Another One for spn_30snapshots
Title: Another One
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Bobby, mentions of Sam, Ash and Ellen
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #17, Dust
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Bobby couldn’t shake it loose.
Sam was missing, and there was just no time for it, but Bobby and Dean were both compelled to stop just for a minute to mourn. The place had been a sanctuary for them and those like them for so long, the people who spent time at the Roadhouse were at least colleagues, and in some instances, like Ash, friends. They couldn’t bear the thought that Ellen might be in there among the smoking rubble of the burned out building.
There was no getting around it, though, they had to find Sam. There was nothing either of them could do for any of the poor souls who’d been there when the Roadhouse had burned.
The words just kept rattling around in Bobby’s head, from the god-knows-how-many funerals he’d attended in his life.
For you were made from dust, and to dust you will return.
Regretfully, they walked away from the wreckage and got back in the car, the tires kicking up more dust as they pulled away.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Bobby, mentions of Sam, Ash and Ellen
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #17, Dust
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Bobby couldn’t shake it loose.
Sam was missing, and there was just no time for it, but Bobby and Dean were both compelled to stop just for a minute to mourn. The place had been a sanctuary for them and those like them for so long, the people who spent time at the Roadhouse were at least colleagues, and in some instances, like Ash, friends. They couldn’t bear the thought that Ellen might be in there among the smoking rubble of the burned out building.
There was no getting around it, though, they had to find Sam. There was nothing either of them could do for any of the poor souls who’d been there when the Roadhouse had burned.
The words just kept rattling around in Bobby’s head, from the god-knows-how-many funerals he’d attended in his life.
For you were made from dust, and to dust you will return.
Regretfully, they walked away from the wreckage and got back in the car, the tires kicking up more dust as they pulled away.