No More Re-runs

E/O Drabble Challenge, word: old.

Summary: You can get used to a lot of things. This isn't part of it.

Tag to 9.23 "Do you believe in Miracles" - so: be warned of possible spoilers.

A/N: What did you expect? There was no way to guide this drabble into another direction with "old" – I tried and failed.


"This shit's getting old" Sam's brain said, trying to ignore the newsflash and shut down, because it remembered Dean dying – EACH. GODDAMN. TIME. The real ones and the ones artfully provided by the Trickster, and the thing was:

There was no difference!

No easing.

The piercing shock, the denial, the choking anguish and despair, limbs frozen, heart shattered into razor-sharp shards trying to cut their way out, lips numb from transforming one endless scream into meaningless pleas, eyes failing to stop time and preserve a beloved image ... it was always the same.

And he just couldn't stand it anymore.