SPN Drabble Challenge
Prompts: Prime, midnight
Words: Just under 350
A/N: This got away from me and ended up being way longer than I meant, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to DSCWin for the tip.
Best wishes for the New Year to everyone and beating those pesky resolutions.
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• BLACKOUT •
Castiel winced against the collective screams ringing in his ears as he and the Winchesters moved through the throng of people.
"What time is it?" Sam shouted over the deafening roar.
"It's two minutes to twelve," Cas informed. "The new year is almost upon us."
"Any chance this bastard's actually gonna show up?!"
Dean impatiently tightened his grip on the spell-modified EMP.
"I don't know," Cas said more to himself than the brothers, scanning the expectant crowd and surrounding New York City buildings.
"Cas, do you see anything?"
"No... Not yet."
The trio continued looking around, searching for any sign of the formless deity. An event like this was a prime opportunity for a juice-up and its centennial feeding. Yet it still hadn't showed. They watched and waited, literally counting the seconds..
"Ten," the holiday crowd began the traditional countdown in an excited frenzy. "Nine..."
"Anything?" Sam asked, agitated.
"No."
"Are you sure it's even here?!" Dean pressured.
The angel squinted at the buildings again, trying to pick up on any electrical disturbances nearby.
"Seven... six... five..."
"Cas!"
"There."
Castiel pointed towards the famed neon ball as it glitched and pulsated, then vanished. With a flap of his wings, he went to place their only weapon beside the now abnormally bright beacon.
"Two..."
"Now!" Sam ordered.
Dean's thumb jammed against the button, stopping the ball milliseconds before it made touchdown. An icy gust of wind swept over the confused spectators as the lit-up globe fizzed and then blew out in an explosion of sparks.
"Not bad for the first kill of the New Year," Sam admired amidst the raining confetti.
Cas reappeared among the disappointed and outraged onlookers.
"Did it work?"
"I'd say so," Dean smirked, patting his friend on the back. "A lightning god going out with a bang at the stroke of midnight... That's why I love this j-"
One by one, every building and moving billboard began to go black. It seems Apocatequil wasn't the only thing they ended. Now, there was no New Year's in New York City.