The Abyss
It's been a stressful day so this is the kind of stuff that seem to flow freely from my brain when that happens. Not a happy fic.
Tag to 9x09 - need I say more?
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
The stench of charred flesh permeates the room, the smoldering remnants that used to house the window to Kevin Tran's soul turned silently towards their accuser, boring into him like a macabre, onyx abyss; encased in a permanent void from which there is no return.
They draw him in like the pull of a black hole from which nothing; not a sliver of light or particle of dust once consumed can ever escape. Unconsciously he inches his way along the floor without feeling; the numbness having overtaken him in earnest to run rampant in every molecule stored in his body; its automatic defense response to shield his already fragile mind from complete collapse.
Closer and closer he drags himself on autopilot, throat dry and lips moving, a repentant phrase floating softly into the space that has folded in on him; saturated and covered in the veil of death.
There is an unnatural curve frozen on the prophet's lips; paralyzed in its death throe it is etched, forever attaching itself onto the once youthful face; a hideous and morbid alteration of the innocence that once resided within the man.
The bringer of his demise kneels above Kevin's body; time and place and Heaven and Hell forgotten as bloodshot, blurry eyes fixate on what is now just another corpse at his feet; lifeless; destroyed by the curse he continues to subject those that surround him to.
Senses begin to alter the brain's perception the longer his gaze is affixed on the face; twisted into a distorted snapshot of horror, pain and anguish as it breathed out for the last time.
If reason and logic were still a remote possibility within his grieving mind he would know it isn't real; that Kevin's voice, filled with hatred and loathing and betrayal drifting outward from the mouth that has transformed itself into a viscous sneer could not actually be.
I told you, Dean.
I always trust you.
Bile churns deep in his gut.
I told you, Dean!
I always get screwed.
It inches it's way up his throat, clawing along to burn the tissue as it goes.
I TOLD YOU, DEAN!
He gasps as darkness encroaches, the pull of the painless abyss sucking him in.
YOU did this to me. YOU DID THIS, DEAN!
Likeblack holes that crush and absorb everything around them, his mind starts to collapse in on itself, no longer able to exist in the brutal reality that he himself helped to construct and design. His scream echoes through the room as he grips his head frantically with his hands, his mind choosing to expel, purge and crush everything that causes pain into dust instead of facing what has become.
He finally succumbs and collapses to land awkwardly beside the dead prophet, his eyes just as lifeless but his body with a heartbeat still.
They lay side by side, the hunter and the prophet; Dean Winchester's eyes blank and catatonic, and Kevin Tran's lips curved into a sinister, disturbing smile.
The End.