The end of the world
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layne67Title : Something Golden (Conversations from the End)
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tru_faith_lost
Supernatural Sam/Dean big_bang fic, rated R, ~43,000 words, post-apocalypse.
Summary : In the end, Dean and Sam take on Hell together, and when it falls, they climb out together, worse for wear, but whole, which is more than can be said for the rest of the world. The landscape's marred, sepia-toned with black clouds above, no sun, no moon, winter, or spring, just the endless road and red-lightning overhead. But it's all theirs. Months of driving, dodging the daily bouts of acid rain and eating out of cans and convenience stores, and Sam's ready for more. He's just not sure what more is until Dean stops breathing on the floor of a motel room in Texas. The world they can lose, but never each other. If Dean can handle a Sam that wants to hold tight when no one's dying and there's nowhere to go, then Sam can deal with a Dean who paints rainbows in a sky with no sun. And maybe what's gold will stay this time around.
After reading several post-apoclypse fics, I thought there's just no way for it to be written any differently, but apparrently it could still be done, and done extremely well, too. This story chronicles the journey of Sam and Dean after they clawed their way out of hell into a world so desolate there's no other living things, breathing in air filled with toxic fumes and avoiding torrential acid rain. Sam nearly lost his brother when Dean had an acute attack of asthma. And Dean had to take care of Sam who at one point went temporarily blind when he had a skin infection that had gone to his eyes. Against all odds, they did manage to survive, and this is their story.
They have no choice but to drink the water seeping through the cracks in the hardpan beneath their fingers. No idea where it comes from or what's washed in with it, but positive they'll die of thirst if they don't drink something. So, they drink. Sometimes while clinging precariously to the rock face, tongues scraping bloody from teasing the stubborn drops out of cracks they can't see in the dark. Sometimes Sam finds a nook and gets a hand free, so Dean can sip from his palm, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. Sometimes, it's the other way around. Sometimes they drink huddled together on crumbling ledges they're not sure will hold them, each with one hand wedged into a crevice, and the other in his brother's belt, cheeks pressed against the wall and mouths open like helpless nestlings. If the ledge falls, they'll go together, maybe one arm short, or they'll stay together, anchored by one or the other's bloody fingers.
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tru_faith_lostSupernatural Sam/Dean big_bang fic, rated R, ~43,000 words, post-apocalypse.
Summary : In the end, Dean and Sam take on Hell together, and when it falls, they climb out together, worse for wear, but whole, which is more than can be said for the rest of the world. The landscape's marred, sepia-toned with black clouds above, no sun, no moon, winter, or spring, just the endless road and red-lightning overhead. But it's all theirs. Months of driving, dodging the daily bouts of acid rain and eating out of cans and convenience stores, and Sam's ready for more. He's just not sure what more is until Dean stops breathing on the floor of a motel room in Texas. The world they can lose, but never each other. If Dean can handle a Sam that wants to hold tight when no one's dying and there's nowhere to go, then Sam can deal with a Dean who paints rainbows in a sky with no sun. And maybe what's gold will stay this time around.
After reading several post-apoclypse fics, I thought there's just no way for it to be written any differently, but apparrently it could still be done, and done extremely well, too. This story chronicles the journey of Sam and Dean after they clawed their way out of hell into a world so desolate there's no other living things, breathing in air filled with toxic fumes and avoiding torrential acid rain. Sam nearly lost his brother when Dean had an acute attack of asthma. And Dean had to take care of Sam who at one point went temporarily blind when he had a skin infection that had gone to his eyes. Against all odds, they did manage to survive, and this is their story.
They have no choice but to drink the water seeping through the cracks in the hardpan beneath their fingers. No idea where it comes from or what's washed in with it, but positive they'll die of thirst if they don't drink something. So, they drink. Sometimes while clinging precariously to the rock face, tongues scraping bloody from teasing the stubborn drops out of cracks they can't see in the dark. Sometimes Sam finds a nook and gets a hand free, so Dean can sip from his palm, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. Sometimes, it's the other way around. Sometimes they drink huddled together on crumbling ledges they're not sure will hold them, each with one hand wedged into a crevice, and the other in his brother's belt, cheeks pressed against the wall and mouths open like helpless nestlings. If the ledge falls, they'll go together, maybe one arm short, or they'll stay together, anchored by one or the other's bloody fingers.
