Your vehicle was parked next to the Impala, your packed bags in the passenger seat of your red ‘74 Bronco. You used to laugh seeing your giant Beast parked next to sleek Baby, but now the black muscle car brought you nothing but agonizing memories. Dean was gone. You hadn’t been able to stop the hellhounds from ripping your love apart and although Lilith hadn’t been able to kill Sam, you hadn’t been able to end her either. She smoked out of Ruby’s meatsuit leaving you and Sam to deal with Dean’s mangled corpse.
The last couple days had been devastating. Sam was a mess, especially after burying Dean, and as much as you wanted to be there for him, you couldn’t even look at him without your heart shattering all over again. And watching you grieve was only amplifying his own anguish. So you’d decided to part ways. You held each other for a long moment, neither one of you ready for this but both of you knowing you needed time apart to deal with your grief in your own separate ways. The pain of being around Sam was just too much. Although you loved him like a brother, now he was just a bitter reminder of the time when you called yourself Dean’s.
You hopped up into the Bronco and pulled away, fighting back tears as you found yourself looking back at the only family you had left in the world shrinking away in the rearview mirror.
Now, pay attention, ‘cause I’m about to tell you the secret to life. You ready? The whole damn thing is about decisions, time, seemingly insignificant decisions that clear the road for monster truck life-altering ones. You see, every path you take leads to another choice, and some choices can change everything. Every damn moment of the rest of your life hangs on them.
First attempt at a fanfic so forgive my writing skills. Liked the idea @mizuaoi had of Widowmaker telling Lena to watch out for Emily. Took the basic idea of Widowmaker being worried about Emily and ran with it. Hope my writing in this part is somewhat coherent.
Many people assumed that the conditioning Amelie
Lacroix had undergone when becoming
Widowmaker had robbed her of all emotion.
Those people were wrong. It was
true that her emotions had been drastically muted but they were still there. Most
of the time however her Talon conditioning kept her emotions just out of reach.
It frustrated her. But there were some days when specific feelings would easily
come to the surface and threaten to overwhelm her with emotions she had never
learned to control. Today was one of those days.
Widowmaker had decided that she was angry. She had not felt that particular emotion in a
long time and was having difficulty in controlling it. But she had managed to control the feeling to
the point where it was merely a small presence in the back of her mind. What had that stupid girl Tracer been
thinking? She wondered for the thousandth time.
On this alter On this road You have called me from my home The weight I carry is not my own Spirit, move this heart of stone How can I walk in my new name Father of many The promise You gave On this alter On this road I lay down my flesh and bones
For @carryon-countdown :The prompt is “Road Trips”! I’m sorry if this makes no sense, I am only semi lucid and it’s late.
“Come on Baz, it isn’t like we’re walking the runway or anything,” Simon shouts through the motel door.
“I want to look like the best one at the gas station,” I reply, trying to get more hot water out of the shitty, rusted tap.
This is all easy for him to say. He just slaps on deodorant, blows his nose, and he’s fucking done. That’s it. I, on the other hand, like to put a little more care into my appearance.
“Baz,” he whines, and I hear him slump against the door, “just throw on some deodorant and come on. We have to make it to the Texas border by sundown and it’s already 6AM.”
“I can’t believe I’m up at 6AM,” I muttered to myself, looking in the grimy mirror. It was useless, really. These bags under my eyes could almost be called a fashion statement.
“Ah, yes,” I cried, pulling the door open and watching Simon stumble as he righted himself. “I momentarily forgot I’d given all my flyer miles to come to America just to see the Dr. Pepper museum in Waco fucking Texas.”
Simon groaned, but followed me to the bed. He was dressed in worn joggers and a T-shirt that he got at the National Dairy Shrine, in Ohio. With Simon dressed like that, along with the atrociously patterned bedspread and vomit green stucco walls, I felt like I was existing in some kind of alternate reality.
I hadn’t had anything but salt & vinegar chips, and ice slushies, in nearly four days.
“Now hold on a minute,” Simon said, flopping down onto the bed. “First of all, this isn’t just about the Dr. Pepper museum. We are seeing all the major food museums in America. And second of all, this is what you promised me if I agreed to marry you.”
Gellert laughed. Looking at the boy, slowly catching the musk which weavered around him, he replied: “Easy there, kiddo. You are looking awfully stressed.” He stood in a way that made avoiding him extremely hard. “Listen, child”, the Alpha whispered, “I am in a nice mood today. So if you don’t want me to make sure every Alpha within the next three blocks knows you are alone, you should better come with me. That’s unless you prefer being the subject of an orgie, which I doubt is your case.”