Moment of Truth
Title: Moment of Truth
Summary: Tag/drabble to "You can't handle the truth".
Rating: M (one drop of the ‘F’ bomb)
Pairing: No pairing
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, any of its characters.
Word Count: ~200
Beta by Ghost
Author’s Notes: Well, the original title for this was supposed to be "Veritas my ass" (thanks to Dean's mouth) but somehow I couldn't use that.
I know fandom is pissed/delighted with last night's end of the episode. I'm neither (anymore), I watched it, paid attention to what I was seeing and this is what I got out of it. I am NOT taking sides with this, I'm not giving Dean a free pass and I do NOT want to defend what he did, no way.
Anyhow, enough with the excuses, on with the drabble.
Moment of Truth
aka
Veritas my ass
It isn‘t him.
It isn’t him.
That- thing isn’t him.
No way, no fucking way.
And to think I almost fell for it. Almost believed all that crap.
Oh, it was a great performance, the eyes, the broken voice, the way he-it wouldn’t meet my eyes. It had us fooled, me, Bobby, even Castiel.
I snapped. I hit back, I punched its ugly face until it wouldn’t move anymore, until it shut up and just lay there, out cold.
And God, it felt good, it felt so good to take revenge on it for using his face, for insulting his memory like that.
I miss him, I miss him so fucking much it rips my heart out to realize I really believed he was back. It’s like losing him all over again. And I know he won’t come back and I just want something to hurt as bad as I do right now.
And I will.
That thing’s gonna pay, we’re gonna have a nice little chat and I’m gonna give it a taste of its own medicine, Alastair didn’t train me for nothing, I’m gonna make it scream.
It isn’t him.
It isn’t him.
It isn’t him…
…
…
Sammy…
Summary: Tag/drabble to "You can't handle the truth".
Rating: M (one drop of the ‘F’ bomb)
Pairing: No pairing
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, any of its characters.
Word Count: ~200
Beta by Ghost
Author’s Notes: Well, the original title for this was supposed to be "Veritas my ass" (thanks to Dean's mouth) but somehow I couldn't use that.
I know fandom is pissed/delighted with last night's end of the episode. I'm neither (anymore), I watched it, paid attention to what I was seeing and this is what I got out of it. I am NOT taking sides with this, I'm not giving Dean a free pass and I do NOT want to defend what he did, no way.
Anyhow, enough with the excuses, on with the drabble.
Moment of Truth
aka
Veritas my ass
It isn‘t him.
It isn’t him.
That- thing isn’t him.
No way, no fucking way.
And to think I almost fell for it. Almost believed all that crap.
Oh, it was a great performance, the eyes, the broken voice, the way he-it wouldn’t meet my eyes. It had us fooled, me, Bobby, even Castiel.
I snapped. I hit back, I punched its ugly face until it wouldn’t move anymore, until it shut up and just lay there, out cold.
And God, it felt good, it felt so good to take revenge on it for using his face, for insulting his memory like that.
I miss him, I miss him so fucking much it rips my heart out to realize I really believed he was back. It’s like losing him all over again. And I know he won’t come back and I just want something to hurt as bad as I do right now.
And I will.
That thing’s gonna pay, we’re gonna have a nice little chat and I’m gonna give it a taste of its own medicine, Alastair didn’t train me for nothing, I’m gonna make it scream.
It isn’t him.
It isn’t him.
It isn’t him…
…
…
Sammy…