Goodbye Yellow Brick RoadSeries:
Supernatural and AtS, BtVS crossoverRating:
R for dark themesPairing/Characters:
Sam, Dean, AtS, BtVS character (read and see, you'll be glad I didn't tell you)Notes/Disclaimers/Summary:
Darkish fic, character death. Takes place post SPN s1 and post BtVS and AtS series. Wordcount:
A little ficlet I pounded out quick and dirty at work this afternoon as a result of getting bitten by a bunny and being totally bored. Unbetaed. Inspired by a line in another little ficlet I read the other day by lyrstzha
called Five Things Spike Does with Angel's Ashes
Feedback is always, ALWAYS appreciated.
When Sam wakes, he finds her standing in the moonlight coming through a stained glass window at the back of the empty church swaying and softly humming to herself. Next to her, massive oak doors stand partially ajar and he can see the Impala where they left it and the graveyard beyond where they’d come to spread their father’s ashes over their mother’s grave. He wants to ask her who she is, but then he realizes he knows, he's always known.
“Scarecrow,” she lilts and turns around to him and smiles her viper smile while twisting one of her long dark braids in her hand. Her dress is sky blue and her feet are bare. He comes to her, eyes glittering. Behind him Dean stirs where she placed him on the crumbling altar. She puts her finger over her lip then extends her arm and tsssks it back and forth “Ssh, Lion. Dorothy’s not ready for you just yet.” Her attention returns to Sam. “The stars told me to find you here. They said in this place I’d find new princes to replace the ones I lost.” She looks away dreamily and whispers, "Ashes to ashes, they all fall down."
Sam can hear Dean’s heart beating beneath her words, is called to it and turns around to go to him but she’s quicker and stronger, stops him in a blur with a hand on his chest. “Wait, Scarecrow. Let Dorothy teach you how it’s done.” She takes his elbow and walks him down the aisle, bride and groom on their way to a baptism. When they’re almost to the dais, the scent of Dean’s blood overwhelms him and he feels his features shift. He looks at her and sees that she’s done the same. He bends over and places his mouth on Dean’s neck. Grows instantly hard as his teeth sink like needles into the soft soft flesh. She strokes his head and coos her praises. He feels the moment Dean awakens and goes stiff under Sam's hands that have his brother’s shoulders pinned to the cold marble.
Sam, please are Dean’s last words as his heart slows and Sam is gently pulled away. He licks at the last trickle of blood oozing sluggishly from the twin wounds. Sam turns to her and watches mesmerized as she draws a slash across the top of one breast with her blood red nail and brings Dean’s mouth to it, cradling his head as he thrashes one last time.
“Good boys. Good darling beautiful boys.” She sing-songs as she arranges Dean on the altar, folds his hands over his chest.
Sam takes a seat in the front pew, body humming with the warmth of Dean's blood, and waits for his brother to wake.