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May. 14th, 2010 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whitereflectionTitle: 'Till It All Starts Over Again
Author: Di/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: G
Words: ~345
Notes: (Spoilers for the end of 5.22 "Swan Song".) Not the coda I want, at all. Just a scene in my head. Title and cut text from After The Bombs by The Decemberists.
He can see them inside the house. The curtains frame them in that warmly-lit room like some modern day Norman Rockwell diorama.
He'd been confused why he'd suddenly been right there, why, of all places, He (She? It?) had sent him to this spot; but then he'd seen Dean, and had seen family. And he understood.
Above him, the streetlight flickers again for absolutely no supernatural reason at all. He takes a deep breath, and nods to himself.
Turning away from the scene in the window, he walks to the car sitting in the driveway, running his hand over the body of the Impala in a fond caress. She saved his life. Both of them did, she and Dean.
"Thank you," he whispers, the dark metal beneath his palm growing warm as he leans against it. He knows if he looks down, he could see that ashtray with the army man toy in it. But he doesn't; he just smiles, knowing that toy will always be there, for as long as she's running and Dean's alive.
After a long moment, he pulls something out of his pocket. The amulet dangles from its cord, and he stares at it for a long moment, both surprised and yet not that it was still there. Finally he lifts the driver's side windshield wiper and rests the cord beneath it, straightening it so the amulet lays on the hood. He knows she'll take good care of it, will make sure that it gets to Dean.
He steps back from the Impala, taking one last look back at the scene in the house's window. He can't see Lisa or Ben from this angle, only Dean. And he feels...okay. Satisfied. Content with what he sees.
Then he turns away, hands back in his pockets, a ghost of a smile on his face. Walking away is another gift to his brother.
Eventually the sound of his footsteps fades. Outside the small house, the streetlight flickers again, then goes dark, and the light from the picture window glows softly out over the yard.
The Decemberists - After The Bombs
http://www.mediafire.com/?fzml3jghzj4
http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_decemberists/after_the_bombs.html
Author: Di/
whitereflectionRating: G
Words: ~345
Notes: (Spoilers for the end of 5.22 "Swan Song".) Not the coda I want, at all. Just a scene in my head. Title and cut text from After The Bombs by The Decemberists.
He can see them inside the house. The curtains frame them in that warmly-lit room like some modern day Norman Rockwell diorama.
He'd been confused why he'd suddenly been right there, why, of all places, He (She? It?) had sent him to this spot; but then he'd seen Dean, and had seen family. And he understood.
Above him, the streetlight flickers again for absolutely no supernatural reason at all. He takes a deep breath, and nods to himself.
Turning away from the scene in the window, he walks to the car sitting in the driveway, running his hand over the body of the Impala in a fond caress. She saved his life. Both of them did, she and Dean.
"Thank you," he whispers, the dark metal beneath his palm growing warm as he leans against it. He knows if he looks down, he could see that ashtray with the army man toy in it. But he doesn't; he just smiles, knowing that toy will always be there, for as long as she's running and Dean's alive.
After a long moment, he pulls something out of his pocket. The amulet dangles from its cord, and he stares at it for a long moment, both surprised and yet not that it was still there. Finally he lifts the driver's side windshield wiper and rests the cord beneath it, straightening it so the amulet lays on the hood. He knows she'll take good care of it, will make sure that it gets to Dean.
He steps back from the Impala, taking one last look back at the scene in the house's window. He can't see Lisa or Ben from this angle, only Dean. And he feels...okay. Satisfied. Content with what he sees.
Then he turns away, hands back in his pockets, a ghost of a smile on his face. Walking away is another gift to his brother.
Eventually the sound of his footsteps fades. Outside the small house, the streetlight flickers again, then goes dark, and the light from the picture window glows softly out over the yard.
The Decemberists - After The Bombs
http://www.mediafire.com/?fzml3jghzj4
http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_decemberists/after_the_bombs.html
