This Is War
By Draic Kin of the Balance
"A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight
To fight, to fight, to fight
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world
A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest
This is war
Oh, to the leader, the pariah, the victim, the messiah
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight
To fight, to fight, to fight
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world
It's a brave new world
I do believe in the light
Raise your hands up to the sky
The fight is done, the war is won
Lift your hands toward the sun
Toward the sun
(It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie)
(The moment to live and the moment to die)
Toward the sun
(It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie)
(The moment to live and the moment to die)
Toward the sun
(The moment to fight, the moment to fight)
(To fight, to fight, to fight)
The war is won." –30 Seconds To Mars, This Is War
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Dean shook his head. Robert Frost had it all wrong. The world wasn't ending in fire nor ice, but darkness. He glanced towards Sam, who was engaged in discussion with Alan and Barry. It'd been a week since the Dark Presence had made its final attack on the town, covering the entire globe in shadows. To venture out of the lighthouse would mean certain death.
"It's just like in a dream I had," Alan said, breaking the silence.
"What?" Dean turned to face the writer. "What the hell are you talking about?" First Sam and I have the same dream, and now Stephen King has a dream of the end of the world?
"Before I came here to Bright Falls, I had this nightmare. It was too vivid, too...real, to be a mere dream," he explained. "The Dark Presence had laid waste to the entire world – this lighthouse was the last safe haven. I thought nothing of it until it took my wife from me. It was a warning. Zane thought I could stop it from happening, and I did, but—" He sighed. "We can't stay in here forever."
"It's bad out there, Alan," Barry said. "You guys can go out, but I'm staying the fuck in here."
"Do what you want, Barry," Sam interjected, "but the longer we stay in here, the more power this darkness holds over us. Over everything. We need to end this once and for all."
"We need the Clicker, Sam," Dean pointed out. "And guess what? We don't have the damned thing! It's the only thing that can kill the Dark Presence!"
"Dean, I used the Clicker on the Dark Presence and all it did was weaken it and destroy its vessel," the writer told him. "It's not enough."
Dean's temper flared. "Bullshit!" he shouted.
"Whoa, easy there!" Barry stepped between the writer and the eldest Winchester in an attempt to maintain the peace. "Dude, calm the fuck down. He is not the enemy here! I get you're pissed, but if you're going to get pissed, don't get pissed at us!" A slight smile fell upon Dean's lips, and he pulled his fist back before swinging it into Barry's face.
"DEAN!" Sam shouted. "Dean, what the hell? Barry, you alright?"
"I'm fine," he said. His face was a bloody mess; Dean had broken his nose. "Thanks for asking." He shot him a glare of disdain before making his way upstairs with Alan.
"Dean, what the hell has gotten into you?" Sam grabbed Dean by the arm, turning him around to face him. "You've been erratic and on edge this past week and now you're throwing punches! If there was alcohol around this place, you'd be drinking yourself senseless!"
"Everyone we care about is dead and the Dark Presence has the upper hand in this war, Sam," he snapped, yanking his arm free of his younger brother's grip. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just give up."
"Dean. I've been given the choice to die or quit the family business more times than I can count," Sam said passionately. "I could have chosen to quit, but I didn't. Why? You. I'm still here because of you, Dean. I'm still fighting. For you! Don't you fucking dare quit on me now. I'm barely keeping my shit together, so don't even think about giving up this fight. I know you're hurting, I do – hell, I am too – but you need to pull yourself together otherwise this is all going to go down to shit." He met his brother's eyes for a brief few moments before stalking away.
Sam's right, a voice in the back of his mind purred. He's been fighting for you his entire life. You can't give up now. If you do, you'll be giving up on him.