Drabblelicious
Ok, here's that drabble. Don't really have a title. Don't really have a plot, either. It's just a ficcy-like meta meandering (with lots of lists, go figure) on that last scene of SPN 5x22. That said, there's spoilers galore.
It's a universal law. One of many I established at the beginning of all things. As inextricable as gravity or classical mechanics.
Free will.
All my conscious creations have it. Human and spirit, demon and angel, chupacabra and wendigo. Some might deny it exists for them, but denial, after all, is just another choice.
Humans spend most of their time thinking about it; thanking or cursing me, depending on the consequences. Their scholars and laymen, geniuses and idiots, poets and advertisers have philosophized on it many ways.
The lady or the tiger?
To be or not to be.
Paper or plastic?
Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.
Lucifer chose to rebel. Michael chose to obey.
Mary chose a deal. John chose a hunt.
All are choices, some good, some bad. Who am I to judge? After all, I am constrained by the same law. I make choices all the time, mostly choosing not to interfere.
Death comes to some, but it comes to all eventually, and it's not the end of choices.
Sam chose to hunt a trickster for six months. Dean chose the rack.
Sam chose to hunt a demon for four months. Dean chose to step off.
Sam chose to love. For two months, Dean chose to live.
Mostly, I choose not to interfere.
But sometimes I make exceptions.
Standing under a flickering lamppost, looking into a warm home, Sam has another choice to make.
End.
Yes, I wrote fictiony-like stuff. So sue me.
ETA: Thanks in most part to the comment below, I decided to polish this up and cross-post it. For the titled, header-full version, go here, here, or here. :-)
It's a universal law. One of many I established at the beginning of all things. As inextricable as gravity or classical mechanics.
Free will.
All my conscious creations have it. Human and spirit, demon and angel, chupacabra and wendigo. Some might deny it exists for them, but denial, after all, is just another choice.
Humans spend most of their time thinking about it; thanking or cursing me, depending on the consequences. Their scholars and laymen, geniuses and idiots, poets and advertisers have philosophized on it many ways.
The lady or the tiger?
To be or not to be.
Paper or plastic?
Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.
Lucifer chose to rebel. Michael chose to obey.
Mary chose a deal. John chose a hunt.
All are choices, some good, some bad. Who am I to judge? After all, I am constrained by the same law. I make choices all the time, mostly choosing not to interfere.
Death comes to some, but it comes to all eventually, and it's not the end of choices.
Sam chose to hunt a trickster for six months. Dean chose the rack.
Sam chose to hunt a demon for four months. Dean chose to step off.
Sam chose to love. For two months, Dean chose to live.
Mostly, I choose not to interfere.
But sometimes I make exceptions.
Standing under a flickering lamppost, looking into a warm home, Sam has another choice to make.
End.
Yes, I wrote fictiony-like stuff. So sue me.
ETA: Thanks in most part to the comment below, I decided to polish this up and cross-post it. For the titled, header-full version, go here, here, or here. :-)