Hi, this is Lambent Tongues of Flame. This is my first fanfic so be nice. We just got this episode in the UK so I decided that I just had to write a tag for it.
When The Heavens Cried For Him.
He stood.
He just…
Stood.
The crowbar, that was once cool and solid within his hands, slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a dull, metallic thud…but he did not hear it.
He could not hear it.
He was spent.
The blood was pounding in his ears as paused; crowbar at his feet, destroyed car in front of him. He had halted his brutal attack for now. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled up and the intense feeling that he was being watched swept across him. The wash of emotions that threatened to consume him swelled to the surface in a rush and he found himself blinking back tears.
So he blinked.
And then he was running.
He had to get away.
He did not belong here.
He would never belong here.
He would never belong anywhere.
So he ran. He ran away, the dusty red soil that covered the ground was swept up in a hazy cloud behind him as he raced from the impala, from his troubles, from Sam…
Sam…
He couldn't carry on like this anymore.
It had only been a week.
He had been cheated, and it was his fault...
It shouldn't have been his Father...
He should be dead...
So he ran, not knowing where he was going and not caring. Not caring when he stumbled and tripped over an old car door next to the fence in Bobby's backyard. Not caring when he drove his foot, heel first through the wood. Not caring when he broke away the now splintered wood, ignorant of the fact that his hands now bled. And not caring whether or not anyone would notice his absence.
He ran along a country road now, the dusty red clouds he created long forgotten in the graveyard of cars as he ran. The gravel scuffled under his feet. It was the only other sound apart from his heavy breathing.
He ran to keep from screaming. To keep from screaming until his throat bled and was raw. To keep from causing more destruction to his now broken family. To keep from hurting Sammy.
He stumbled to an old tree along the country road, pressing his hand hard against the stitches in his chest, wincing as he felt his warm blood spread under his fingertips. Growling he pushed away from the tree, leaving blood fingerprints in his wake and continued on the road to nowhere, the road away from anywhere, it did not matter.
Ignoring the stinging pain in his chest, his panting from exertion and the way his legs felt like they would collapse under him within any minute, he carried on running. He carried on putting one foot in front of the other, carried on away from the car, carried on away from his brother, away from his troubles, away from his pain. The need to be anywhere but where he was now, even if it meant leaving Sam behind was lost as a choked sob broke free its fortifications.
'I'm sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him. So, you're right. What I'm doing right now, it is too little…it's too late.'
Another sob broke free from within him and Dean stumbled to a halt, his legs finally crumbling beneath him. It didn't register with him that glass, and gravel and dust had become embedded into his knees and hands as he had pitched forwards, slamming into the road. So lost was he with the turmoil in his soul, in his heart, that he did not notice the pain in his hands, his knees, his chest…his heart
He did not notice when it began to rain…
'I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not alright. Not at all…But neither are you…That much I do know.'
And now, alone on the country road Dean pulled himself towards a tree. There leaning his weary bones against the solid wood he sat letting the heavens rain upon him. His eyes clamped shut, closing out the world around him, closing out the too freakin' happy world around him, closing out the pain that resided within him and let the rain around him softly fall. The water left sad trails down his face where the tears, that he would not let fall, would be.
The heavens cried for Dean Winchester.
And so he sat.
He just…
Sat.
What do you think? Should I continue with another chapter?! I don't know…Please read and review! I would like to hear your thoughts on this one!
