New fic: Howl at the Moon (SPN, gen)
Holy crap, I'm writing again! O_O
Title: Howl at that moon.
Author: Starrylizard
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating/genre: gen, PG, episode tag
Word count: 293
Notes: Takes place directly after the S9 finale (so spoilers for that). Thanks to yasminke for the quick beta. :D
Summary: Dean reaches for the new power inside him.
“Dean?” it whimpers.
Tall, sad creature. Human, something deeper in his mind supplies. It’s just standing there, staring. And Dean reaches for the new power inside him, watches with interest as the creature splats against the wall. Bug on a windshield - arms and legs splayed out, face crumpled and wind knocked from its lungs.
It’s power, a pure unadulterated feeling of power that overtakes him. From the moment he’d opened his eyes, he could feel it like a heartbeat. Thrumming through his veins like a mercy. His world is simple again. It feels like hunting once did. Like the kill or be killed existence he’d honestly enjoyed when Purgatory had gripped him tight. But this is better, different, more.
He steps purposefully, powerfully. He revels in the feeling, in its purity and takes it for what it is. He doesn’t feel any need to name it or tame it. It just is.
“Dean?” it says again. Nothing more than that, but a wetness rolls down its face.
Human, he thinks. Sam, something deeper in his mind supplies. Brother, blood, Sammy.
He tilts his head, studying this creature, this Sammy, and something in the pit of his belly roils. The sense of simplicity falls away for a moment and he huffs in annoyance, blinks.
He turns and there’s a thud behind him as the creature (Sammy) slides down the wall to the floor on a whimper of hurt. He keeps walking - up the stairs, through the door and then he’s out into the night. The moon is high in the sky and the wind is chill and fresh on his skin. The world is waiting for him, there’s power thrumming through every part of him and he feels so right.
So alive.
.
Title: Howl at that moon.
Author: Starrylizard
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating/genre: gen, PG, episode tag
Word count: 293
Notes: Takes place directly after the S9 finale (so spoilers for that). Thanks to yasminke for the quick beta. :D
Summary: Dean reaches for the new power inside him.
“Dean?” it whimpers.
Tall, sad creature. Human, something deeper in his mind supplies. It’s just standing there, staring. And Dean reaches for the new power inside him, watches with interest as the creature splats against the wall. Bug on a windshield - arms and legs splayed out, face crumpled and wind knocked from its lungs.
It’s power, a pure unadulterated feeling of power that overtakes him. From the moment he’d opened his eyes, he could feel it like a heartbeat. Thrumming through his veins like a mercy. His world is simple again. It feels like hunting once did. Like the kill or be killed existence he’d honestly enjoyed when Purgatory had gripped him tight. But this is better, different, more.
He steps purposefully, powerfully. He revels in the feeling, in its purity and takes it for what it is. He doesn’t feel any need to name it or tame it. It just is.
“Dean?” it says again. Nothing more than that, but a wetness rolls down its face.
Human, he thinks. Sam, something deeper in his mind supplies. Brother, blood, Sammy.
He tilts his head, studying this creature, this Sammy, and something in the pit of his belly roils. The sense of simplicity falls away for a moment and he huffs in annoyance, blinks.
He turns and there’s a thud behind him as the creature (Sammy) slides down the wall to the floor on a whimper of hurt. He keeps walking - up the stairs, through the door and then he’s out into the night. The moon is high in the sky and the wind is chill and fresh on his skin. The world is waiting for him, there’s power thrumming through every part of him and he feels so right.
So alive.
.