Burning
By: Raven
Disclaimer - I don't own 'em but I wish I did.
Summary - The musing of one Winchester. Dean POV, very short, one-shot. Constructive criticism most welcome. Warning - One-sided Wincest, nothing graphic.
Push, lift, throw. Push, lift, throw. Repeat.
Ya'know, I really hate these newer graves, they dig 'em deeper then they used to. It sure as hell makes it harder to salt and burn the damn bastards.
Push, lift, throw. Push, lift, throw. Repeat.
Burning. What is it with our family and fire? For the last twenty-two years Dad has done nothing but look for the fire, searching for it… He's always searching and never finding. He's never going to find it. He knows it. He hates it.
Push, lift, throw. Push, lift, throw. Repeat.
And Sam? He ran from it, but it found him anyway. It only proves what I've been thinking all along, you can't ever get away. He's always running, hiding. You can't hide from the dark Sammy, not without stepping into the light, and even if you won't admit it, you know we don't belong there. We never will.
Push, lift, throw. Push, lift, throw. Repeat.
I've never run from fire, but I'm not chasing it either. I don't have to. I can feel it churning just beneath my skin, just below the surface. I'm always burning. I'm surprised Sammy can't feel it. It burns so hot sometimes that I'm sure he just has to feel it pouring off me, but he doesn't.
Push, lift, throw. Push, lift, throw. Repeat.
Mom felt it, she was burning too. I could feel it. It's getting hard for me to remember her now, but I know it was there. I sometimes think it was fitting that she died in a fire, she burned so bright in life, why should it be any different in death? Are you proud of what I am? Of who I've become? I miss you Mom, I love you.
Push, lift, throw. Push, lift, throw. Thunk.
Finally.
I hate these new coffins, they're so hard to get into. Pass me that crowbar Sammy, I'll get it open. The world hasn't made a thing yet that I can't get into if I want, caskets, houses, offices, shops, warehouses, car locks, even that cute waitress down at the hotel diner. Yeah, I got into her too, but she's not what I want.
I'm burning again, Sammy pulled me up out of this hole and my skin's on fire. Starting from my hand, moving up and spreading from there. He's standing so close, he has to feel the heat washing through my body, between us. But he doesn't.
Salt, lighter fluid, a match, and now I'm not the only thing burning. It makes it harder to breath, especially when Sammy steps closer to me. He's so close now, I can feel his heat through my shirt and I'm sure he must feel me burning, but he doesn't.
He never will.
