"…Drabble: Sam's thoughts before the apocalypse from a third POV. R&R?…"

And Then You Scream

You've escaped death one time too many, and now it was coming back with a vengeance no one could fight off. So far, you've been lucky, but now your luck has ran dry. There's no escape route this time, no epilogue to your death. There won't be a sequel and there won't be a follow-up. You'll die, and you know it. Your family, of course, is in denial; they think that you will somehow escape death, but you know better.

You've come to turns with how you'll die, and it won't be pretty. It'll be painful, ruthless, fierce- but all the while it's inevitable. The first time you almost died was an accident; you won't suppose to come back. But since you did, your fate changed. you were always destined to fight a final battle, you suppose, but you still aren't quite sure if you're the one who should be fighting the final battle- the apocalypse. Everyone around you told you that you were, but you know as well as your family that they're all liars. They all have pinned against each other, and they were ready for a final battle. Their war had been going on much longer than yours, and you can understand their desire to end it, but you know that the away they are doing it is wrong. You shrug it off though; you had no say in what happens- no one does.

You know your time on earth is coming to and end, and now you're starting to feel regret. You swallow your feelings, though. You can't afford to let them get in the way anymore. You were joining bloodshed and death- facing demons and angels. Which side would win, no one knows- or so you've been told. You know no one can be certain about anything anymore, and anyone who tried to guess the outcome of the day was sure to wrong. The end of the world was spontaneous; it had its own rules, and it defied all rules that humans had come to know.

You think about all the good that was in your life, finally letting your thoughts stray someone else than the end of the world. You remember the memories of your youth, the people of your past, the faces of your future. You try to ignore the present, knowing that it was only filled with what your own eyes could see now. You let yourself think about the good things and let the evil ones slip away, if only for a moment. You open your eyes again and take a look around; you know you won't miss this place, but there's a part of you that thinks you should.

As you walk toward the battlefield, you know that the world won't last much longer. Because when you pinned good against evil, angels against demons, yin against yang, fire against ice, something would be destroyed. And you know that in this scenario, that something will be you. So you hold your head high, tuck your emotions away, and look evil straight in the eye. It smiles at you, but you keep a cool reflection. As it approaches you, your eyes close, your breathing quickens. You feel it lay your hands on you, but you try to block it away. And then-the moment you've been waiting for-it joins you….

And you scream out loud.

"..This is only my second Supernatural fic, but not my first one formatted like this. I guess you could say it was Chuck telling the story. Thnx for reading!…"