Summary: A year…he had a year. Drabble.
Spoilers: There are definite spoilers for part two of the Season 2 finale in this one. Other than that, there are some vague mentions of the episode "Faith."
Disclaimer: Barring the possibility of finding a Djinn who will create a world in my mind where Supernatural is mine, I don't own the show. ;)
A/N: This is something that many wonderful fics have been written for, but I couldn't resist trying my own hand at it. I actually managed to make it a drabble, though as usual, it mutated, lol. Though this drabble was written first, I wound up writing two others, "Weary," and "Unafraid," that are loosely connected with it. I hope you will read those too, though they aren't necessary to understand this one.
Many thanks to my wonderful beta Darth Mom, the best beta I could ever ask for in a galaxy far, far away, and in any other.
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He had a year.
It was more than a lot of people got…more than his dad had gotten.
He wasn't afraid of what would happen when that year ran out.
He'd never really expected to make it to thirty, anyway.
Sammy's voice carried a familiar edge:
"I'm gonna die, and you can't stop it."
He had a year.
A year to save people, a year to hunt things.
A year to find a loophole in the deal, or a year to figure out how to say goodbye.
Either way, he had a year…and it was enough.
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