Title: You will live in vain
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Thoreau
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 290
Point of view: third
Prompt: any/any, Crying won't help you, praying won't do you no good
He finally has the monster trapped, locked down tight with blessed chains, with a ring of holy water, with the righteous determination to save the world.
The monster just watches silently, liquid green eyes wide with shock and fear, and he unsheathes his sharpest knife.
"You understand, don't you, Sammy?" he asks gently. "The hunter in you knows I'm right."
But the monster still doesn't speak. It's calm, unmoving, in the center of the circle, waiting.
He'll have to get close, to make sure the monster is put down for good. And he'll have to be quick, because the monster's deluded brother should be waking soon.
"Sammy," he says, "just let me do this. Don't fight. You know it's the only way to keep the world safe from the evil growin' in you."
And the monster finally opens its mouth to say quietly, "The only evil I see is a good man giving in to fear."
He sighs and steps up to very edge of the circle, fingers tight on the hilt of his knife. "Let me put you down. It's the only way your brother won't die tryin' to save somethin' that just can't be saved."
And now the monster's voice is so gentle, so soft, when it says, "This is your last chance, Gordon. Break the circle and let me leave."
He scoffs and the monster's lips curl in a sad smile. "Remember," it says, "I gave you the choice."
"I wouldn't have even give him that," Dean drawls from behind him and he spins in place, knife raised.
Too late, though, because Dean's got a gun and the last thing Gordon sees is the monster's brother, eyes cold, and the last thing he hears is the monster, laughing.