[Fic] Trigger (One-Shot)
Title: Trigger
Pairings: none
Rating: G
Genre: general, angst
Word count: 300
Notes: Happened between season 3 and season 4. My first attempt at an SPN fic. Blame it on the summer hiatus.
Summary: The illusion shattered, along with the last of his sanity.
"Sammy..."
The soft whisper from behind, almost as non-existent as a cold shiver ran through his spine, stopped him from dropping the lighter to the freshly-dug grave.
"That's enough, Sammy…"
His trembling arms lowered as fresh, unadulterated grief seized every fiber of his being at hearing the voice he never thought he would hear again, apart from the nightmares that kept him awake at night, memories playing on repeat every time he closes his eyes.
"I'm here now..." the whisper continued. "Let go..."
He swallowed thickly, unable to turn around and come crashing back to reality, eyes closing involuntarily in an effort to bask in the pale imitation of his brother's presence. "Dean?"
"Sam."
It was very tempting to just abandon the hunt and stay with the closest thing he'll have to the brother he'd damned. To drop the gun, toss away the lighter fluid and the rock salt, and just stand with his brother until the angry spirit re-gathers itself enough and kills him.
"Dean."
Two months since the hell hounds ripped his brother apart, and he could still hear his brother's dying screams. Every minute of every hour of every day reminds him that Dean brought him back from the dead in exchange for burning in hell for the rest of eternity, and Sam can feel himself rotting alive.
"It'll be okay, Sammy."
"…You promise?" He couldn't fight to keep the little brother out of his tone.
"Always."
He remained quiet, mind turning the reply over and over, until hysteria bubbled up and had him choking on laughter that tears fell from his eyes. He laughed some more, before pulling himself to a semblance of composure.
“Liar.”
He turned around and dropped the lighter, setting the grave ablaze. The illusion shattered, along with the last of his sanity.
AN: *blinks* Huh. Bending Sam's sanity is kinda fun... I see why Gamble did it. Sorry, Dean.
Pairings: none
Rating: G
Genre: general, angst
Word count: 300
Notes: Happened between season 3 and season 4. My first attempt at an SPN fic. Blame it on the summer hiatus.
Summary: The illusion shattered, along with the last of his sanity.
"Sammy..."
The soft whisper from behind, almost as non-existent as a cold shiver ran through his spine, stopped him from dropping the lighter to the freshly-dug grave.
"That's enough, Sammy…"
His trembling arms lowered as fresh, unadulterated grief seized every fiber of his being at hearing the voice he never thought he would hear again, apart from the nightmares that kept him awake at night, memories playing on repeat every time he closes his eyes.
"I'm here now..." the whisper continued. "Let go..."
He swallowed thickly, unable to turn around and come crashing back to reality, eyes closing involuntarily in an effort to bask in the pale imitation of his brother's presence. "Dean?"
"Sam."
It was very tempting to just abandon the hunt and stay with the closest thing he'll have to the brother he'd damned. To drop the gun, toss away the lighter fluid and the rock salt, and just stand with his brother until the angry spirit re-gathers itself enough and kills him.
"Dean."
Two months since the hell hounds ripped his brother apart, and he could still hear his brother's dying screams. Every minute of every hour of every day reminds him that Dean brought him back from the dead in exchange for burning in hell for the rest of eternity, and Sam can feel himself rotting alive.
"It'll be okay, Sammy."
"…You promise?" He couldn't fight to keep the little brother out of his tone.
"Always."
He remained quiet, mind turning the reply over and over, until hysteria bubbled up and had him choking on laughter that tears fell from his eyes. He laughed some more, before pulling himself to a semblance of composure.
“Liar.”
He turned around and dropped the lighter, setting the grave ablaze. The illusion shattered, along with the last of his sanity.
AN: *blinks* Huh. Bending Sam's sanity is kinda fun... I see why Gamble did it. Sorry, Dean.