Axis Mundi (Gen, R | Sam)
original thread:http://community.livejournal.com/spnquotefic/10698.html?thread=653770#t653770
prompt: Ballard: Going somewhere, Sam?
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Sam walked further and further down the road, past countless bodies (well, not bodies, not really) of angels from all three sides of the battle. The road, a two-lane highway as it always was for him, was covered with the incandescence of bloody feathers.
It was amusing to Sam that his mind still insisted on translating everything into human concepts; bodies, blood, feathers; when really all he was looking at was the tattered remains of thoughts that had once been given a life of their own. The architect of those lives was of course still mysteriously absent.
Finally, thought Sam as he saw the faint outline of a skyscraper in the distance. Now that he knew where his destination was, he stopped walking and willed himself into the building.
That never got old.
The lobby looked suspiciously empty. Show yourself, Sam thought, at nothing in particular.
"You...you can't be here!" came a voice: shaking, frightened.
Sam stared for a minute, trying to remember. "Tahariel, is it?"
The angel nodded and swallowed, "You can't be here. Please, leave."
"I don't want to leave. I just got here, and I've been searching for quite some time now..." Sam could see the bank of elevators on the far wall. He walked towards them.
"No! Stop!" Tahariel grabbed Sam's arm.
Picking off the bloody feathers now stuck to him, Sam kept going and hit the elevator button marked "UP."
next chapter: Apotropaic