Fade To Black
A/N: Dean's a Metallica fan, and so am I, so it was inevitable I'd end up writing something like this sooner or later. There's quite a lot of Metallica songs I think Dean could relate to or would be relevant to him, which may be why he likes them, and there are others I think he probably dislikes for the exact same reasons. I wanted to explore that a bit, so I decided to start this series of mini-drabbles where I'll listen to a Metallica song and write about an aspect of Dean's life I think fits with it. I won't be writing up the lyrics, but if you listen to the song and the lyrics before reading, you may get more out of this. Opening with the opening track from Death Magnetic, although there's some bleed through from other similar themed songs on that album.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns Supernatural and all the songs are the property of Metallica.
That Was Just Your Life
How many times was it now, that he'd come back from the dead? And every time it never got any easier. The world was still the same. He'd die, resurrect, and come back to find things just as crappy and messed up as they had been before. Then he'd go back to the daily grind of fighting demons and monsters, trying to do some good and make a scrap of difference, even though there was no end in sight.
This was what his life was: an endless battle until it was over, and even then, it had always just ended up starting once again shortly after. He was beginning to grow tired of it, wondering if he'd ever find any kind of peace, because there didn't seem to be any. Like in Hell, time up here seem to stretch on forever when life felt like an endless torment. It was almost a mockery, that even when he'd been dragged back from the Pit, he found his only reprieve was to be screwed over by Heaven. And then there was even worse to follow. The misery and pain were unrelenting: defeat one enemy only to find another, even worse one waiting behind it; overcome one challenge only to find himself being hurt by something else he hadn't expected. This was the way it was for him, year after year, life after life.
The day was getting long now, and he was ready for it to be over.