Notes: This 100 word drabble was written for the Livejournal community, spn_25. Theme Set: 'A Hunter's Soul'; Prompt #2 - Rest
The characters in this story remain the property of Eric Kripke, Robert Singer and related production companies. None of the pretties belong to me, I'm only borrowing them.
'I'll rest when I'm dead.' Isn't that how the old saying goes? Three days I lay there, on that damp, musty bed. Did I see my dad, my mom? Did Jess take me in her arms again just like in the movies? I can't remember any of it no matter how I try.
Dean says we're it. That Heaven's just a myth made up by fools to help 'em sleep at night. How can he believe that? We fight the face of Hell almost every fucking day; if Satan's real then why not God? Sure wish I knew the truth.