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Apr. 24th, 2011 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavemea_45[From here.]
It's still cool this early in the morning, here in Wyoming in late spring. The eastern sky is only beginning to lighten with the brightness of false dawn, but it's enough to see the dark shape of the Impala a few yards away, parked beside the road.
It's still cool this early in the morning, here in Wyoming in late spring. The eastern sky is only beginning to lighten with the brightness of false dawn, but it's enough to see the dark shape of the Impala a few yards away, parked beside the road.
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Date: 2011-05-01 02:48 am (UTC)Sam ignores the pain from his bruised ribs and pushes himself up, scrambling across the ground and the now-dark wire circle to reach Andrew's side.
"Andrew? Come on, man, say something--"
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:01 am (UTC)He isn't breathing.
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:07 am (UTC)It's a nightmare, or at least it feels like one, and as Sam stares at the fallen body for an instant all he can see is the blood everywhere, and Dean's open, empty gaze.
Sam doesn't even realize that he's weeping as he reaches out to take him by the shoulders.
"-- please, please, no, wake up, please wake up--"
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:11 am (UTC)Nothing.
And then a heaving gasp, sucking in air, and Andrew's feet scrabble uselessly against the ground.
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:13 am (UTC)He shifts automatically to provide support and mild restraint together.
"--take it easy--"
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:16 am (UTC)It takes a moment before his gaze focuses on Sam.
"... d-did ... did it --"
He coughs, and blood flecks his lips.
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:17 am (UTC)Silently, he shakes his head.
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:18 am (UTC)And stares in shock.
The entire gate is slagged over: the thorned pentacle of the lock, the steel bindings with their crescent-ornamented crosspieces, the doors themselves, all melted together into a single slab of blistered metal, unrecognizeable.
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:41 am (UTC)(It'll take months of work to try to even get through the damage, and even if the locking mechanism's intact beneath, he still doesn't have the Colt.
Nor any other way in.)
His gaze drifts aimlessly aside instead, down at the nearest grave.
It's not all that different from Dean's, really. Just another mound of dirt, sealing a body away into the dark.
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:44 am (UTC)I broke it.
Andrew swallows. There's the taste of blood in his mouth.
No wonder there are tears in Sam's eyes. No wonder Sam isn't looking at him.
(He can't stop shivering.)
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:49 am (UTC)Sam looks quickly back up at him.
"You okay? Cold?"
Just after dawn on a Wyoming May morning isn't exactly warm, after all.
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:51 am (UTC)Sometime in the past however many minutes, he discovers, he bit the inside of his cheek rather badly. He swallows salt blood, and turns to Sam with a look of frantic pleading in his eyes.
"I can fix it. I -- let me try again, I'll, I can f-find out what I did wrong --"
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Date: 2011-05-01 04:11 am (UTC)"... I don't think it's going to open again anytime soon," he says, very quietly.
A beat.
"And since you damn near died trying the first time..."
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Date: 2011-05-01 04:12 am (UTC)"... I what?"
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Date: 2011-05-01 04:13 am (UTC)"You stopped breathing."
Sam finally looks away from the tomb, at him.
"I thought you were gonna die. I thought I'd killed--"
He chokes on the words, and leaves it at that.
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Date: 2011-05-01 04:13 am (UTC)He stares.
(to open a gate to hell)
"Oh."
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Date: 2011-05-01 04:14 am (UTC)"Yeah."
A pause.
"Think you can stand?"
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Date: 2011-05-01 04:15 am (UTC)"... gimme a minute?"
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Date: 2011-05-01 04:17 am (UTC)Low; barely audible. Sam's still looking away, staring at the sealed tomb.
"Take all the time you need."