For your ficlets: Connection, Changed, Raw
InScorpius’s hands, he held something very important to his goals. Anddespite the pleasant taste of brain matter, it paled in comparison towhat he held in his hand. Safe and sound. The knowledge of somethingthat will forever bind them together.
Andthrough wormholes, a connection was forged between a hybrid byproductand a lone human. One that started a dangerous but addicting game ofpush and pull between the two of them. Although it only had onewilling player.
Itwas now, more then ever before that John had to realize somethingabout himself. Something that didn’t sit well with him.
Thiswas common knowledge, but only now as he sat on his module watchingScorpius bark out his orders did John have to face facts. He wouldhave never done something so drastic to cause so much death. Therewas a time he wouldn’t have been able to kill an insect.
Yethere he was, witnessing a situation he has caused.
Hehas changed and there will never be a way back. In the back of hismind something sarcastic was said by Harvey, but mostly ignored.
“Isuggest you hang onto something.”
Therewas one thing that was at one time normal for the Winchester boys,and that was the abrasions and cuts on there bodies after a hunt gonewrong or right.
Thinkingback on it, Sam wondered when he started to miss that during huntsthat went too well and kills made too easily. The injuries stillcame, blood was still spilt and wounds dealt against them bothphysically and emotionally.
Gonewere the days when raw wounds were nursed by laughter and beer on thehood of the impala while staring up at the stars.
Samwanted those days back. Before angels. Before killing demons was aviable option over exorcising.
Original Post (x) that started this because I was bored and I figured why not...
