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mimblexwimbleTitle: A Quiet Morning in Heaven
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 429
Rating: G
Summary: It’s obvious to them both: this is the end of all things.
“Where are we?” asks Sam.
Dean shakes his head. “I know where it looks like we are.” His gaze lingers on Sam for a moment, as he watches him take this in, watches him nod slightly. Wanting to believe, just not daring to.
Dean sees Sam suck in a breath, wonders why such a sign of life should now be so redolent of the opposite.
They’re standing in a huge field brimming with knee-length grass, green and yellow and shimmering. A dewy breeze slips past, caressing their cheeks. The world rustles softly around them. There are trees, off to the right and the left. Dean doesn’t dare look behind.
Ahead, something rises high above the grass. Dean can make out walls, a roof, a little picket fence.
It looks like a house.
“You think – is it only us?” whispers Sam.
Dean shrugs. “Would it be a problem?”
The look Sam gives him is enough of an answer.
“It’s ours, I think,” says Dean, eventually.
And at that, Sam immediately looks around. Dean watches as his eyes settle on something, follows his gaze.
There’s a long road in the distance, behind the swaying trees.
“Our version,” Sam states. Nods. “There’s mingling,” he adds. “Listen.”
Dean does; he hears the sounds of a far-off crowd, chatter excited but muffled. He hears the tinkling of music. The roar of a motorcycle, revving up its engine. A dog barks, not too far away. The wind carries the sounds of distant laughter to Dean’s ears. And if he squints, he can see the shadows of other buildings, just on the horizon.
It’s a patchwork quilt of paradise.
“Somewhere out there—” begins Sam, but Dean stops him.
Knows who he’s thinking of.
Knows also that there’ll be time enough for that, later. Dean feels lighter, emptier, calmer than he has – ever. There are other things he has let go of, along with life, and suddenly, all he wants to do is taste how that (life, the world, love) might have felt, if things had been like this.
“Right now: here,” he says. “We’ll find them,” he adds, as Sam’s eyebrows buckle. “We’re not going anywhere.”
It’s obvious to them both: this is the end of all things.
Dean gestures at the house, in the distance.
Somewhere nearby, a bird chirps excitedly. The sun peeks over the horizon. The world holds its breath.
With a visible swallow and a quick glance at Dean, Sam steps forward.
The wind lifts behind them, encouragingly.
It’s a cool, quiet morning in heaven.
Dean follows his brother home.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 429
Rating: G
Summary: It’s obvious to them both: this is the end of all things.
“Where are we?” asks Sam.
Dean shakes his head. “I know where it looks like we are.” His gaze lingers on Sam for a moment, as he watches him take this in, watches him nod slightly. Wanting to believe, just not daring to.
Dean sees Sam suck in a breath, wonders why such a sign of life should now be so redolent of the opposite.
They’re standing in a huge field brimming with knee-length grass, green and yellow and shimmering. A dewy breeze slips past, caressing their cheeks. The world rustles softly around them. There are trees, off to the right and the left. Dean doesn’t dare look behind.
Ahead, something rises high above the grass. Dean can make out walls, a roof, a little picket fence.
It looks like a house.
“You think – is it only us?” whispers Sam.
Dean shrugs. “Would it be a problem?”
The look Sam gives him is enough of an answer.
“It’s ours, I think,” says Dean, eventually.
And at that, Sam immediately looks around. Dean watches as his eyes settle on something, follows his gaze.
There’s a long road in the distance, behind the swaying trees.
“Our version,” Sam states. Nods. “There’s mingling,” he adds. “Listen.”
Dean does; he hears the sounds of a far-off crowd, chatter excited but muffled. He hears the tinkling of music. The roar of a motorcycle, revving up its engine. A dog barks, not too far away. The wind carries the sounds of distant laughter to Dean’s ears. And if he squints, he can see the shadows of other buildings, just on the horizon.
It’s a patchwork quilt of paradise.
“Somewhere out there—” begins Sam, but Dean stops him.
Knows who he’s thinking of.
Knows also that there’ll be time enough for that, later. Dean feels lighter, emptier, calmer than he has – ever. There are other things he has let go of, along with life, and suddenly, all he wants to do is taste how that (life, the world, love) might have felt, if things had been like this.
“Right now: here,” he says. “We’ll find them,” he adds, as Sam’s eyebrows buckle. “We’re not going anywhere.”
It’s obvious to them both: this is the end of all things.
Dean gestures at the house, in the distance.
Somewhere nearby, a bird chirps excitedly. The sun peeks over the horizon. The world holds its breath.
With a visible swallow and a quick glance at Dean, Sam steps forward.
The wind lifts behind them, encouragingly.
It’s a cool, quiet morning in heaven.
Dean follows his brother home.
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Date: 2009-01-26 06:40 pm (UTC)I swear to God, if they both die but Kripke doesn't give us a scene like this to hold on to, I will KILL HIM WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS.
*mems*
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Date: 2009-01-27 03:19 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it! :)
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Date: 2009-01-26 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 03:19 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-01-26 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 09:27 pm (UTC)*cries*
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Date: 2009-01-27 03:22 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2009-01-27 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 03:22 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading, honey! :)
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Date: 2009-01-27 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 03:19 am (UTC)Thank-you.
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Date: 2009-01-27 03:24 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-01-27 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 04:20 am (UTC)Awesome job!! Thanks for sharing this!
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Date: 2009-01-27 03:26 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-01-27 11:27 am (UTC)It’s a patchwork quilt of paradise.
Such a beautiful line.
♥
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Date: 2009-01-27 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 07:33 pm (UTC)Cat
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Date: 2009-01-27 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 08:09 pm (UTC)Ya know, I don't expect a happy ending, just one with resolution and hope. But this...if we got something like this I would just...*sigh*
Thank you for this.
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Date: 2009-01-28 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 04:28 pm (UTC)*cries*
So beautifully poignant and perfectly hopeful. I hope this will come true for our boys.
*fumbles for a tissue*
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Date: 2009-01-28 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 01:43 am (UTC)♥
ps. I just watched 4.12 two days ago.. *goes to hug boys*
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Date: 2009-01-29 10:40 am (UTC)They're so... GAH. *wibbles*
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Date: 2009-01-29 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 10:42 am (UTC)... sweet ...
Date: 2009-03-22 03:43 am (UTC)Re: ... sweet ...
Date: 2009-03-22 04:15 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading. :)
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