Blue On Black for spn_30snapshots
Title: Blue On Black
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): 2014!Dean
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #12, Air
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: What’s underneath.
Strange, the things that you don’t notice at the end of the world.
Making my perimeter check around the camp, the quiet was a welcome respite from a hectic day. I’d already passed my least-favorite part of my rounds, the spot where I’d abandoned the Impala when we’d gotten here. Seeing the weeds poking out through the rusted holes in her frame still stung, but she didn’t have any place in this new world, even I knew that. I always held my breath when I passed her, afraid to breathe the air in her space.
Looking up at the night sky was easier than looking up during the day. The darkness hid the acrid clouds of ash that loomed above them, turning the sky an orange-red color, the result of the destruction that had been wrought in the past couple of years. Everyone was sick at first, just from breathing, but they all eventually got used to the air tasting like ash. Now, I never even thought about it anymore.
At least, not until I gazed up at night. The stars I used to watch with…The stars I used to watch as a kid were hidden. The color was just all wrong. The rotten smell and taste of the air never changed. Past the clouds, I knew the stars and the clear sky were still up there somewhere. But when things pile up like this, one on top of the other, you can’t see what’s underneath. Like blue on black, no matter what I tried to cover it up with, the darkness was still there, still in the air, surrounding me, enveloping all of us in what was left.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): 2014!Dean
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #12, Air
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: What’s underneath.
Strange, the things that you don’t notice at the end of the world.
Making my perimeter check around the camp, the quiet was a welcome respite from a hectic day. I’d already passed my least-favorite part of my rounds, the spot where I’d abandoned the Impala when we’d gotten here. Seeing the weeds poking out through the rusted holes in her frame still stung, but she didn’t have any place in this new world, even I knew that. I always held my breath when I passed her, afraid to breathe the air in her space.
Looking up at the night sky was easier than looking up during the day. The darkness hid the acrid clouds of ash that loomed above them, turning the sky an orange-red color, the result of the destruction that had been wrought in the past couple of years. Everyone was sick at first, just from breathing, but they all eventually got used to the air tasting like ash. Now, I never even thought about it anymore.
At least, not until I gazed up at night. The stars I used to watch with…The stars I used to watch as a kid were hidden. The color was just all wrong. The rotten smell and taste of the air never changed. Past the clouds, I knew the stars and the clear sky were still up there somewhere. But when things pile up like this, one on top of the other, you can’t see what’s underneath. Like blue on black, no matter what I tried to cover it up with, the darkness was still there, still in the air, surrounding me, enveloping all of us in what was left.