CatzEye's Quirks

Heretofore is the drabble I wrote last Sunday for the E/O Challenge on FF.net-  It's a double one, as I'd missed the week's previous...


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Fall On Me

The few photos salvaged were stacked in a manila envelope wrapped in plastic in the Impala's trunk.  Just over a year since Mary's death, the first week of the New Year, Dean had reached under a bundle of splintered Evergreen stakes to find that which I'd been unable to look at for such awhile.

Wordlessly, as was his way, he spread the tattered pictures of our family over the dusty pavement of the parking lot.  Boy had taken so little interest in anything up till then that I'd dared not interfere.

Hurt seeing, though:  Mary and I, Dean holding newborn Sammy for the first time, the four of us grinning under the big oak in our front yard, and a few more fleeting glimpses of such scenes and dreams, gone forever.

One lone frame remained.  It contained a picture Mary had taken of me holding three-year-old Dean.  Remembering the moment, I could almost feel my son, solid, secure in my arms again:  his wistful smile, his chubby hands splayed upwards, his big eyes transfixed.  Nothing up there but blue, though, far as my eyes could see...

"Dean?"

"Sky falling."

"Sky's not gonna fall, son."

"Daddy hold up the sky."

I remember how fondly, how foolishly I'd laughed.

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Here's another of my Supernatural Drabbles - This one finds Sam savoring some alone time in the darkest hour of the night--

Caution:  Here Be Spoilers for Season 4- up to and including 4:15 and, well, beyond...

Word Count: 100


In The Darkness

Ruby drops him off down the alley of the motel's parking lot.  It's just past 2a.m.  In front of their room sits the Impala, and Sam, not quite ready to head in, quietly climbs behind her wheel.

No light shines from any room in the motel.  Gusty breezes roll bulky clouds over the light of the full moon, the night's ominous intermittent darkness oddly comforting.

He feels their shared blood coursing through his veins, charging his soul with a power he'd never before realized.  He shudders in delight, breathes deeply the night air, and heads on in to bed.


Thanks for reading-- :)

Word Count:  100

Spoilers:  Anything up to and beyond the 4th Season episode "Death Takes A Holiday".

Disclaimers:  As always, only playing in Kripke's sandbox, never trying to claim it...

-This is a drabble for the Enkidu7 and Onyx Moonbeam Challenge on FF.net-  But it's also a premise of the first chapter on a new story I'll be posting very very soon--------- Hope ya all enjoy!!


White As Snow

 

Flashes flicker of wide terror-filled eyes, screams from all directions, in a place so hot, so godforsaken burning-

Bolting upright, awake, breathless- just another nightmare.

It’s 2a.m. The room is silent, again he’s alone. Getting up off sweat-soaked sheets, he goes to the sink for some water to quench his parched throat, splash his balmy face. Fever must be rising.

Leaning back against the door, he spots his profile in shadow. Looks like a derelict reject. He taunts himself, remembering a time when his brother's heart was white as snow.

What Sam’s doing now fills him with such worry, such a desperate rage…

I have loved the movies that always glow from our tv sets around the holidays since early childhood- And the movie "The Ten Commandments" has always resonnated with me when Easter, perhaps my favorite holiday of them all, comes around............
Wonderful Spring, & Wonderful Easter, To You All!

Well --I've had some doosies, to say the least!  I once worked at a WalMart, though- while in college.  It had to be the most monotonous job possible on the face of the earth.  I was in virtual hell, while my co-workers were all cheerful & called themselves "Associates..."

It was, shall I say, trying....

One afternoon, they assigned me to greet customers at the front entrance- for the whole shift....  Let me just have you know that after that day, I was disallowed to ever have to endure working in that unenduring soul-stifling atmosphere again.... :>)

Thanks for giving me the opportunity of sharing.......

Here's my E/O Drabble Challenge entry for the word: "Numb"
Word Count: 100
Herein Dean finds his reality a bit quirked in the aftermath of a hunt...


Twilight Zone

Dizzy, feel like I'm short-circuiting-

Bleeding, can't catch my breath, still with smell of copper so thick in the air-

Where can I go to escape this mind-numbing pain?  So tempting to give in to the darkness, but Dad's barking out orders, his hands clutching my jacket, moving us briskly along...

"Get him to the car, son!  He's real shocky- Move quick!"

World's totally spinning.  Where the hell's the car?  Sammy?

Wish I could get my bearings.  Mouth's too dry to speak-

To my left, sense of movement-

"C'mon, Dean..."

Ah- Sam's voice just the grounding I need, that moppy head my beacon...

While Your Lips Are Still Red

Little kiss, and again they connect

Ah- she can do this.

Beauty and dark gifts notwithstanding, his will's so eaily pliable

Ruby's found him well worth the agony

The requisite torture, the mind-numbing pain

Falling each time for the sake of the End Game

Bitch has got the gist of it well down pat-

For Hell's got some heavy Humpty-Dumpty magic-

The countless souls ripped and broken apart are, at the closing of each day, put patently together again

Over and over and over again-

It's always only a matter of patience... patience to see it to the bloody end.

 

This is my 4th week's participation in the Enkiu07 / Onyx Moonbeam Drabble Challenge on FanFic.net-  Prompt word was "Nausea" (or variations...) Sort of a continuation of last week's submission, "Importune Me No More".

Word Count: 100


Bones

Sam recoils from the nauseating stench erupting from the flame-tipped bones.

He turns away enough to see tenacious sprit matter fizzle in the air above his brother, lying boneless on the ground.

He rushes forward, shouting, "Dean!  I've burnt her bones, she's gone!"

Unconsciously, Dean turns at the sound of Sam's voice.  Eyebrows frowning, sinews & bones twitching to find life, he suddenly gasps in the evening air-

 "Got her- Simple salt & burn!  The bones are gone.  God, Dean!

"Quick little bitch- crushed my bones, my breath right outa me..."

"Your bones aren't crushed, dude.  Let me help you up."

"No.  I'm fine... The bones?"

Another drabble now, my 3rd, from Enkidu07's and OnyxMoonbeam's challenge on FF.net

Challenge Word:  Wrench (ed/ ing/ es)

Word Count: 100




Importune Me No More


The tall man brisky digs through her little spot of earth, as the lid to her coffin's wrenched open.

Barely alight, she shifts into matter as the other one shouts, "Here! Bitch! Come and get me!"

Summoning wind, she slams into his chest, hoping to send him to his own pine box as he pushes and gasps in the evening air.

For all the delight his weakening struggles invoke, there's no rejoicing when his arms finally go slack.

For he remains alive, while the tall one's been moving all along.

Her last sight on earth's her own bones transforming into flame.

 

Here's my 2nd drabble, which I posted on FF.net this past Sunday as part of Enkidu07 & Onyx Moonbeam's weekly Drabble Challenge - Word was "Thermometer."
Word Count: 100


For Whom The Bell Tolls


Lean forward, man the wheel, focus eyes, concentrate, drive us through this raging snowstorm.

"It's a miracle we even got that thing.  Man, it must be 20-below out there!"

"Doesn't matter, Sam-  it's pretty obvious there's more still loose."

Sam's shivering.  There's just so much to do, too much to take care of.  It's so extremely late.

"Time marches on-" Metallica screams.

The air is thick, harsh and confining.

Way too close tonight...

"Dean, take a breath, dude!"

"I'm breathing, bro."

Baby's heat core is relentless, though, the mercury of her innermost thermometer rising as the song pounds on...

 

Most definitely the murder of Mary Queen of Scots husband Lord Henry Darnley-!  It was Lord Darnley's murder and the Queen's subsequent marriage to James Hepburn, Lord Bothwell that ultimately led to Mary's imprisonment and execution.  I've long been fascinated by this real life tale of passion and woe, and hope to write to do it some justice someday.......  

Here's a drabble I posted on FanFic.net as part of the Enkidu07 / Onyx Moonbeam Drabble challenge - Word was "Lash" or any variation.
Word Count: 100


Goodbye Milky Way-

In Bobby’s kitchen, the boys are at the table, arranging planets- green apple as the Earth, red potato for Mars, an orange for the Sun, & so on. They busy their fingers across the tabletop, plotting with popcorn where constellations like Orion and Cassiopeia shine.

Sam’s enthralled- says everything’s endless.  He’s only six, but he can tell.

 “It’s cosmic,” Dean comments.

From over by the fireplace I tell them, “Time for bed.”

“It’s not done yet!” Sammy protests.

“Go to bed!”

He lashes out, as popcorn litters the floor.

He stomps upstairs, and Dean sweeps up the planets and stars.

Alice In Wonderland, without a doubt! -- Just drop me down the rabbit hole, and I'll be ready to make the most of it, for sure!

Well, in no particular order:

Medusa by Annie Lennox

Throwing Copper by Live

Parallel Dreams by Loreena McKennitt

Murmur by R.E.M.

The Joshua Tree by U2

The Man In Black by Johnny Cash

Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi! by Enigma

Load by Metallica

Floodland by Sisters of Mercy

Banba by Clannad



Actually, when I think of my favorite music, right now the above rush into mind -- but I am fairly fickle, I guess -- so my list is ever changing..............!

Good Evening to all you Realm Dwellers hereabout -- I hope you are all enjoying this lovely night ---  I am quite new to this place, and alas - this is the first post I've ever made on any site of this nature.  In future, I'm sure I shall find much to say, but for now I'll just say Hello and Good Evening, Gentle Readers & Those Who Roam The Night~~;>)