Fate, destiny, call it what you will
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: thread
Warnings: none
Summary: Sometimes, Sam dreams about dying.
Sam has the same dream sometimes.
In this dream, he's merely a spectator, watching while the three Fates go abut their business. Clotho is spinning, distaff rotating so fast it's just a blur. Lachesis tugs on gleaming threads, measuring, while Atropos hovers with shears sharp as fear, waiting for the right moment to slice through a life.
Sam recognises his own thread, and Dean's. Wonders whether he will lift a hand to stop the blade when the edge is finally at his throat, ready to sever his thread.
Sometimes Atropos looks at him, puts her shears down and walks away.