings on the seventh age of man. It could be either Sam or Dean, you can decide which. Either way, Death's awaiting.
He wondered when old age had stolen his youthful vitality. Must have been a sneaky ninja scavenger, because he'd never seen it coming. Maybe he'd been complacent, thinking some fugly bastard would snuff out his candle before he burnt down into a puddle of wax, but here he was. Decrepit. Washed up.
His flame was going to putter out in an anti-climax, and that was no way to finish his story.
Don't tell me, you wanted the blaze of glory, didn't you? The Butch and Sundance ending.
His brother's ghost smiled at him. Guess life's not like the movies, eh?