Summary: A collection of snippets, depicting possible
scenes either never taking place in front of a camera, or
ideas/thoughts/emotions hard to relay via that media...
Warning:
The tense may vary from piece to piece, as will the length and POV.
Spoilers about for Season 2 of Supernatural.
Disclaimer: If I claim it followed me home, can I keep it?
Well, back on the bandwagon. A lot late, too, but...Vicissitudes stole my writing time.
COGITATIONS 2
210:
Hunted
by Sade Lyrate
(May make no sense, even if
you've seen 1x10 and 1x22. In addition to, of course, 2x10.)
His hits stun Gordon, buy him precious slivers of seconds to gain the upper hand. Dark eyes focus on him, meet his gaze halfway down the barrel of the gun.
Past and present swirl in confusion, memories a mess.
His ears
hear Gordon, his mind listens to voices so much more familiar...
"Do it!"
It's all wrong. He knows he's in Indiana, the police can't be but minutes away, this isn't Illinois, there's a different man on the floor.
Man.
Not a monster.
But for a blink, it's so hard to tell.
"You shoot me, son!"
Every part of him urges him to pull the trigger (End it), get back at the bastard for everything.
"Sammy!"
But now there's no Ellicott.
There's no salt charge in the
gun.
There's no Demon, no Colt.
There's only Gordon.
There's only Sam.
And something snaps.