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E/O Challenge: Silo. 250 & 100 word drabbles. #1: As Dean attempts to track down his missing brother, he considers the recent deterioration of their relationship. #2: Dean may be sinking to new depths, but Sam's aiming higher than he ever has before. Alternative ending to season 9.
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Together, Apart
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A/N: As Dean attempts to track down his missing brother, he considers the recent deterioration of their relationship. 250 words.
Never the Twain
Dean kicked at the ground, sending up a plume of dust in the otherwise empty grain silo. "Where are you?" he growled, interrupting the eerie near-silence. He'd been so sure Sam's trail led here.
As he gazed out over endless, empty fields only the distant chirruping of cicadas seemed to respond to his question; and the odds were they didn't know either.
He cursed under his breath. This 'doing their own thing' was only meant to be a safety valve in a life that otherwise meant constant living in one another's pockets. Sam had insisted he needed his own space, but lately they'd drifted into an unsatisfying, parallel existence; never quite out of sight but never quite together either.
Dean shook his head. "Boohoo, suck it up. What you gonna do, cry?" he thought, savagely pushing down on his feelings. With the exception of their various forays into other Hell-dimensions, he'd spent almost every day with his brother and still he didn't know what was going through that obstinate head most of the time.
He thought back to the last time he'd seen Sam; he'd been distracted, barely even looking up from his magazine as he'd asked Sam what he was looking for. His brother had paused. "I'll tell you when I find it." Dean had rolled his eyes at such mysterious bullshit.
He shivered at an odd sensation of being watched. Feeling vulnerable in the open, Dean stalked back to the Impala, leaving the cicadas to whisper their secrets.
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A/N: Dean may be sinking to new depths, but Sam's aiming higher than he ever has before. Follows on from 'Never the Twain'. An AU loosely based on '9.11 First Born', where each angelic possession leaves some of the angel's grace behind.
As Below, So Above
"That which is Below corresponds to that which is Above, and that which is Above corresponds to that which is Below, to accomplish the miracle of the One Thing" - Hermes Trismegistus
Sam watched his brother stumble away. It was strange; to be in the open, but still hidden. He felt guilty at messing with Dean's head. But well, what goes around...
His body was full to bursting with the captive grace he'd devoured from each angel. Demon blood had nothing on it. He'd struggled, but for Dean's sake, he'd kept his hands off Castiel.
I'm not so much a vessel now as a... He looked around, noticed the silo, and snorted.
Just a few more and he'd go up like a rocket.
Then let's see Metatron stop the new Heavenly Host.
(;,;)
