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E/O Drabble Challenge, word: cube.
Summary: Things might look unsuspicious from the outside – and a whole lot different from within. Winchesters should know that...
A/N: A cube. What the... That was kind of edgy, but I tried to be a good girl - so only 200 instead of 600 words :-) I hope that earns me some sunny days, I could really use them - there seems to be just one color for the German winter, and it's GREY.
He couldn't turn his eyes off the object.
Sharp edges, like blades, dangerous to whoever dared to touch it.
Smooth surface – giving nothing away about it's hidden secrets.
"There might be darkness," he thought "there might be pain and solitude and silence and oblivion."
He watched his finger slide over the gleaming white, cool and comforting to his touch. He didn't flinch when the edge drew blood, a single drop running around the twelve corners of the cube.
As it began to unfold, revealing a blinding light like molten gold, he smiled.
It felt like coming home.
He didn't resist.
He couldn't feel the teeth-shattering convulsions, or the chillness of the floor. All he felt were claws cutting his soul from his flesh with the cold precision of a surgeon. Images were ripped from his mind, emotions uncovered and neatly severed. He fought for every piece of his being, to no avail.
"I" he cried.
"I am"
"eandeanDEAN!"
One excruciating tsunami-wave was crushing into him, leaving him gasping and cradled by what felt like an octopus.
Sam's eyes looked salty and terrified and huge, and he followed them to the torched remnants of the cube.
He leaned back into safety.