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tigriswolfFandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun. Title from "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash. The Darkness, Destiny, Hope, Death, and the Father do not belong to me, though this characterization is my own.
Warnings: possible blasphemy, if you choose to take it as such; spoilers for up to “Home” ; AU
Pairings: Dean/Sam; John/Mary, Sam/Jess
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 2230
Point of view: third
Notes: The italics are a conversation between Missouri and Dean. It is one long talk, broken into parts.
Why did it kill my mother?
Dean, you didn’t come here for the truth.
Then why did I come, Missouri?
To be reassured you did the right thing in pulling Sam back into this life.
Did I?
What do you think, Dean?
No. I took away his dreams, Jess, all his plans... I stole his innocence again.
Oh, no, child. You didn’t steal anything. He made the choice, eyes wide open, to follow you.
He did?
Oh, Dean... your brother would follow you into hell.
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He was a truly gorgeous manchild. They both were, the Winchester brothers, perfect hunters and perfect prey. They were darkness and light, despair and joy, sobbing on a moonless night and laughing beneath the sun.
The older was darker, less light in his soul. His wit cut sharp, and his eyes glared with a fire that should have burned all the world to ash. Around him a room would brighten or darken with his mood.
The younger shone brighter, but darkness could be seen encroaching on his edges. His wit was nearly as sharp, though not quite, and his glare tempered with an empathy the older did not feel. He did not have the presence of the older, though he was taller. He couldn’t fill a room all on his own.
They should never have been born, either of them.
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Why?
Do you honestly not know? He loves you, more than anything in the world.
But what have I done—
You saved him. You continue to save him. You will always save him.
Of course. He’s...
Your little brother? He’s more than that, though I don’t think you’ve realized that just yet.
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They had too much power. Too much light and too much dark; Destiny could never have planned for this—it must have been a fluke.
The first one, at least. He had to have been a mistake. Then the second was born. The second, with all his power and Destiny—the sick bitch—had to have fucked up.
No way it could have been intentional, giving the light such a boost in the game. And then the mother got pregnant again.
She didn’t even know, and the Darkness sent Its greatest warrior to take her out. No way in hell she was having a third child of such power.
If the Darkness could have known what Its actions would cause, It might have made a different decision.
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Missouri...
Don’t tell me not to talk in riddles, boy.
Please? I have to know. Why did that thing kill Mom? Kill Jess?
I can’t tell you, Dean. You’re not ready to hear. You might never be.
Was it because of Sam?
...no.
Was it because of me?
Oh, Dean...
Missouri?
...no. No, baby.
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The father became a hunter, one of the best. He learned and then taught his boys everything.
The Darkness and all Its minions watched, waiting to see what would come of this. They observed the boys as the years passed, watched them become something extraordinary.
Both were amazing when separated, but together? Destiny had to have fucked up, because that much power should never have entered the world.
That much light, that much darkness... that much potential for either...
And then the younger decided it wasn’t his life, the hunting, and left. The Darkness rejoiced—without both, then perhaps the father could finally be killed. The older buried himself in rage and threw himself into the hunt—the father just wallowed along in his wake.
The Darkness smiled.
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Liar.
Dean, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t Sam’s fault. It wasn’t your father’s fault.
It had to be someone’s.
It was.
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Except something kept the Darkness from attacking. Some remnant of the light—the mother and her unborn child.
The Darkness, had It teeth, would have ground them. Here was the chance and it could not be taken! Here was the chance to take out one of the greatest hunters the world had ever born—and the Darkness wouldn’t take Its share of the blame for that—and no move could be made against him, because Light was stronger and always would be.
The younger boy became the new focus. The Darkness watched him fall in love with the mirror of his mother, watched him move further and further away from the hunt and his past. Watched him forget his father, forget his mother—but never did he forget his brother.
The Darkness found that most peculiar. For a moment, It wondered what It had missed, but honestly, what could escape It? Nothing.
So It watched and It waited, and finally the moment came. The father left, with hardly a word and no warning at all. Where had the older to go but back to his brother?
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Missouri, please just tell me. Stop dancing around.
Dean, you’re not ready to know the truth. You never will be.
No one is ever ready to hear the truth.
I can still remember you as a baby. You were such a happy child...
Please.
And then your little brother... you were so protective, even before the rest of us knew...
Knew what?
What was after you...
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The brothers left together, leaving the girl alone. And as the greatest warrior made the first move, the Darkness laughed.
For she was pregnant, too.
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After me? Or Sam?
...both.
Both?
Dean... please. Don’t make me tell you. You’re not ready, child.
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It was beautiful, in a deliciously ironic way. It was perfect and wonderful—and perhaps Destiny was finally back on her game.
The Darkness watched and smiled as the younger brother returned and fell back onto the bed, completely unprepared for what was to come. The girl’s blood dropped onto his forehead and the Darkness laughed—but then the older reappeared and saved the younger from the fire. Again. And the Darkness glared, began to plan his sweet, painful death, and resumed smiling.
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Tell me.
It’s evil. It’s eviler than anything you can imagine, anything you’d want to imagine. Ancient.
How ancient?
Does it matter? Time out of mind, older than memory.
What’s it called? Why us?
Dean... you honestly have no idea of the power in your blood?
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Neither of those boys should have been born. The world wasn’t ready for them. And had the Darkness any idea what It had caused... but the thought of failure, of mistakes, of oversights...
The Darkness was the first, the greatest. Beyond any sort of self-doubt at all. Beyond recrimination, beyond regret—
But damned, if those boys getting together wasn’t the Darkness’s fault, then Destiny would eat her hat.
Instead, Destiny watched the Darkness run around and shared drinks with Death.
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What power?
That damned father of yours... fool. I’ve been saying it for years. I could just slap that man.
Missouri... what power?
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Destiny, you see, knew exactly what she was doing. There was a battle coming, the first shot of the final war, and it was unknown who would win. That had been decreed from the dawn of time, from the hours before the sun, when the Father alone existed.
But it would be a close war, breathtakingly close, and the Light would need all the help It could get if the Darkness was to be beaten back.
So Destiny was created by the Father, older even than the Darkness and Death. He gave Destiny the task of assigning people their lives and their deaths, though Death was the one to actually bring them home.
And the Darkness was given the job of being evil. Well, not given—It took on the role, as the Father had known It would.
But back to Destiny and her boys.
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It’s old, the evil after you, after Sam, after your father.
What is it?
You are light, Dean. Even with all the darkness in your soul... you are light. And so’s Sam.
Missouri...
There is such a light in you... such hope and faith and pure goodness, even after...
After?
Everything you’ve seen. Everything you’ve done. What you’ve almost become.
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The war approached, the war between the Darkness and the Light. The Father knew that something had to be born, something that had the choice. The choice between being Dark and being Light, the choice that would lead the course of the war.
And in the blood of Mary Winchester there flowed power as old as time. Not even Destiny—the oldest of the First—knew where the power came from, what exactly Mary’s line had been in previous times. Only the Father knew, and He wasn’t telling.
It didn’t matter.
Mary had the potential, and Destiny knew the time was at hand. So the boy was born, the older Winchester, and he shone brighter than the sun.
The power within his fragile human body would overwhelm him if he didn’t have something to ground him, and Destiny told the Father that, except He already knew. Of course He did.
It is not yet completed, Daughter, the Father told her, and she smiled.
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What have I almost become?
What you fight. You’ve felt it, I know you have. The beginnings of madness on the edges...
Will you just tell me what the fuck is after us?
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So Mary became pregnant again and her destiny arrived. She was the bearer, the Mother, the herald of the end.
She gave birth, had a few happy months, and Death brought her home.
John and her sons became hunters, hunting her killer, and John knew it was something he couldn’t fight, something he could never kill. He didn’t tell his sons that, though, because the night of Mary’s death Destiny had whispered the script in his ear.
He knew the end, now, and could only do his best to make sure they’d be alive after the dust had settled. He knew he had to make them into warriors, ready for the road ahead, ready to be generals in the greatest, most terrible war the world had ever seen.
He also had to be sure they wouldn’t be swayed, wouldn’t fall into the Darkness and all It’s empty promises.
Because if that happened... if Dean and Sam fell and were lost... game over.
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You’ll find out soon enough, Dean.
What the hell does that mean?
It means go back to your brother. You need each other, more than you can know.
Missouri... what is going on?
Dean... oh, child... trust me.
I... I do.
Then listen. Hard times are coming, my boy, harder than you can fathom.
Missouri...
Just listen. Stick with Sam, protect him, and let him protect you.
But—
You want to know what killed your mother? What’s hounded you and Sam your whole lives?
Yes.
Then go back to him. Stay with him. It’ll come for you. You have to be ready.
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There was never meant to be a third child. Destiny had no part in that, and was going to let it play out. But the Darkness finally got It’s ass in gear and began playing along.
Mary died, and so did her third child, above Sam’s crib, baptized in fire. Mary died and the play was set.
And Destiny watched, along with the Father and Death and all the others, what was to come. What had to be.
Dean and Sam grew up the perfect hunters, two halves of the most powerful whole.
Hope asked what they could do now, and the Father replied, Wait. It is up to them and their father now.
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Missouri...
Trust me, Dean.
...okay.
----
And so they did. Dean and Sam grew up well, equally full of darkness and light, of experience and innocence.
But Destiny never meant for them to fall in love. Or for Sam to leave, try out normality.
Free will, the Father said when she apologized. And watch. It is not over yet.
John left and Dean returned for Sam, and Destiny sighed in relief. Those boys just weren’t meant to be separated, even if they weren’t... together together.
So Jess died, pregnant with Sam’s child. That hadn’t been planned, either, and Destiny wondered if after countless—even for her—years she was finally losing her touch.
The Father reassured her—It’s all in hand, my child—and she decided He must have His reasons, which not even she—or Death, who she asked—could understand.
And then she got it.
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Go back to him. Stay with him.
Okay. Bye, Missouri.
Goodbye, Dean. Be... be careful.
Always am.
----
She was Destiny, the writer of lives, but the Father—her Creator—was the One who painted the sky and placed the stars. He had obviously gone over her head.
And honestly, she was fine with that. He was the Father—He couldn’t get that involved, usually. The last time He did had to do with crosses and Lambs. This, however, was the most important moment since creation—the Winchester boy’s were the most important people in the history of the world.
So Destiny kicked back and toasted with Death while waiting for the countdown to Armageddon.
The boys were as ready as anyone could be, prepared for more than anyone else could fathom. There was nothing left to do but wait.
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Dean... take care of him.
Forever.
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Date: 2007-02-07 08:15 am (UTC)And I love Missouri's voice in this!
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Date: 2007-02-07 02:55 pm (UTC)BTW, there will be plenty of room for little insights in my AU. I'd love to have you contribute a ficlet every now and again...hint, hint.
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Date: 2007-02-07 11:44 pm (UTC)Thank you for such an honor!
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Date: 2007-02-08 12:02 am (UTC)Tell That Midnight Rider
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Date: 2007-02-08 02:41 am (UTC)Re: Tell That Midnight Rider
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Date: 2007-02-08 02:13 pm (UTC)Of course, I'm dying for what happens next, but I like where you ended it. The rest is up to Kripke, I guess.
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Date: 2007-02-08 03:55 pm (UTC)But anyways, it's so good. I love how it was all a big plan with the boys being watched and.. yeah. *is speechless*
Beautiful fic!
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Date: 2007-02-08 06:04 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-02-08 06:09 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading again!
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