Title: One short sleep past, we wake eternally
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from "The Holy Sonnets" number ten by John Donne.
Warnings: spoilers for "In My Time Of Dying"
Pairings: slight Dean/Death, maybe?
Rating; PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
It doesn't usually create a form for humans to see, but it has heard stories of Dean Winchester. He, if he is the man the tales say he is, deserves an explanation.
So it crafts Tessa—a sweet, brave young woman—someone Dean can be relaxed around.
She is impressed with Dean—he is all the stories spoke of, and more. He is kind and courageous, one of the best soldiers she's ever come across, in all her long years.
He will not come willingly. He has too much invested in his father and brother to leave them behind. So she will have to tell him one of the othertruths, tell him just how the things he hunts are born—it will be cruel, to explain how easily he could become one, but his time is up.
He listens to her. His mind races as he thinks too fast for speech. She will make it gentle for him, ease him away—for this man, there will be no pain except going ahead of his family, and she cannot help with that.
Her smile is gentle as he focuses on her. He has chosen—Dean Winchester need only speak the words.