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mickeymTitle: With Impartial Tread
Pairing: None, this is Gen
Rating: G/All ages
Words: ~300
Spoilers/Warnings: References 7x01; no warnings.
Summary: Death takes a moment to contemplate Dean Winchester.
A/N: Just a little piece that's been poking at me since the season premiere last week. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arliss for a quick read-through. Title is from Horace's Odes. "Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings." Hope you enjoy it :)
You've lived for so long and seen so much, it's seldom you're caught by surprise. By anything.
Dean Winchester has done it twice now, which is a surprise in and of itself.
The oddly satisfying flavor of fried pickle chips lingers on your tongue – and you might not be terribly impressed by mortals themselves, but they do produce some intriguing culinary creations – while you stoke up the fire and settle into your chair to think about the evening.
Your thoughts cycle back to Dean Winchester and his utter audacity, daring to bind you to him. You're not pleased that he thinks of you as a solution to cleaning up his mess, but at the same time you feel a flicker of something else, amusement perhaps, or admiration. His world has crumbled down around him over and over, yet Dean still stands, still keeps going.
You've personally reaped higher beings who gave up when confronted with less than Dean has dealt with.
He's also managed to slip from your fingers more times than any living being that doesn't have four legs, fur, and nine lives. That thought calls up a ludicrous image of Dean with whiskers and a tail, the tail thrashing impatiently back and forth as felines are wont to do when annoyed or anxious, and you flick it away with a shake of your head and a wry twist of your lips.
So perhaps you're more impressed or amused than you'd originally thought. It does happen, however infrequently.
You hope, however, that Dean heeds your advice and doesn't attempt the binding ritual again. Because as amusing as you might occasionally find him, you won't hesitate to kill him.
The fire crackles and pops loudly, and you settle more comfortably into your chair, enjoying the heat washing over you.
You might need to go get some more pickle chips, actually. You think they'd go well with the fire.
~fin~
Pairing: None, this is Gen
Rating: G/All ages
Words: ~300
Spoilers/Warnings: References 7x01; no warnings.
Summary: Death takes a moment to contemplate Dean Winchester.
A/N: Just a little piece that's been poking at me since the season premiere last week. Thanks to
arliss for a quick read-through. Title is from Horace's Odes. "Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings." Hope you enjoy it :)You've lived for so long and seen so much, it's seldom you're caught by surprise. By anything.
Dean Winchester has done it twice now, which is a surprise in and of itself.
The oddly satisfying flavor of fried pickle chips lingers on your tongue – and you might not be terribly impressed by mortals themselves, but they do produce some intriguing culinary creations – while you stoke up the fire and settle into your chair to think about the evening.
Your thoughts cycle back to Dean Winchester and his utter audacity, daring to bind you to him. You're not pleased that he thinks of you as a solution to cleaning up his mess, but at the same time you feel a flicker of something else, amusement perhaps, or admiration. His world has crumbled down around him over and over, yet Dean still stands, still keeps going.
You've personally reaped higher beings who gave up when confronted with less than Dean has dealt with.
He's also managed to slip from your fingers more times than any living being that doesn't have four legs, fur, and nine lives. That thought calls up a ludicrous image of Dean with whiskers and a tail, the tail thrashing impatiently back and forth as felines are wont to do when annoyed or anxious, and you flick it away with a shake of your head and a wry twist of your lips.
So perhaps you're more impressed or amused than you'd originally thought. It does happen, however infrequently.
You hope, however, that Dean heeds your advice and doesn't attempt the binding ritual again. Because as amusing as you might occasionally find him, you won't hesitate to kill him.
The fire crackles and pops loudly, and you settle more comfortably into your chair, enjoying the heat washing over you.
You might need to go get some more pickle chips, actually. You think they'd go well with the fire.
~fin~
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Date: 2011-09-30 05:39 am (UTC)I think that Show hints at Death having a tiny little gleam of admiration for Dean, and you captured it perfectly here without making it into "Death fanboys Dean," you know?
Brava, BB! :)
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Date: 2011-10-01 04:20 am (UTC)Nicely introspective like you think Death would be. : )
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 06:01 am (UTC)I think Death *does* have a bit of grudging respect for Dean - but yes, he will kill him.
Excellent!
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Date: 2011-10-01 09:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-03 03:25 am (UTC)With Impartial Tread
Date: 2011-10-03 09:23 am (UTC)