Entry tags:
SPN/Sandman: Lead On
Fandom: Supernatural & The Sandman
Main characters: Dean, Death
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: implied Dean/Death
Contains: Crossover, deathfic
Rating: G
Summary: "It's been a while." For![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
feywood.
Note: All you need to know is that Dean and Death met and bantered and Dean fell in love with her. I've only seen S1 at this point.
"It's been a while since I saw you," Dean says. He leans back in his chair, trying to ease the ache in his back -- his goddamn back, like an old man, and he found grey hairs yesterday, and this is just -- it's just not happening, okay? He's not getting old. Nuh-uh.
"I've been busy," Death says. She doesn't look any older than she did before. She wouldn't.
"I loved you," he says: it comes easy, now. Easier. And he has an idea this might be the last time he gets to say something like that to anyone. Death smiles, sadly.
"I know."
"Can you love?"
"Of course," she says, shaking her head. "You should know that. Dean... you have to come with me, this time. I'm sorry."
"No," he says, "no, it's alright. I've been waiting for you."
And he takes her hand, easily, just like that, and leaves his body behind. Her hand is cool, smooth. Her smile is just a little bit sad. And deliberately, as she begins to lead him away, he puts his arm around her waist, trails it lower to brush his fingertips over her hip.
"Lead on," he says, without any fear now.
Main characters: Dean, Death
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: implied Dean/Death
Contains: Crossover, deathfic
Rating: G
Summary: "It's been a while." For
feywood.Note: All you need to know is that Dean and Death met and bantered and Dean fell in love with her. I've only seen S1 at this point.
"It's been a while since I saw you," Dean says. He leans back in his chair, trying to ease the ache in his back -- his goddamn back, like an old man, and he found grey hairs yesterday, and this is just -- it's just not happening, okay? He's not getting old. Nuh-uh.
"I've been busy," Death says. She doesn't look any older than she did before. She wouldn't.
"I loved you," he says: it comes easy, now. Easier. And he has an idea this might be the last time he gets to say something like that to anyone. Death smiles, sadly.
"I know."
"Can you love?"
"Of course," she says, shaking her head. "You should know that. Dean... you have to come with me, this time. I'm sorry."
"No," he says, "no, it's alright. I've been waiting for you."
And he takes her hand, easily, just like that, and leaves his body behind. Her hand is cool, smooth. Her smile is just a little bit sad. And deliberately, as she begins to lead him away, he puts his arm around her waist, trails it lower to brush his fingertips over her hip.
"Lead on," he says, without any fear now.