SPN Drabble Challenge
Prompt: Pretty
Words: 109
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, owned the perfection of Sam and Dean, or any other Supernatural material. All rights go to Kripke and the WB/CW.
Author's Note: I was feeling really down in the dumps this past week. Kind of made it impossible to write something light-hearted. So, this week's entry is a little darker/more serious. A case of boredom also inspired me to do more than one drabble. And then I was challenged to write each in a different style *sighs*
Part one is in fragments.
Inspired by Candy, a movie in three parts.
{ HELL }
...
Echoing screams... Fist, trembling, clutching a blade... The assail of sulfur and gore... Eyes squeezed shut...
"Relax, Dean." Alistair says. A smile and a smug drawl.
"We both knew you wouldn't fight this forever. Let go of right and wrong. Release your burdens. Pain. Fear. Rage..."
The righteous man surrenders to the devil on his shoulder. His eyes fly open.
The sight of fresh blood and tattered clothes. A husk of a woman chained to decaying mortar.
She moans and raises her head, disoriented. Her gaze clashes with his. A challenge to remember.
Recognition sinks in and Dean's ferocity vanishes.
"Cut them all into pretty little Bela."