a drabble? a poem? thoughts in point form.

[certainthings]

Title: It's Been
Characters: Sam, Dean, others [gen]
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If you think I own them, you're an idiot.
AN: Contains a casting spoiler. The one that's been going around for awhile now. No other spoilers though.


It's been ...

Three months and Dean's still in hell.
- The pain is something one can never get used to.
- Given enough time one can get used to anything.
- Time heals all wounds.
- He's got nothing but time.

Three months and Sam's going through the motions.
- He eats. He sleeps. He exists. Barely.
- He's almost given up, almost.
- "As long as one heart still holds on then hope is never really gone."
- "What is Hell but the total absence of hope?"
- He can't give up.

Three months and Bobby's barely keeping it all together.
- He's tried to find a loop hole.
- He's phoned and emailed and faxed all his contacts.
- Some he hasn't spoken to in years. They all tell him the same thing.
- There's nothing.
- He hasn't told Sam yet.

Three months and Ruby's dragged back down.
- Or maybe she's just skipped town.
- She'd been ignoring Sam for weeks.
- Maybe she's scared. Maybe she's bored.
- There's always a maybe. Either way, she's gone.
- Sam doesn't care if she comes back. She was useless.

Four months and Sam's eyes flash black.
- Dean's not coming out, he's sure of that now.
- He's going in, this he's positive of.
- Bobby's afraid. For him or of him, he isn't sure.
- It'll be okay soon.

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