Here, Where the Soul Hopes

by genetic.design

" 'Yes,' Sam says again, squeezing his eyes shut as a blinding, brilliant white light fills the room. Static echoes in his head, discordant bells ring in his ears. A hurricane of noise drowns out his every thought." — A 1000 word story, told in ten 100 word drabbles. Part two of An Ever-Fixed Mark.

1. Cutting It Fine

"Choices are the hinges of destiny."

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"Keep driving, Dean-o."

Dean swears as the Impala swerves, rattling across a rumble strip. He scowls at the newest passenger through the rearview mirror.

"In this weather? I can barely see the freakin' road, man. The motel —"

"People die if you don't," Gabriel says, his flat tone inviting no discussion. Sam twists around to peer at the archangel, who briefly presses his fingers against his chest, wincing as if in pain.

"Later," Gabriel promises, reaching out to squeeze Sam's shoulder.

He doesn't let them stop until they blow past the Indiana-Michigan border, over 150 miles away from the Elysian Fields.