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crossoverficTitle: My Angel Saved My Tarnished Soul
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rosie1234
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 817
Ships: Lois/Dean
Summary: She's his angel in every shape and form.
For:crystalpumpkin
Prompt: You're My Angel
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Don't you dare sell your soul for me, if I'm dead then I'm dead. Don't you even think about it, Winchester.”
Instead of the millions of 'I love yous' and 'you're the ones' we had the luck of sharing together the only thing ringing in my ears is the very thing I'm dying to do.
(dying to give it all away once again and in her name)
Only her words are holding back from that kiss of death I'm willing to take for only two people (one that's slipping away faster and faster each day) in existence without them my soul would be already be damned.
The fear of the fiery pit that I know so damn well is nothing, even if it all still burns behind my eyes, compared to having those soft hands and loving words once again.
Those silent warnings (while blocking out the voices of what loved ones I have left) are still ringing in my head as I find myself at the cross road both in body and spirit.
“I'm sorry, Lane, I can't stop myself.”
-
Years Before:
“Why in the hell would you tell me I can't save you, Lane?”
It had been only a few days since I was fresh out of the ground, the nightmares were at their worst ('I don't remember a thing' was all I ever said), but even if the reunion was over the tears never came to an end.
And these two crazy kids couldn't keep away from each other for more then ten to twenty seconds, death was burned into our brains and it wasn't going to leave, and the fear was still fresh in our hearts.
(after forty years I wasn't going to let her out of my sight for a second)
“Because I do not want to watch you die again, Dean, I would not be able to handle it.”
Over the years we were given, part spent wishing fate had come sooner (before death came upon on us), I had not seen a single tear from my stop girl but now they were coming like tidal waves.
And because of this I tried to push away the tears for her, drying her eye lids with a kiss, and made a promise that now I was getting ready to break.
“I promise, Lois Lane, that I will not sell my soul for you, even if you being dead kills my very beating heart. I promise.”
-
“My god! How many souls do the Winchesters have to give?”
Red eyes stared me down judging me like they did to every poor soul that finds themselves here begging for the fires of hell just for another.
“Just shut up and make the deal. Every supernatural thing wants me dead, and you found the easiest way.”
(they found my weakness and used it so damn well)
My soul, this tarnished son of a bitch that these days does nothing but ache (for the bride-to-be and the lost brother), shuttered as it got ready to be taken away with just the kiss of the lips.
“What the hell!”
But any hopes of a deal came crashing down, and to think I was so damn close to the kiss of death I could smell brimstone, as the demon fell to the ground and any life it had slipped away.
(the knife that I've held and sliced with so many times before putting an end to it all)
“I thought I had your word, Winchester, I guess we have to work on that, don't we?”
I had to close my eyes to check if this creature before me was truly here, smiling that smile that is even better then a slice of apple pie (and that my friends was the deal maker), if my angel was standing before me.
(someday they will remark that Dean Winchester had way too many damn angels on his side)
And when this turned out to be reality, finally something good rather then the shit it usually hands me, the only thing left to do was crash her too me before I could wake up.
“Well, Lois Lane, it looks like you really are the angel I always thought you were. You after all saved this poor mans soul and sanity.”
(trust me I didn't truly believe until I got a good look at those white wings of hers)
Author:
rosie1234 Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 817
Ships: Lois/Dean
Summary: She's his angel in every shape and form.
For:
crystalpumpkin Prompt: You're My Angel
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Don't you dare sell your soul for me, if I'm dead then I'm dead. Don't you even think about it, Winchester.”
Instead of the millions of 'I love yous' and 'you're the ones' we had the luck of sharing together the only thing ringing in my ears is the very thing I'm dying to do.
(dying to give it all away once again and in her name)
Only her words are holding back from that kiss of death I'm willing to take for only two people (one that's slipping away faster and faster each day) in existence without them my soul would be already be damned.
The fear of the fiery pit that I know so damn well is nothing, even if it all still burns behind my eyes, compared to having those soft hands and loving words once again.
Those silent warnings (while blocking out the voices of what loved ones I have left) are still ringing in my head as I find myself at the cross road both in body and spirit.
“I'm sorry, Lane, I can't stop myself.”
-
Years Before:
“Why in the hell would you tell me I can't save you, Lane?”
It had been only a few days since I was fresh out of the ground, the nightmares were at their worst ('I don't remember a thing' was all I ever said), but even if the reunion was over the tears never came to an end.
And these two crazy kids couldn't keep away from each other for more then ten to twenty seconds, death was burned into our brains and it wasn't going to leave, and the fear was still fresh in our hearts.
(after forty years I wasn't going to let her out of my sight for a second)
“Because I do not want to watch you die again, Dean, I would not be able to handle it.”
Over the years we were given, part spent wishing fate had come sooner (before death came upon on us), I had not seen a single tear from my stop girl but now they were coming like tidal waves.
And because of this I tried to push away the tears for her, drying her eye lids with a kiss, and made a promise that now I was getting ready to break.
“I promise, Lois Lane, that I will not sell my soul for you, even if you being dead kills my very beating heart. I promise.”
-
“My god! How many souls do the Winchesters have to give?”
Red eyes stared me down judging me like they did to every poor soul that finds themselves here begging for the fires of hell just for another.
“Just shut up and make the deal. Every supernatural thing wants me dead, and you found the easiest way.”
(they found my weakness and used it so damn well)
My soul, this tarnished son of a bitch that these days does nothing but ache (for the bride-to-be and the lost brother), shuttered as it got ready to be taken away with just the kiss of the lips.
“What the hell!”
But any hopes of a deal came crashing down, and to think I was so damn close to the kiss of death I could smell brimstone, as the demon fell to the ground and any life it had slipped away.
(the knife that I've held and sliced with so many times before putting an end to it all)
“I thought I had your word, Winchester, I guess we have to work on that, don't we?”
I had to close my eyes to check if this creature before me was truly here, smiling that smile that is even better then a slice of apple pie (and that my friends was the deal maker), if my angel was standing before me.
(someday they will remark that Dean Winchester had way too many damn angels on his side)
And when this turned out to be reality, finally something good rather then the shit it usually hands me, the only thing left to do was crash her too me before I could wake up.
“Well, Lois Lane, it looks like you really are the angel I always thought you were. You after all saved this poor mans soul and sanity.”
(trust me I didn't truly believe until I got a good look at those white wings of hers)
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