Looking On

Summary: Outsider POV. The boys need help but no one is nearby, save for one creature hidden away who listens and ponders.

No real spoilers, nothing too crazy to warn about.

A/N: Real life, you're a pain in my keester. (Always wanted to use that word in a sentence…) ANYwoot, it's certainly been a while. I am tentatively poking my head back into SPN fanfic in hopes of relearning how to string non-lab report sentences together. Be gentle, readers, I'm rusty.

Disclaimer: Indeed, SPN is still not mine. All I own is a laptop and a few words.


I am looking on. I see all around me, the universe above and earth below. I feel the reverberations of times past and I can sense what may come. And I am alive, so alive. I could soak in the wild rays of the sun and spread them out to the world beneath my feet. I can hold the stars on my shoulders, and if I so choose, in a single breath, I could blow them all out.

I have existed far longer than any creature should. I was there to watch the young earth spit fire and ash, I waited as it cooled. I welcomed the small creatures as they grew into existence, no more than a cluster of cells to float along the air. I formed just the smallest of waves to help the first fish make it to the edge of the ocean and flop onto the sand.

I saw the rise and fall of beasts, the order and anarchy of the wild as it grew and grew. I watched small mammals come to dominate the trees, and contemplated their fates as they jumped down onto the firm earth and began to stand upright. I looked on as these insignificant beings came to dominate the land and quickly tried to subdue it, tearing and slicing into Mother Nature. As if She could ever be killed. As if She could ever be tamed.

I have seen all this and more, so, so much more.

Human civilization no longer amuses me. I take my leave into the quieter shades of the world, in the shadows where no man dares to venture. I have returned to watching the clusters as they drift, oblivious to the world around them. They are peaceful and gentle, simple.

It is a lonely life indeed. But alas, though the centuries have passed, my dear friend Death has not seen it fit to take me. So I wait, and watch in silence and seclusion.

There have been a few who have glimpsed me, and fewer still who have truly seen me. I could crush them all so easily, little insignificant particles beneath my fingertips. I do not. I will not. I let them go on with their lives, listening in to see if they speak of me. They don't. They try to forget what they cannot comprehend. I prefer it this way.

They are still young, still foolish. I am no longer entertained. I take my leave from them.

Sometimes I think of what my family would do if they saw what humans have become. My family…the fools. The ones who tried to own the universe. They were too ambitious, too willing to lose themselves in their abilities to realize that we had a responsibility to not interfere. They tried to wipe the humans away from the earth, back when the miracle of fire had only just been discovered. They thought humans would offer a threat to us. They didn't realize they were the threat to themselves.

Death tells me they are at peace. I hope so. If I believe that, it makes my actions justified. After all, they walked away first. They left me to die in the dirt without a second thought. My retaliation was only right. It was only just, I saved an entire civilization with my deeds. And the world turns and passes through the ages because of my assistance, my act of salvation.

I still miss them. I still grieve for them.

And I sit, alone, feeling the world pass me by.

Until tonight, as it seems the world has just fallen into my lap.


A/N: The boys will coming along in the next chapter, hopefully I'll have that up for the weekend.