Summary: A collection of
snippets, depicting possible scenes either never taking place in
front of a camera, or ideas/thoughts/emotions hard to relay via that
media...
Warning: The tense may vary from piece to piece,
as will the length and POV. Spoilers about for each and every
episode so far released in the USA.
Disclaimer: No
sacrifice will wrench the Winchesterverse from its rightful owners
and into my arms.
COGITATIONS
105: Bloody Mary
by
Sade Lyrate
Note: It's quite likely that I'll replace this one with a, hopefully, better snippet in the future.
There's no more the drowned out sound of shattering glass.
The
cops are circling him.
His heart feels heavy, refusing to accept
his head's reassurances of Sam knowing what he's doing.
Something's wrong.
Fuck.
"You know, I just-" He needs to get back to Sam. "I really don't have time for this right now."
Fears he refuses to acknowledge back up his punches, hasten his
fists, urge him to just get the hell back inside. Swift and silent,
the cops go down.
Sparing them a glance to make sure they are
truly out, Dean turns on his heels, trying to quieten the clamour in
his head.
Sam's alright. Mary couldn't touch him. She didn't come, and Sam just smashed up the mirrors out of anger. Even if she did appear, Sam'd get her before she could touch him.
Inside the shop, silence still reigns. His brother doesn't approach him, smiling, 'I told you so' in his eyes. No. But there are gasps, strangled, silent, pained. Reaching with ice-cold fingers right from where Dean left the younger man.
Half-running, he grabs his crowbar where he stashed it, rushes around a corner to see Sam broken, hurt, huddled on the floor in front of the massive mirror.
Too late, too slow, too damn stupid!
All his frustrations and fears, and silver shards rain upon them both, pool with their numerous kin on the floor.
And Sam...?