Myrkur
Creeno
A sort-of tag. Hee.
«samskeyti»
It rains backwards in Dean's head.
It flows up and up and up outside the house Bobby knows used to be their family's. Back when it was John, Mary, Dean and Sam.
He goes up the stairs slowly, doesn't touch the doors.
He knows better than that.
There's a little boy with freckles standing in the doorway, watching everything in slow motion. Bobby's drawn to the sight of the boy being thrown out the nursery as it bursts into flames, and the sight of John stunned beside him in fear.
The boy gets up, rams himself against the door, once, twice, screaming.
A chill goes up Bobby's spine at the sound of Mary's screams coupled with the high pitched wail of what was unmistakably Sam.
-
The house keep had shaken Dean frantically, screaming.
He hadn't moved.
Just slept and slept and slept.
What she didn't see was his brother, greengold eyes worried, unable to touch him.
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The little boy is grabbed by John, and he screams when John carries him down the stairs, down to safety.
The second one, watching all of this, turns away, moves to the door to the left.
"Dean?"
He seems not to hear him, just opens the door, and slips into it.
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Bela Talbot finds the Colt in the safe after they take Dean's sleeping form away.
She grins, already running a list of contacts in her head, turns and abruptly feels cold fingers on her wrists and angry eyes pin themselves on her.
When the help comes back, Bela Talbot is found strangled next to an empty safe.
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It's cold and Bobby wants to vomit.
There are people, parts of people dangling from meat hooks, like a butcher's shop. There's cooled blood on the floor, and the rank of them makes him want to gag.
The boy walks through them easy, pushing aside their bodies where it grows too dense, still unable or unwilling to see or hear Bobby behind him. Bobby sees that some of the bodies have their organs missing, not just entrails spilled over the floor.
It gets colder and colder the further and further the boy walks through the mental butcher shop.
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He waits with a baseball bat, smirk on his face. He knew the second hunter would come, try to spoil his fun.
But he's not having that.
A cold hand slides itself into the intruder's spinal cord and pulls.
-
"Dean?"
The boy twists open the door knob, looks at Bobby blankly.
Then a small smile blooms on his face.
He pushes the door open and standing there is―
"Bobby!"
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He jerks awake to Ellen's worried face and the sight of Dean's eyes blinking slowly open in the hospital light. He takes a breath, tries to deny what he saw.
"Dean?" His voice is hoarse as he sits up.
"I'm fine," Dean looks up, grins a little, but his eyes are flat.
Tell anyone and you'll be hanging on a meat hook.
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"He saw you,"
"I know."
"But he won't tell,"
"I know,"
"Did you get him? The student?"
"Of course. I got the other one too, the girl. She wanted the gun,"
"You should've let her take it,"
"It's yours. No one else's,"
"If you say so,"
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(sometimes, when bobby sleeps, he runs away from his wife, into the little meat factory where dean hung his bodies. sometimes, he follows dean in that door, to the field of poppies where he can see sam and his goldgreen eyes and their mother, a puppet made of mirrors and it terrifies him beyond belief)
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