Commission for @neonthebright!
Neon wanted to find out more about the aeternum sprites and reasons they’re called to the world, so enjoy this short story about them!
Word count: 2380
Warnings: References to current events, blood, cutting.
Tag: summoning
Bringer of Eternity
(Ilyana chosen for the character with none given)
AU: Brothers Apart
Timeline: During The Schism of Fire and Water, before Sam finds her in the kitchen
Ilyana let her hands brush restlessly against her arms, the hot skin cooled rapidly by the falling temperature in the cold air of earth.
She suppressed a shiver, refusing to show fear as she waited in her place for the small hunter to come find her. The plan was designed and set by her summoner, the human witch whose fate she’d tied herself to. Herself and so many other sprites in the hopes of eternal life at last, like the ungrateful water sprites who lived eternal simply because of their tie to water.
The meeting with the witch was prominent in Ilyana’s mind. Dipping into the scrying pool by the volcano, listening to Noonia’s plaintive cries as the world around Ilyana changed from hot fire and rock to the darkened interior of a human house.
The candles burning around the summoning circle did little to warm the air. Summoning her sisters had helped a little, but for now the others waited to stop the larger hunter, Dean, setting a trap for him upstairs while Ilyana waited for her Sam down.
She heard a metallic thunk behind her seat, over at the edge of the counter, and smiled. Soon, Sam would be hers and she could return to her fiery home triumphant. The hero of the fire sprites, bringer of eternity.
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I figured I’d put down what I’ve had in mind… so here’s your sequel!
The Incredible Shrinking Winchester Conclusion
BA Canon: No || AU
Timeline: After The Schism of Fire and Water
( Part 1 of 4 )
How long had it been?
Dean paced back and forth impatiently, desperate for the son of a bitch to show their face. The cracked earth beneath his boots formed the intersection of two roads off in the countryside.
How long?
How long since Sam had disappeared? How long since Dean had glanced away for one second and lost sight of his brother forever?
He’d failed.
Failure.
The one person in his life he’d never wanted to let down. The one person he’d do anything for.
The person he’d failed when they were kids. The person he’d failed again when they reunited.
You’re a fucking failure. He deserved better and he always did.
The insidious voice whispered in Dean’s mind constantly. Every day he sat at that same table, praying his brother would reappear. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Considering that Bobby had chased him out of the house, it had to have been a long time.
There’s nothing you can do for him now. He’s gone and you need to accept that.
Had it been a year?
How long would Bobby let Dean stay in his house? The days had blended together. All he did was read, and research, and delve into lore he’d never known existed.
Anything to get his brother back.
Tears pricked at Dean’s eyes as he paced angrily across the crossroads.
“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, sugar.”
Brothers Apart 