Title:
Death
Fandom:
Supernatural
Character(s):
Sam Winchester
Author:
Chiri Kushi
Rating:
PG 13
Summary:
It's nothing like in the movies.
Warnings:
Character Death, spoilers for Season 3
A/N:
Written in September before Lazarus Rising aired.
~*~
It was an odd feeling.
Dying.
It's nothing like in the movies., where it's quick- painful, but quick.
He feels the blood seeping into his clothes, makes him feel oddly lightheaded. A rush he never expected to feel.
He closes his eyes and gasps at the much-needed air. The air fills his lungs, but does nothing to saturate his need to breathe. He coughs, tasting the tang of copper, knows that can never be a good sign.
He tries to move, but it seems his brain is too busy trying to keep his heart beating to signal his legs to move. Fear takes over, and if that wasn't the real kicker, panic has decided to tag along too.
He tries to remember what he was told, about not dying. Compress the wounds, don't move too much, breathe. If only breathing was so easy.
He wishes he wasn't alone, wishes his brother was still here. He'd know what to do. Without question, an automatic reflex, as easy as walking. He sighs as tears begin to sting his cheeks, and he's not sure if it is for his brother, or for the pain that is beginning to go numb.
And well, damn. That can't be good either.
He takes a look at his surroundings, notes the dead demon lying near the door, his gun on the floor near the table to his right. The window, now broken behind him.
His head falls to the floor, helpless. His breathing has become shallower now, and he knows. Just knows.
He looks back at the dead little girl lying in the doorway, and finally speaks, "That was for Dean, you stupid bitch."
He closes his eyes one last time, takes one last breath, and finally succumbs to the endless sleep that takes over.