random spn drabble
Oct. 28th, 2009 01:09 pm... of the exactly-100-words sort. not particularly cheerful.
Every year, Sam is allowed one indulgence: a birthday cake -- well, cupcake, really -- and three candles.
It's not his birthday, though. January 24. Dean's birthday. Jess's. He's not quite sure what the third candle is for; the day the world ended, maybe.
(the day the world began, you mean)
He lets the candles burn down, and then strips off the exquisitely decorated icing and fingerpaints pentagrams on the pristine white shirt.
(sugar does not repel demons)
Then, midnight, and Lucifer answers Sam's unspoken question
(because I want to make you happy)
as he tosses the cupcake carelessly in the trash.
Every year, Sam is allowed one indulgence: a birthday cake -- well, cupcake, really -- and three candles.
It's not his birthday, though. January 24. Dean's birthday. Jess's. He's not quite sure what the third candle is for; the day the world ended, maybe.
(the day the world began, you mean)
He lets the candles burn down, and then strips off the exquisitely decorated icing and fingerpaints pentagrams on the pristine white shirt.
(sugar does not repel demons)
Then, midnight, and Lucifer answers Sam's unspoken question
(because I want to make you happy)
as he tosses the cupcake carelessly in the trash.