A drabble per episode: 9.23

[caranfindel]

One of my goals for this season is to write a 100-word drabble for each episode. And because of a conversation with kalliel in the comments on this post, I realized I had to go back to 9.23 as well.

It's different this time.

There's no sink, no soap, no clean towels. Sam cleans Dean's face with a flask of holy water and his own shirttail. There are no sheets to wrap him in. Sam covers him with his coat in the back seat of the Impala. There's no shellshocked, shattered family of victims whose nightmare happened to intersect with Sam's. No Bobby. Just Sam and his brother and the car and the long, dark drive home.

There's no need for a grave. Dean won't be gone that long; Sam will see to it.

Everything will be different this time.

Comments

[frozen_delight]

This is so sad and thoroughly lovely. Poor Sammy! He doesn't know yet just how different things will be this time.

[kalliel]

EXCUSE ME, THAT WAS MY HEART YOU JUST DEMOLISHED, I WAS USING THAT.

You wrooooote it. :DD This is beautiful. I love that Sam makes note of the family from 3x16 here, and also Bobby's absence (which only adds to the crushing weight of this fic, in spite of its brevity). Sam's quiet devastation and conviction here are palpable.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Ugh, brilliantly hurty and determined. Lovely job!

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

PS now you should post /link this at spn_bunker's thingy about Season 10 and of course at spn_x

[justmep2.livejournal.com]

This is even more heartbreaking in the light of S10. Great job!