Title: Summer ends and we wonder where we are
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dar Williams
Warnings: AU; takes place sometime in season 5 (I think)
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 215
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural; Meg/Dean; "Don't be a sissy, Dean. Do it like you mean it."
He's hesitant, fingers loose on the knife. Quick little glances at her before he looks away. Weak and pathetic.
"Don't be a sissy, Dean," she snarls. "Do it like you mean it."
He flinches. There is nothing of Alistair's star pupil left in him. He's just a broken man now.
She rolls her eyes, turning away. "You're not worth it," she says. Two years out of Hell have turned him soft.
"Please let Sam go," he whispers at her back. No bite. Not even a bark. Just a bag of skin walking around with shattered bones.
She laughs. "This feels like home, Dean," she purrs, tossing a smirk over her shoulder. "Bein' in Sammy again. This is where I was meant to be."
Dean's grip on the knife changes. He moves too quick to follow, and the edge is at her throat.
"You won't," she says. "You went to Hell for this boy."
"And I learned so much," he replies, caressing her skin. "Let my brother go or die in him." He smirks now, and all she can see is Alistair. "He's the Vessel, babe," Dean says. "He'll come back. You won't, not again." He tilts his head. "Maybe I'll kill you anyway."
His hand twists. She doesn't even have time to scream.