In Between Jobs
Warnings: DARK!
Disclaimer: I tried to keep Sammy locked up in a little golden box, but somehow Dean managed to get him back...damned.
Side note: I just rewatched 6x22 the man who knew too much and I realized how much I love soulless!Sam for his effed-up-ness. So that got this little plot bunny stuck in my head. And yeah I know the title kind of sucks.
Summary: Soulless!Sam makes a bonfire.
The dark summer air is heavy with the stench of burning flesh. It would be repulsive, but this is far from the first body he has burned over the years and he welcomes the familiarity of it. Smell, touch, taste...Pretty much the only sensations left to him and he would probably feel grateful for them if he still could.
Instead he just takes them, doesn't linger.
Sweat burns in the swallow cuts on his forearms and hands. Scratches he got when he searched the nearby treeline for dry wood to build a pyre. His muscles throb from hoisting the heavy body onto it and his shirt clings to him in the stiff night air.
It's a shame really. Damned good hunter, but he drew the short straw. It happens. Dangerous gig and all that.
He takes a calculated step back from the growing flames as they start to envelope the lifeless body before him. With almost childlike fascination he watches the fire lick it's way across the pale skin and wonders what it would feel like if he reached out and touched it. Coldness, Death in contrast to the wild heat. But he needs his hands. Needs them for the next hunt he has already lined up.
His eyes drop to his watch. He should be on the road by now if he wants to make it there in time to start his investigations. He remembers similar occasions though. From before. Burning the corpses of his father, Adam, Bobby's wife. He stayed then. Watched the flames grow and with it the emotions inside of him until the loud crackling of the fire was barely a whisper compared to the guilty screams in his mind.
It's quiet now.
Dean would be repulsed by his nonchalance, but his brother isn't here to be his conscience. It's just Sam tonight and even though he can't actually feel relief he still appreciates the advantages of not having to censor his expressions. It's just him. Flesh, salt, fire, death. Two plus two equals four.
His thoughts drift back to his next hunt and he decides that noone can expect him to wait the night out here when he has more important things to do. In a calm motion he picks up the rest of the gasoline and heads towards his car without a last glance.
The driver's door of the Impala creaks as he gets in and he reaches for the keys that are still inside of the old leather jacket he had dropped onto the passenger seat earlier.
The engine comes to life with a feral growl while somewhere above him a soul weeps for half of it's heaven is still burning in hell.
The end
I warned you it would be dark. I hope the little twist actually came across as a twist and wasn't just plane for everyone to see from the first line on. Would love to hear your reactions!