Title: illustrator
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 320
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lucas Barr (Dead in the Water), The psychic drawings never stopped.
Over the years, his childish scribbles become actual works of art. He never thinks much of it-they're just things he draws to pass the time, when he's bored or confused.
Or angry. Some of the best are from when he's pissed at Mom or a teacher or that goddamned bully who won't leave him alone. Eventually, Mom's latest boyfriend always finds the pictures and asks about them.
Usually, that ends with the guy walking out because Mom refuses to get Lucas help. He doesn't need help.
(He remembers wet and cold and terror, so much terror. But there were also hands, warm and strong, and a chest he rested against, arms that held him tight and brought him back to land and to life.)
The drawings aren't clear unless you know what they are. Lucas finally titles them with things that seem random, like deal coming due and the hands that held the world. Or, Hell Rising and Salvation.
When he's twenty-five, he's hired by a writer named Chuck Shurley to illustrate some of his books. The series is being turned into graphic novels.
Lucas has read every single one. He'd showed the one about them to Mom and she freaked for a few hours.
The books never really describe the Winchesters, and Chuck watches with wide eyes as Lucas draws them from the perspective of a six-year-old kid.
He wants to ask Chuck if the Winchesters are still alive. The last thing he saw, Dean and Sam standing side by side against a brilliant, burning light. The books end with Sam going to Hell and Dean sobbing, bleeding and broken, on the ground.
The graphic novels, Chuck tells him, will end with Dean's deal coming due.
"That's not happy, dude," Lucas says.
Chuck shrugs. "Their story so rarely was."
Lucas takes that use of past tense as an answer to a question he doesn't have the courage to ask.