Supernatural Drabbles
a/n: A set of short fics each exactly 100 words and based on a weekly word prompt.
Originally written for "Supernatural 100"
Challenge Prompt: "Uncover"
Title: Hurting on the Inside
Dean's fingers bit into skin, hard and cruel.
"The hell is wrong with you Sammy?"
The younger boy turned away, all shaking bones and harsh breath under his touch.
"Are you hurt?"
Sam's head shook no but his eyes sold him out.
Dean's hand sought skin until he felt the damage, heard the soft groan.
Peeling back layers until he saw the smooth muscled flesh marred by blood and bruising
"S'okay Sam, it's not that bad. I've got you."
"Hurts."
"Where?" Dean's whisper all fear and worry now.
"Here." Sam moved his hand over his heart. "Thought I'd lost you."
Challenge Prompt: "Shine"
Title: Cold metal
"It is worthless"
The words rang bitter and harsh yet seemed to capture the very essence of truth.
There was no hope, no salvation, no light at the end of the tunnel.
Just a darkness between the shadows that seeped cold against his skin and dulled the light from his eyes.
He had lost family, lost friends and now…now he knew he had never really known Sam.
Dean gripped the amulet that had once been warm… bright with the love of his little brother.
Now the shine was gone and all Dean could feel in his hand was cold metal.
Challenge Prompt: "Apocalypse"
Title: Apocalypse
Winchester blood has always been easily spilt
A vivid red that marks their mistakes, bonds them closer
Hunting is under their skin, burning through their veins
Like passion, like poison
They share a bond stronger than family
Brothers in arms
Dean has always sacrificed to save Sam
It's his job
Sam has always acted out of love
He was taught by the best
Evil has always had a way with words, twisting things
Hiding in plain sight, smirking
There has been a war coming since the dawn of time
The only difference is that now ... it has a name
Challenge Prompt: "Neutral"
Title: Nothing Left
Sam had caged Lucifer and was paid with fire and brimstone
Angels were dicks yet they sat in heaven playing God
Hunters had and always would die young or bloody… probably both
Demons ravaged, planes crashed and clowns probably still killed
The world kept turning and chaos was the soulmate of free will
Peace was the harbinger of guilt
Nothing on this earth remained unscathed, unchanged
It had always been about choosing sides not winning
Dean couldn't give a damn about picking up the pieces
No interest in being the last man standing
He had nothing left worth fighting for
