Title: Cards
Author: Letting The Rain In
Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Word: Control
Word Count: 100
Fellow Players: Too many to name, but you know who you are! Also, there's a list. Just in case.
A/N: I thought John's impression of his sons would be very much like the living's impressions of the dead - I always thought ghosts seem solid to themselves.
John fights dirty when Chance plays cards.
He makes his own rules, his own luck, Fate and Destiny be damned. Those pair of fools were only ever glorified clowns.
Fickle creatures.
His own two hands shaped his life; the circumstance of his demise was under his control. Yet death has left him in sudden freefall - John tries reaching for those once solid, but Sam's a spirit and Dean's a shade and they no longer speak his language.
He can feel them, just beyond the gate. The game's stakes are high, the portal is achingly close.
John lays his hand.