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Title: Crowned King
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Notes: Written for 100_ghosts Prompt: it never rains but it pours.
Sam is unusually quiet.
He’s thought about it, over and over, what to say, bullshit that he wouldn't even believe if the tables were turned.
Being utterly terrified out of his skin isn’t helping.
“Sam…” like he’s swallowed gravel and dust, like the flames of hell have already licked his throat dry. “I’m sorry it has to end this way.”
Sam tenses, and turns to look at Dean, smiling wide like the Joker with a feral orange gleam in his eyes.
“This isn’t the end, big brother,” Dean hears over the baying of the hounds. “This is just the beginning.”
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Notes: Written for 100_ghosts Prompt: it never rains but it pours.
Sam is unusually quiet.
He’s thought about it, over and over, what to say, bullshit that he wouldn't even believe if the tables were turned.
Being utterly terrified out of his skin isn’t helping.
“Sam…” like he’s swallowed gravel and dust, like the flames of hell have already licked his throat dry. “I’m sorry it has to end this way.”
Sam tenses, and turns to look at Dean, smiling wide like the Joker with a feral orange gleam in his eyes.
“This isn’t the end, big brother,” Dean hears over the baying of the hounds. “This is just the beginning.”