my fic: spn drabble

[withimpunity]

Title: Sacrifice
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.

Comments

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

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.

Oh, John.

Good job getting into his head as he makes this sacrifice.

[trill100.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. Poor John.

[force-oblique.livejournal.com]

This is so intense!
I wish it was longer than just a drabble!

[kilynn16.livejournal.com]

oh, John.

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.