Fanfic - SPN: Bloody Holiday (Sam, Dean)
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writingbyebonioTitle: Bloody Holiday
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eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Prompt: "No more holidays" for Dec. 25 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
365wprompts. And 065. Morose. For 100moods, challenge table here.
Word Count: 100 words exactly.
Rating: R for violence.
Warnings/Spoilers: Gen. Dark! Angst! Character death! Graphic violence! Holiday theme. Plot. Drabble. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: A holiday Hunt gone bad … very bad.
Author's Notes: Ummm … yeah, I'm still having to do schoolwork on my supposed vacation and I think I'm getting ... Bitter? Angry? Murderous? Do I need to apologize for this?
No more holidays, no more days at all. Couldn't do it, wouldn't do it. Not today of all days, not any day. But he'd done it. The feral glint of strength lit his brother's eyes and Hunter-him overrode Brother-him. The trigger clicked, gun chamber emptied, new silver bullet cycled in. The old one buried deep, before bursting out, splitting skin, bone, tissue, bone, skin, hair, then only air. The blood splashed bright, a morbid firework behind his brother's body, falling, kneeling, then flat. Then the blood seeped. He hardly blinked before his fingers squeezed the trigger once again. Then nothing.
Author:
eboniorchidFandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Prompt: "No more holidays" for Dec. 25 of
365wprompts. And 065. Morose. For 100moods, challenge table here.Word Count: 100 words exactly.
Rating: R for violence.
Warnings/Spoilers: Gen. Dark! Angst! Character death! Graphic violence! Holiday theme. Plot. Drabble. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: A holiday Hunt gone bad … very bad.
Author's Notes: Ummm … yeah, I'm still having to do schoolwork on my supposed vacation and I think I'm getting ... Bitter? Angry? Murderous? Do I need to apologize for this?
No more holidays, no more days at all. Couldn't do it, wouldn't do it. Not today of all days, not any day. But he'd done it. The feral glint of strength lit his brother's eyes and Hunter-him overrode Brother-him. The trigger clicked, gun chamber emptied, new silver bullet cycled in. The old one buried deep, before bursting out, splitting skin, bone, tissue, bone, skin, hair, then only air. The blood splashed bright, a morbid firework behind his brother's body, falling, kneeling, then flat. Then the blood seeped. He hardly blinked before his fingers squeezed the trigger once again. Then nothing.
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