Silent Confessions
E/O Drabble challenge, word: confession.
Summary: How can you bridge the gaping abyss of death and Hell and loss and despair? How much have the brothers left to share? Tag to 8.09
A/N: Hey, it's been Christmas and I skipped the 400 words challenge, so I thought... uh, well – 400 words for me and for you would be fine. Happy New Year to all of you, with new adventures and new opportunities and old friends, of course :-) I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world!
The battered alarm clock at the nightstand blinked 2.04 am, and still there was a constant rush from the near highway. His eyes were filled with darkness. He wondered if Benny was somewhere out there, finally defeated by his instincts. Or if he was trying to fit into the human world, so different from Purgatory, and still, so terrifying similar.
He sighed, listening to his brother's restless tossing and turning.
"So that's it, Sammy," he thought. "Here we are, haunted hunters, killed and torn back from the dead, trying to get on the road again, just that we're not headed in the same direction anymore – and maybe we never were, I just didn't want to see it."
There was a hushed huff from the other bed, but he didn't bother. The need for confessions was long gone by. He blinked away the memories of a time when he'd known his brother inside out, able to read his every emotion.
"Go, Sam," his heart cried. "I know you want to. Maybe you are like mum after all, just yearning for a real life after everything that happened. And who am I to stop you..."
He closed his eyes.
The darkness remained.