the things of light
Dec. 6th, 2007 04:56 pm >> the things of light
TITLE: the things of light
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ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Season 2 finale two-parter for SPN, for 3.01-3.04, spoilers for everything on Ats.
ultraviolet9aSPOILER: Season 2 finale two-parter for SPN, for 3.01-3.04, spoilers for everything on Ats.
GENRE: Gen. Might have slight undertones of slash on Angel’s part, cuz, hello! Vampire. Also, xover with Angel the series.
CHARACTERS: Angel, Sam Winchester, reference to other canon or not characters.
SUMMARY: The black car crossed the roads and the other black car followed.
RATING: PG 13.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t want to own them. No, really. But, hey, I wouldn’t say no to borrowing for a while.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t want to own them. No, really. But, hey, I wouldn’t say no to borrowing for a while.
NOTE: It’s not my fault. Suddenly the image of both these gloriously built beings jumped in my mind, so hey. I’m weak, alright?
NOTE2: betaed by shiny hiyacynth.
hiyacynth.We wait for the light, but behold obscurity;
for brightness, but we walk in darkness.
-Isaiah, Chapter 59, Verse 9
There’s this hunt in Idaho. A coven of witches, sacrificing teenagers. Something about needing pure blood to preserve the holy pool of wisdom. Or some other asinine thing. There’s nothing supernatural about them, just three ladies with bats in their belfries. Sam lingers with the gun in his hand, but it’s Angel’s sword that ends all dilemmas about cops and turning them in.
“What?” Angel asks as Sam looks at him. “How many more kids do you want to see dead before you stop looking at me like that?”
“Like what?
Angel doesn’t reply. He cleans his sword on a dark red sacrificial vest and then starts wiping away fingerprints and traces.
.:::.
They don’t talk about it. They take separate rooms. Both pay in cash.
When morning breaks and Sam has his bag over his shoulder, he finds Angel leaning against the hood of his car, holding hot coffee.
Just a nod, craftsman to craftsman.
It starts out like that, anyway.
