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spn_springflingTitle: The Stories That Will Be Told
Pairing: Sam, Dean, Death gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
***
Death was eternal.
Death was undefeatable.
Death was inexorable.
Death was... bored.
The fact of the matter was that even though he was only an anthropomorphic personification of a concept, he was still a sentient being. He may have been capable of far more than the pitiful humans and gods that he reaped, but he was still subject to some of their foibles.
Over the millennia of his existence, he had seen everything happen over and over again. History repeated itself with wearying predictability. So it was nice when, occasionally, something or someone managed to surprise him.
Sam and Dean were annoying little ants, but even in that they were unusual. Death usually felt no emotion one way or the other regarding humanity, but the Winchester brothers managed to irritate him.
Then he had a conversation with a reaper who'd been around when a trickster had been tormenting them with killing Dean over and over again, and he started to see why they had such a skewed perception of the act of dying. In fact, the more he spoke with the various reapers who had dealt with them over the years, the more amused he became.
Of course, there came a time when they did die for the final time. No matter what their own impressions were, they were not immortal – and Death knew that, in their own way, they were thankful to be able to rest at last.
Time marched on, as it was wont to do, and Death continued his journeys. He came back after a while – was it fifty years? A hundred? A thousand? It mattered little – and listened once more to the stories that humans told themselves.
He found that Sam and Dean Winchester had one final surprise for him.
“Long ago, when angels and demons walked the land, two brothers stood firmly in the middle and fought for humans.”
“They say the brothers were weapons in name and in fact.”
“They say that the brothers had befriended Death himself, and only old age could kill them.”
“They say the brothers doomed the world.”
“They say the brothers saved the world.”
“They say the brothers became gods.”
Death walked, and listened, and remembered. He had remarked on the human propensity for stories before, and was intrigued by it again. He followed the threads of various stories until he came as close to the start as he could.
It seemed that the Winchester brothers' habit of saving people had turned them into legends. It wasn't the prophet's books that had kept the memory of them alive, it was the stories that the people they saved told. Stories handed down from parent to child, child to friend, down and across until everyone in America – and further – knew about them.
It was a legacy that no hunter had previously achieved, but Death thought he understood. Sam and Dean had never just saved a person's life. They always got involved, they always left a part of them with each person they encountered.
Sam and Dean had achieved the sort of immortality that very few ever experienced. Their lives were over, but the memories and stories would forever live on.
Death laughed. And then he started to spread his own stories.
“They say that the brothers will never stop watching over Earth. And one day, if the need is dire enough, they'll come back once more.”
Pairing: Sam, Dean, Death gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
***
Death was eternal.
Death was undefeatable.
Death was inexorable.
Death was... bored.
The fact of the matter was that even though he was only an anthropomorphic personification of a concept, he was still a sentient being. He may have been capable of far more than the pitiful humans and gods that he reaped, but he was still subject to some of their foibles.
Over the millennia of his existence, he had seen everything happen over and over again. History repeated itself with wearying predictability. So it was nice when, occasionally, something or someone managed to surprise him.
Sam and Dean were annoying little ants, but even in that they were unusual. Death usually felt no emotion one way or the other regarding humanity, but the Winchester brothers managed to irritate him.
Then he had a conversation with a reaper who'd been around when a trickster had been tormenting them with killing Dean over and over again, and he started to see why they had such a skewed perception of the act of dying. In fact, the more he spoke with the various reapers who had dealt with them over the years, the more amused he became.
Of course, there came a time when they did die for the final time. No matter what their own impressions were, they were not immortal – and Death knew that, in their own way, they were thankful to be able to rest at last.
Time marched on, as it was wont to do, and Death continued his journeys. He came back after a while – was it fifty years? A hundred? A thousand? It mattered little – and listened once more to the stories that humans told themselves.
He found that Sam and Dean Winchester had one final surprise for him.
“Long ago, when angels and demons walked the land, two brothers stood firmly in the middle and fought for humans.”
“They say the brothers were weapons in name and in fact.”
“They say that the brothers had befriended Death himself, and only old age could kill them.”
“They say the brothers doomed the world.”
“They say the brothers saved the world.”
“They say the brothers became gods.”
Death walked, and listened, and remembered. He had remarked on the human propensity for stories before, and was intrigued by it again. He followed the threads of various stories until he came as close to the start as he could.
It seemed that the Winchester brothers' habit of saving people had turned them into legends. It wasn't the prophet's books that had kept the memory of them alive, it was the stories that the people they saved told. Stories handed down from parent to child, child to friend, down and across until everyone in America – and further – knew about them.
It was a legacy that no hunter had previously achieved, but Death thought he understood. Sam and Dean had never just saved a person's life. They always got involved, they always left a part of them with each person they encountered.
Sam and Dean had achieved the sort of immortality that very few ever experienced. Their lives were over, but the memories and stories would forever live on.
Death laughed. And then he started to spread his own stories.
“They say that the brothers will never stop watching over Earth. And one day, if the need is dire enough, they'll come back once more.”
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Date: 2015-03-21 05:36 pm (UTC)No matter what their own impressions were, they were not immortal – and Death knew that, in their own way, they were thankful to be able to rest at last.
and
“They say that the brothers will never stop watching over Earth. And one day, if the need is dire enough, they'll come back once more.”
Yeah, this one will be a favorite!!!