A/N- Long time since I have had a story up
A/N- Long time since I have had a story up!! A new one at least!! I have been so…ugh, other than my actual computer getting a fried hard drive and a shattered screen, it's been problem after problem in the unfortunately-not-virtual world.
Hope you enjoy this 3:38 AM story and give me some feedback, much appreciated!! )
Pale.
He'd never seen the sky so pale.
It wasn't blue, it wasn't white, and it wasn't the colors of a morning sunrise that it should have been.
No, it was just…pale.
Looking around at the collapsed bodies surrounding the house, he knew something terrible had set itself on the Earth.
It was tainting, quickly yet efficiently, all that dared to fight its path, to cross its path, to obstruct the path it was intending to follow.
Bobby didn't know what to feel as he made his way to the foyer where the banging and screeching had erupted from.
But deep down, deep in the part he so desperately wished he could expel from his being, Bobby knew what to expect in that room.
He'd been powerless the moment his eyes rested upon the brothers.
He'd been weak the moment that he noticed one of them wasn't moving.
He'd been stupid to wonder how the youngest was holding up.
Sam was sitting there with his legs out in front of him, much like the way he did as a child, with his fist gripping onto the mass of torn shirt that was sticking to Dean's body with the same stick, dark red blood that was clinging to Sam's jeans.
Bobby noticed Sam staring. It wasn't at Dean, though the not-yet-dried tear streaks were an indication that he had been.
But it was at that damned sky.
That sky that was pale.
And he noticed with grim depiction that it was the same color as Dean's skin.
He felt himself fall to the floor against the doorframe, staring at that sky.
It was mocking, it was teasing, it was all-knowing at the truth and it was shoving in their faces.
And for the first time since the death of his wife, the death he'd cause without choice but not without remorse, tears seeped into his eyes.
Sam still didn't look at him and he thought briefly with much conviction that a large part of Sam had died on that floor, in screams and cries.
He knew that it was no different for himself.
While sitting there, both of the living men growing colder inside, they stared with broken souls and wet cheeks at the pale sky.
I hope it didn't suck too bad, I am running on no sleep and slight depression right now but I needed something to release a little of both so please let me know what you think!!
Love it? Hate it? Be nice, I'm tired lol. ) Thanks for reading! 3 you guys!
Oh, and sorry it's so short. It's just a small little thing that will hopefully motivate me to hurry up and finish with my newest…oh, can't tell…it's a secret but you'll love it hopefully.
Laters.