This was beautiful and awful and wonderful. The POV worked so perfectly, and that hollowness to Scott, that sense of trauma in him, was beautiful.
Some lines that knocked me out: They got there in time to see the aftermath, before the light went out of his mom’s eyes but not before Benji went cold and silent.
He’s not afraid, though Scott’s insides are turning to acid and he thinks he might vomit. He’s seen how Michael likes to play with his prey.
...and he’s fighting against the ropes binding him so hard that the support beam is shaking and Scott wonders if the whole barn will fall down on top of them and just kill them all.
Michael keeps going and Dean keeps saying Sam’s name, over and over and over, like it’s a mantra to let Sam know he’s not alone. So if Sam is going, he’ll know Dean is there with him til the end. Scott doesn’t know when he started crying too.
“Sam,” Dean says again, brokenly, and Sam brings Dean’s clenched fist up to his lips and kisses it. It’s an odd thing to do, and a chill runs up Scott’s spine, a sense that something is happening that’s not quite right. It’s a sense he’s felt before.
Castiel narrows his steel blue eyes. “It’s nobody’s business,” he says finally, voice like gravel. “No one else would understand.”
He thinks that Castiel is wrong. Scott has seen a lot, too much. He thinks maybe he does understand. Through the trees behind them, Scott can hear the rumble of the big old car as she takes her boys home.
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Date: 2018-12-23 07:17 am (UTC)Some lines that knocked me out:
They got there in time to see the aftermath, before the light went out of his mom’s eyes but not before Benji went cold and silent.
He’s not afraid, though Scott’s insides are turning to acid and he thinks he might vomit. He’s seen how Michael likes to play with his prey.
...and he’s fighting against the ropes binding him so hard that the support beam is shaking and Scott wonders if the whole barn will fall down on top of them and just kill them all.
Michael keeps going and Dean keeps saying Sam’s name, over and over and over, like it’s a mantra to let Sam know he’s not alone. So if Sam is going, he’ll know Dean is there with him til the end.
Scott doesn’t know when he started crying too.
“Sam,” Dean says again, brokenly, and Sam brings Dean’s clenched fist up to his lips and kisses it.
It’s an odd thing to do, and a chill runs up Scott’s spine, a sense that something is happening that’s not quite right. It’s a sense he’s felt before.
Castiel narrows his steel blue eyes. “It’s nobody’s business,” he says finally, voice like gravel. “No one else would understand.”
He thinks that Castiel is wrong.
Scott has seen a lot, too much. He thinks maybe he does understand.
Through the trees behind them, Scott can hear the rumble of the big old car as she takes her boys home.
AAAAGH SO PERFECT. Thank you for sharing this. <3