Hey all!
I recently wote this short drabble for a fan fiction challange on www.supernatural.tv. The challange was to re-write an eding, and i've always been a feelings kinda gal, and this is what came out. It recieved third place, and i hope you enjoy it :)
Nikki
Pilot Alternate Ending
The fiery orange haze lit the dark night brightly, the flickering of the flames casting a shadow over the faces of the small crowd of onlookers that had assembled to watch the tragedy. Firefighters calmly attended to the blaze, shooting hard jets of water at the burning apartment, smothering the heat, ending the spectacle, but too late for the young woman inside.
At the back of the crowd, Dean stood, his jaw line tight and set grimly, his eyes never leaving the blaze. He felt partly responsible for this; he had taken his brother away. After all those years of nothing, he'd come and expected Sam to join him. And being the loyal brother Sam is, he had. He'd questioned Dean, but had caved. And now his girlfriend was dead, killed by the evil that had claimed their mother. Sam didn't deserve this.
Slowly Dean peeled his eyes away from the building, gradually walking over and joining his brother at the trunk of the impala. He watched in silence as Sam, quiet but determined, loaded a shotgun in preparation for the road ahead.
'We have work to do.'
The shotgun clattered loudly as it landed in the trunk, Sam staring at it dully as he closed the lid on it. Dean looked helplessly at Sam as his brother struggled to contain his emotion.
He slowly looked up at Dean, his older brother, his mentor…his best friend, and his eyes shone with tears that welled fast in his eyes. Dean looked back sympathetically, pained at the expression his brother gave him, before their gaze broke, and Sam slid into the car. Dean, taking one last glance at the building, sat in the seat beside him, the rumble of the impala hitting the somber night as it roared into the distance.
Sam gazed out of the window; the few stars twinkling innocently above him, their light cheerful and illuminating like nothing was wrong. The outside world flew past; a blur, a mere distraction for Sam's eyes as his mind raced on. Jess…his true love, gone. Gone in an unnatural ball of fire that should never have come near her. He'd been a danger to her; he'd known he was a danger, yet it hadn't been enough for him to do anything about it. This burden; this memory, to remain embedded in his mind, his soul, for eternity. He would never forget…
He sat in that car a broken man, a man whose world had been turned upside down after being so perfect. He had had everything…and now it was gone. His girlfriend, his father, his mother…
His thoughts were interrupted by Dean, who had laid his hand on Sam's shoulder.
'I know this is probably a stupid question…but are you ok?' Dean asked quietly, his eyes full of worry and concern.
And Sam realised, then, that he hadn't lost everything. He had Dean. Though it was hard to have lost so much, he'd gained something he truly longed to have back again. His brother. That was the only thing that mattered; that Dean hadn't left him.
He gave a small smile in return.
'No…but I will be,' he replied softly.
Dean accepted this, and the car lapsed back into silence as it shot on through the night. Everything would be ok.
It had to be.
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