For theatrical_muse
#231 - "Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." Haruki Murakami.
Imagine this if you will: You're a kid and all you've ever known is the warmth of your mother's arms, the security of your father's presence and the love of a brother that's still too young to even know who you are.
You figure that you'll have all of those things forever because when you're young you're still to naive not to know any better.
I mean, what could possibly come along and take that all away?
Then the boogieman comes along and the next thing you know the house is burning, your mother is screaming and your father is shoving you out of the house before diving back into the flames himself.
You figure that it's not fair and that you should have had the chance to say goodbye, but you don't, dad says it's time to move on and get on with living.
Not that he lives, he exists more than anything.
And then over the years you manage to scrape together some kind of living, maybe it isn't what you wanted but it's sure as hell (no pun intended) better than having none at all.
The family fights and you temper each and every one until the one thing you thought you could rely on to be there always walks right out of your life, for this thing called normal.
You try to stop caring, figuring that everything goes away sooner or later, so why bother giving a shit? Then life gets complicated and your little brother comes back into your life, only for you to lose your father.
His soul for your life.
You step into his shoes, thinking you can do what he did, you can keep Sammy safe from all the monsters out there. Turns out you're half the man your father was, Sam dies and then you do the ultimate in stupid martyr acts: you give up your own soul for Sam's return and just one year of living. Usually it's ten but you pissed off the Crossroads Demon in the past and she wasn't in the most friendly of places.
It's better than nothing.
The next year is spent thinking you're going to die and finding out that there's a new demon on the rise, out for Sam's head on a stick. It's a couple months down the line before you come to the realisation that you don't want to die and you don't want to go to Hell and you stupidly think that you and your family can change things.
You can't, not with a deal like the one you made.
It's in your final hour that Lilith and Sam go head to head and you, well, you're pinned to a table and left for the hellhounds to rip apart. It's weird how even through the pain you figure that this is what you should have known would happen, everything goes away eventually, even life, your life.
You die, game over.
Only it's not, now you're trapped in hell and strung up on chains and hooks, tortured for however long the sick bastards have you.
But you hold onto one thing, just one thing that'll see you through this: nothing lasts forever, nothing is for keeps. They won't get to keep you, Sam won't let them.
Muse : Dean Winchester
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 545
Imagine this if you will: You're a kid and all you've ever known is the warmth of your mother's arms, the security of your father's presence and the love of a brother that's still too young to even know who you are.
You figure that you'll have all of those things forever because when you're young you're still to naive not to know any better.
I mean, what could possibly come along and take that all away?
Then the boogieman comes along and the next thing you know the house is burning, your mother is screaming and your father is shoving you out of the house before diving back into the flames himself.
You figure that it's not fair and that you should have had the chance to say goodbye, but you don't, dad says it's time to move on and get on with living.
Not that he lives, he exists more than anything.
And then over the years you manage to scrape together some kind of living, maybe it isn't what you wanted but it's sure as hell (no pun intended) better than having none at all.
The family fights and you temper each and every one until the one thing you thought you could rely on to be there always walks right out of your life, for this thing called normal.
You try to stop caring, figuring that everything goes away sooner or later, so why bother giving a shit? Then life gets complicated and your little brother comes back into your life, only for you to lose your father.
His soul for your life.
You step into his shoes, thinking you can do what he did, you can keep Sammy safe from all the monsters out there. Turns out you're half the man your father was, Sam dies and then you do the ultimate in stupid martyr acts: you give up your own soul for Sam's return and just one year of living. Usually it's ten but you pissed off the Crossroads Demon in the past and she wasn't in the most friendly of places.
It's better than nothing.
The next year is spent thinking you're going to die and finding out that there's a new demon on the rise, out for Sam's head on a stick. It's a couple months down the line before you come to the realisation that you don't want to die and you don't want to go to Hell and you stupidly think that you and your family can change things.
You can't, not with a deal like the one you made.
It's in your final hour that Lilith and Sam go head to head and you, well, you're pinned to a table and left for the hellhounds to rip apart. It's weird how even through the pain you figure that this is what you should have known would happen, everything goes away eventually, even life, your life.
You die, game over.
Only it's not, now you're trapped in hell and strung up on chains and hooks, tortured for however long the sick bastards have you.
But you hold onto one thing, just one thing that'll see you through this: nothing lasts forever, nothing is for keeps. They won't get to keep you, Sam won't let them.
Muse : Dean Winchester
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 545