my fic: spn drabble
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withimpunityTitle: Sacrifice
Pairing: gen; John
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: any port in a storm for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_ghosts
Every bone, every single piece of him aches as his hands trace sigils and light candles, whispering Latin beneath his breath. He knows what this will do - to Dean, to Sam - what it will mean for him, but his son is dying in a hospital bed with tubes sticking out of him and John knows. There is no choice. There is only what he has to do.
The colt is a heavy weight in his hand, and he could do it, he could end the bastard right fucking now, but he doesn’t.
He never had any other choice.
Pairing: gen; John
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: any port in a storm for
100_ghosts Every bone, every single piece of him aches as his hands trace sigils and light candles, whispering Latin beneath his breath. He knows what this will do - to Dean, to Sam - what it will mean for him, but his son is dying in a hospital bed with tubes sticking out of him and John knows. There is no choice. There is only what he has to do.
The colt is a heavy weight in his hand, and he could do it, he could end the bastard right fucking now, but he doesn’t.
He never had any other choice.
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Date: 2008-04-17 06:30 pm (UTC)There is no choice. There is only what he has to do.
That made me think of Dean in AHBL. Like father, like son.
This was lovely.
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Date: 2008-04-21 07:04 am (UTC)Thanks for reading :)