When Mary finally finds her boy he's stumbling through the woods, weak and confused, and convinced that she's been dead for years, which just confirms her worst fears, and the knowledge that Dean spent weeks (weeks that must have lasted decades for him, christ) in the grip of a djinn who fed on his nightmares breaks her heart right in two, but when she realizes the djinn gave him a future where Sam survived the fire, suddenly she's not sure if it fed on his greatest fears or granted his deepest wish, and when she has to wrap herself around six feet of bewildered teenager and explain that no, they cannot go find Sammy, she thinks maybe she's the one with nightmares bleeding out of her veins.
Sam is on his knees, hands bound behind his back, coughing up his own blood, knowing the face of the MoL's enforcer is the last thing he'll ever see, vision going dark around the edges, when he sees Dean run into the room, face frozen in horror, and somehow Mom is with him, somehow Mom and Dean are together, somehow his last desperate hope actually came true and Billie relented and let his brother into Heaven with their mother, and maybe they're here to meet Sam as he leaves this world, maybe Sam will be allowed to join them and maybe he won't, but it doesn't matter, this is enough, Dean made it to Heaven and Sam got to see him one last time and this is enough, so he struggles to his feet and it hurts, oh god it hurts, but he will not meet death on his knees, not this time, and he smiles before he spits a mouthful of blood at the bastard who twisted the blade into his gut, because this is a good day to die.
This started as a challenge from the lovely kalliel to write tags for each episode of season 10. I decided to write a 100-word drabble for each episode in season 10 (plus a bonus prologue for the end of season 9.) And then I signed up for the spnspiration bingo challenge, and I ended up with pointillism ("a technique of painting in which small dots are applied in a pattern to form an image") on my bingo card. And I thought that square would forever remain open, given that I'm not actually a visual artist. But then I thought, huh. Drabbles. The small dots of fanfiction. Could a series of dotlike drabbles form an image of an entire season?
Let's find out!
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