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tamingthemuseTitle: Numb
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: 84, Suspension of Disbelief
Word Count: 621
Warnings: Character Death, Spoilers for ALL of Season 3 of Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The numb feeling was never going to leave him, and he understood that.
Notes: I didn't use the prompt as a word for word, I used it more as a theme, a feeling. ^_^ And I'm excited to be here and I hope you enjoy!
He stared in front of him with disbelief.
It wasn’t true and it really, really it couldn’t be true. There was no way his best friend no longer stood next to him and laid in the newly made grave in front of him. He had been numb since he knelt next to him, his brother and watched as the life disappeared from his brother’s eyes.
The day wouldn’t rewind though.
The day would never rewind and Sam couldn’t believe that Dean was dead.
And it was all, his fault.
“Sammy, tell me again why we’re here?” Dean asked, leaning back in his chair, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to not pull the tie off of him.
“The town has had reports of actor’s randomly dying during shows, during rehearsals, anytime really. Honestly, I can’t figure out what this thing is but I know that we can’t figure it out if we don’t investigate it.” Sam whispered as he leaned toward Dean.
“I get that, but is it really necessary to make me sit here through three hours of ballet?”
Dean growled softly. Sam shook his head as he glanced at his brother then back at the stage.
“Sh, it’s about to start.” Sam replied, eagerly turning back to the stage.
It had turned out there was nothing supernatural about the theatre. There had just been a serial killer that was a part of the cast. The great actor had fooled everyone, including Sam and Dean. Sam’s jaw locked as he tried to turn away from the grave but he couldn’t. The sick feeling in his stomach wouldn’t go away.
He was the one that suggested they go to this theatre and like always Dean had driven them there. Trusting that Sam had known what they were looking for. But Sam hadn’t known. Part of him had really wanted to watch the ballet, and now because of his selfishness Dean was dead.
And Sam could never forgive himself.
“Hey Sammy, covered the freaky dressing rooms. You know they should really just bulldoze this place and put something less creepy,” Dean shouted toward Sam from across the stage.
Sighing, Sam shook his head.
“The ballet is something of elegance, Dean. You just don’t bulldoze a theatre because you think it’s creepy, besides, that’s part of its mystery and beauty.” Sam replied, checking around the cables that controlled the curtain.
“Yeah, well that couldn’t have sounded more gay, Sammy. No offense.”
“None taken,” Sam replied, “But you’re telling me that you didn’t find it the least bit enjoyable?” Sam waited for a response, slightly panicking when he didn’t hear anything. Then, he heard Dean clear his throat.
“Nah, no way,” He managed his voice suddenly just a tad deeper.
They had joked around, and then, as they were leaving Dean realized that he had left the bag of supplies in the back. Sam had offered to go with him but Dean just shook his head and headed back down the aisle to the stage.
The silence had been broken by a single gunshot.
Sam hadn’t even bothered calling out to Dean as he broke out in a run. Shoving the curtains out of his way, Sam saw Dean lying on the floor, clutching his chest. Dean had managed to get a shot off, injuring his killer. But that hadn’t mattered to Sam.
All that mattered was that Sam had held Dean as the light faded from his eyes.
No matter what Sam told himself and no matter what he knew Dean would’ve told him. The feeling of disbelief would never leave him. Now he was alone, and he hadn’t even gotten to tell Dean that he had figured out how to break the deal.
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: 84, Suspension of Disbelief
Word Count: 621
Warnings: Character Death, Spoilers for ALL of Season 3 of Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The numb feeling was never going to leave him, and he understood that.
Notes: I didn't use the prompt as a word for word, I used it more as a theme, a feeling. ^_^ And I'm excited to be here and I hope you enjoy!
He stared in front of him with disbelief.
It wasn’t true and it really, really it couldn’t be true. There was no way his best friend no longer stood next to him and laid in the newly made grave in front of him. He had been numb since he knelt next to him, his brother and watched as the life disappeared from his brother’s eyes.
The day wouldn’t rewind though.
The day would never rewind and Sam couldn’t believe that Dean was dead.
And it was all, his fault.
“Sammy, tell me again why we’re here?” Dean asked, leaning back in his chair, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to not pull the tie off of him.
“The town has had reports of actor’s randomly dying during shows, during rehearsals, anytime really. Honestly, I can’t figure out what this thing is but I know that we can’t figure it out if we don’t investigate it.” Sam whispered as he leaned toward Dean.
“I get that, but is it really necessary to make me sit here through three hours of ballet?”
Dean growled softly. Sam shook his head as he glanced at his brother then back at the stage.
“Sh, it’s about to start.” Sam replied, eagerly turning back to the stage.
It had turned out there was nothing supernatural about the theatre. There had just been a serial killer that was a part of the cast. The great actor had fooled everyone, including Sam and Dean. Sam’s jaw locked as he tried to turn away from the grave but he couldn’t. The sick feeling in his stomach wouldn’t go away.
He was the one that suggested they go to this theatre and like always Dean had driven them there. Trusting that Sam had known what they were looking for. But Sam hadn’t known. Part of him had really wanted to watch the ballet, and now because of his selfishness Dean was dead.
And Sam could never forgive himself.
“Hey Sammy, covered the freaky dressing rooms. You know they should really just bulldoze this place and put something less creepy,” Dean shouted toward Sam from across the stage.
Sighing, Sam shook his head.
“The ballet is something of elegance, Dean. You just don’t bulldoze a theatre because you think it’s creepy, besides, that’s part of its mystery and beauty.” Sam replied, checking around the cables that controlled the curtain.
“Yeah, well that couldn’t have sounded more gay, Sammy. No offense.”
“None taken,” Sam replied, “But you’re telling me that you didn’t find it the least bit enjoyable?” Sam waited for a response, slightly panicking when he didn’t hear anything. Then, he heard Dean clear his throat.
“Nah, no way,” He managed his voice suddenly just a tad deeper.
They had joked around, and then, as they were leaving Dean realized that he had left the bag of supplies in the back. Sam had offered to go with him but Dean just shook his head and headed back down the aisle to the stage.
The silence had been broken by a single gunshot.
Sam hadn’t even bothered calling out to Dean as he broke out in a run. Shoving the curtains out of his way, Sam saw Dean lying on the floor, clutching his chest. Dean had managed to get a shot off, injuring his killer. But that hadn’t mattered to Sam.
All that mattered was that Sam had held Dean as the light faded from his eyes.
No matter what Sam told himself and no matter what he knew Dean would’ve told him. The feeling of disbelief would never leave him. Now he was alone, and he hadn’t even gotten to tell Dean that he had figured out how to break the deal.
