Title: between the north wind and the sun
Disclaimer: the brothers aren't mine
Warnings: AU post-apocalyptic future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 325
Point of view: third
Prompt: Winchesters. Any sort of outsider POV (double kudos if it's about dangerous!Winchesters )
They come in the fall, but not always. Mama says to stay out of their way, that their eyes are sharp and dangerous. Mama says that they're dangerous but she won't ever turn them away.
Was their land first, she says, long long ago, when even my grandma wadn't nothin'.
They come in the fall with an ancient beast as their ride, and ancient weapons that roar. They come in the fall and take the furthest cabin and keep to themselves, those dangerous men with sharp eyes.
She watches them, when she can. Curious, defiant. They're unlike anyone she's ever known, here in the wilds. Untouched land, away from the sores of the cities, away from the dissolution of civilization.
Was their land, Mama says, My grandma called it South Dakota, but that was ages ago, back before the War. Protected land. Keeps us safe, even now. And them. They keep us safe, too.
They come in the fall, right before the cold time, and leave when the plants start to bloom again. They haven't changed in the fifteen years since she first saw them; Mama says they haven't changed in all the years she's known them, either.
They don't age, and they always come back. In the fall, but not every fall. Mama says they travel the world in their ancient beast, with their roaring weapons and their sharp eyes, and that they'll do it forever.
Made a deal, Mama says. My grandma's grandpa said so. Made a deal back before the War. We stay on the land, and they come back, and in-between they wander, killin' monsters.
She never speaks to them. Only watches, wondering.
The taller one is bigger than anyone she's ever seen, even the men that pass through sometimes. And the shorter one (still bigger than any other man besides his companion) looks at her in her hiding spot sometimes, with a smirk that shows his teeth.
Dangerous. Beautiful.
Heroes, Mama says.