Fic: In the Future 3/10 (SPN)
Title: In the Future, Down the Road, Into the Night(3)
Author: Me
Spoilers: References “Bloodlust”
Disclaimer: Fan fic, nothing owned
Word count: 280
Notes: This is het, PG, Sam/Lenore. Future fic.
"You fucking idiot!" she rasps dragging him through the cemetery towards the car. "You should have stayed back - should have stayed clear!"
She can smell death around them, she can sense it hovering over her companion and lover and friend. She feels the thud of the Impala's door against her shoulder, nearly crying with relief. The thing they were hunting is dead and burning but they aren't free of its deadly reach.
It's been a long time since Lenore has been terrified. She hasn't missed it one bit.
***
She sews him up using the ever-present first aid kit from the trunk. He's bleeding from the wickedly long slashes - all over her, the floor, the bed. For a crazy moment she thinks it's even on the walls in wide splashes. All Lenore can see is the color red, the enticing metallic scent climbing into the pores of her skin tempting her. She knows Sam wants to die - she thinks he might have gotten his wish.
So maybe...maybe...
"No!" she shouts, the word reverberating through the room. She sews a long serpentine wound, cleans up the blood - delicious, life-giving, a symbol of Sam's life leaking out - and throws everything into the dumpster behind the motel.
She sniffs the waning night air, checking to see if they've been followed. She hasn't killed a human in decades for food but she knows there'll be no hesitation to kill if she has to protect Sam.
Inside the room he's breathing, enough for Lenore to know he's still with her. She lays down next to him, trying not to obsess over the scent of death in the room.
Go to Part 4
Author: Me
Spoilers: References “Bloodlust”
Disclaimer: Fan fic, nothing owned
Word count: 280
Notes: This is het, PG, Sam/Lenore. Future fic.
"You fucking idiot!" she rasps dragging him through the cemetery towards the car. "You should have stayed back - should have stayed clear!"
She can smell death around them, she can sense it hovering over her companion and lover and friend. She feels the thud of the Impala's door against her shoulder, nearly crying with relief. The thing they were hunting is dead and burning but they aren't free of its deadly reach.
It's been a long time since Lenore has been terrified. She hasn't missed it one bit.
***
She sews him up using the ever-present first aid kit from the trunk. He's bleeding from the wickedly long slashes - all over her, the floor, the bed. For a crazy moment she thinks it's even on the walls in wide splashes. All Lenore can see is the color red, the enticing metallic scent climbing into the pores of her skin tempting her. She knows Sam wants to die - she thinks he might have gotten his wish.
So maybe...maybe...
"No!" she shouts, the word reverberating through the room. She sews a long serpentine wound, cleans up the blood - delicious, life-giving, a symbol of Sam's life leaking out - and throws everything into the dumpster behind the motel.
She sniffs the waning night air, checking to see if they've been followed. She hasn't killed a human in decades for food but she knows there'll be no hesitation to kill if she has to protect Sam.
Inside the room he's breathing, enough for Lenore to know he's still with her. She lays down next to him, trying not to obsess over the scent of death in the room.
Go to Part 4